When Harry and Ron had been assigned detentions following the Ford Anglia incident, Harry wasn't sure what Professor McGonagall had in mind for the two of them.
Perhaps scrubbing cauldrons or scraping gum off the underside of the desks in the Transfiguration classroom?
Maybe Ron was lucky enough to be doing one of those activities, somewhere else in the castle.
Right then, Harry would have been all too pleased to see a cauldron – he couldn't possibly imagine a worse way to…
"Harry, Harry, Harry. Can you possibly imagine a better way to serve detention than by helping me answer my fan mail?" Lockhart's voice brought him from his thoughts.
"Not really," he said automatically, glancing up from the letter he was supposed to be penning.
He held his breath momentarily - the sarcasm was quick, unintended. He had been spending too much time with Professor Snape.
If Lockhart noticed it however, he didn't react.
"Fame is a fickle friend, Harry," he continued, and Harry breathed again – Lockhart was simply too self-indulged to care. "Celebrity is as celebrity does. Remember that