Klaus stayed close behind him as they weaved through the crowed bookstore.
John almost snorted.
Bookstores?
Crowded?
Not usually in his lifetime.
But as they collected what they needed, the mage couldn't help but...continuously notice something odd with the group gathering in the back.
Particularly the female portions of said group.
He wrinkled his nose warily.
Fangirls.
He was trying to suppress the urges to shiver when he saw a familiar head of blonde.
"Hello there."
John blinked at an unfamiliar face.
"Uh...hello there..."
"I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be lost."
He titled his head, realizing his confusion from before.
"Oh, right, thanks, uh-?"
"-Luna."
She smiled, sweetly and a little dizzily in his opinion.
"I was buying school books myself when I came upon the conundrum."
"You a student at Hogwart's?"
"I'll be a first year."
She nodded.
"I've heard a lot problem going around school, but I don't mind whatever house I'll be sorted in."
That opinion surely won't last long.
The mage shook his head, changing the topic.
"Say, Luna-you got any clue what's goin' on up there, luv?"
She followed his line of sight, where people were clapping at some unknown show.
"The teacher of our DADA's class this year is signing his books. Mr. LockHarts been here all week."
Lockhart?
"Bloke's name sounds familiar..."
The blond shrugged it off, observing the fanatic behavior.
"Must be a real popular fella this LockHart..."
He twisted his head, brown hues locking onto his current guardian.
"Hey, Klaus!"
The young looked up from a self.
"You know this guy any good?"
Klaus blinked at his sudden question before turning towards where he pointed. He moved his head up a bit, attempting to look over the crowd.
The young auror frowned, moving his eyes elsewhere in search of an answer.
His blues sparkled when they landed on a sign near the front door.
Gilderoy Lockhart: Mythical, Magical, Me! Signing autobiographies and all textbooks from September 6-September 12! Hurry now!
Klaus grabbed a few books from the shelves he had been eyeing previously before practically skipping over to them.
"Constantine, do you know who's up there?!"
The excitement in his voice was hard to miss.
John rose a brow.
"Firstly-why do you think I asked?"
Tristan gaped.
"Who-I swear, Mr. Constantine, sometimes I reckon that you've lived out your existence underneath concrete! That's THE Gilderoy Lockhart!"
His eyes brightened back up.
"I had read on him in the academy! Did you know that on a research exhibition, Mr. LockHart once pratronused 9 dementors at once?! 9!-"
"-Dement-what nows?-"
"-He has been said to've been one of the best aurors the Ministry of Magic has ever produced!"
John zeroed in on the Lockhart fella when a woman moved out of his line of sight, her face flushed and smiling.
The mage's eyes narrowed as he inspected him.
Wonderful.
He took in his exaggerated movements, his flashy, too-good-to-be-true, megawatt grin.
And the crowd that fawned over it.
Luna nudged him.
"You don't like him?"
"That obvious?"
His answer dull but truthful.
She shrugged, her thin, pale frame seemingly forever relaxed no matter what setting she was in.
"The Higglebigs don't seem to like him either."
His nose scrunched up.
"Higglebigs?"
She nodded dreamily.
"What the bloody hell are those?"
"They're invisible little-"
"-Luna!"
The two looked over.
A man with long, bleached hair much like her own waved to her, signaling her time of departure.
"Oh, it's seems I have to go now. I'll tell you all about Higglebigs and Warftops on the train."
He opened his mouth to comment on that.
It just kept getting worse!
"R-right...higglebigs...and waffletrops."
She giggled.
"Warftops."
"Right. My mistake, luv."
She skipped out the door, taking her unusual creature names and unique presence with her.
John sighed, turning to Klaus who was shuffling all their belongings into an organized fashion.
Dementors, Higglebigs, and Warftops, oh my.
"Did you grab everything we needed?"
"Of course, Mr. Constantine! Now! To pay and have them signed!"
The mage backtracked.
"Signed? Why would I want that lunatic's autograph?"
Tristan took up an offended appearance, opening his mouth to speak.
John acted quickly, realizing his error and wanting to avoid an unfavorable outcome of nagging.
"-never mind! You know how us young folk are-not knowin' what's important and what not. How about you take it from here and I'll wait by the door aye?"
Klaus latched onto the idea, quickly hurrying his way for a good spot in line.
Tha mage sighed after he left.
John quickly crammed himself in a corner and began his wait. Only then did he let himself go-a much needed eye roll making a full rotation around his socket.
He shook his head as he watched the crowd cheer once more, clinging onto the man's every word like the lemmings they were.
He had been in the business long enough to know how to spot one con to another.
A hoax.
A phoney.
A fraud.
That was how he won most fights.
Not with power.
Not with skill.
But because he conned with the best of them.
Cheating was an assuring way of victory when it came to life and death.
But to him, there was something much worse than a good con-man with a neat skill set and the moves to back them.
He crossed his arms, staring coolly out the window.
A well-liked one.
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