Potty Game: Five Words (Vol. XVIII)

A few days later Gilderoy travelled to London to participate in the official photo shoot for the new campaign. He was wearing his favourite lilac robes and his elegant silver hat. He was greeted by a small gang of autograph hunters, and he graciously insisted on signing everything twice.

As he was just about to enter League Headquarters he caught sight of a flustered young wizard in dark robes, who looked strangely familiar.

"Professor Lockhart Sir, I've been trying to contact you all week. I need to talk to you about a certain ... werewolf." He gave an exaggerated wink, which made Gilderoy rather uncomfortable.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," said Gilderoy, a flush rising across his face, his forget-me-not blue eyes, and disappearing beneath his wavy golden hair.

The wizard, a dark-haired young man named Fearghal Addlestone, stepped closer and, staring fixedly at Gilderoy, said, "A reputable source told me that your account of the Wagga Wagga werewolf may not be entirely accurate." He paused for effect before continuing.

"As a full member of the League, I consider it my sworn duty to bring light to dark issues, such as those in your books. Last month I travelled to Australia on a study tour to examine local attitudes towards the Australian Muggles. While I was there, I came across certain information that..."

Gilderoy had stopped listening. He reached into his robes discreetly, keeping his expression as calm as was possible. Then, with his wand pointing at the young wizard's head through the lilac fabric, he slyly, quietly murmured a spell.

"Obliviate!"

A strangely blank look appeared on Fearghal Addlestone's face, quickly replaced by a quizzical expression as though he was trying to remember something. At last he cleared his throat and spoke.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Could you tell me what I'm doing here?”

Gilderoy was about to answer when a church bell started ringing, and the door behind them opened and a cheerful voice called out, "Gilderoy! Fearghal! Why don't you come inside and we can get started at last!"
Wilbert was standing in the doorway, holding a strange object in his hand.

"What do you have there?" Gilderoy asked, heading towards the smiling wizard.

"This is the latest thing in Dark detectors, Wilbert explained. "Fearghal can tell you about it. He brought us this clever little gadget back from Australia!"

He looked at his young friend, who furrowed his brows in concentration.

"Very well," shouted Gilderoy, "but let's not keep the photographer waiting!"

With that, he briskly strode across the threshold and Wilbert followed him, while Fearghal did so more hesitantly. Inside the building, the three wizards gathered around a small table on which there was a large collection of sneakoscopes. Gilderoy...

... nervously?

LOL, that's what I thought at first, too, but then I figured perhaps he would try not to look too obviously guilty. Perhaps he might risk a joke about some mysterious sneak lurking nearby - it would be in character, I think.