"How's our little patient today?" said the nurse with the big witchlike nose. "I see that you didn't drink all of your memory restoring potion, Mr. Lockhart don't you want to get back to your wonderful life and friends? Speaking of friends, are you ready for some visitors?"

Gilderoy Lockhart, no longer the suave and debonair professor of the Dark Arts but he still was in possesion of his award winning smile and model-like good looks, just sat in his floating arm chair and stared out into the hallway of St. Mungos.