As looking in a mirror, checking his perfectly combed hair, upon return from classes...

Ah, Gilderoy, how DID you become cursed with such devastatingly good looks? Ah well, it matters not... it seems today I received yet ANOTHER letter addressed to me, taped to my dormiroty room door as I returned from class.. I must remind myself to attempt to peel off the remainder of the tape that did not come right off when I yanked the letter down before I came inside... glaring in the general direction of his door, tapping fingers on his desk in frustration upon reading said letter.. when...

DO these females NOT grasp the fact that I, Gilderoy Lockhart, DO have STANDARDS?? holding up an enclosed photograph of the now obviously not-up-to-par admirer, with the letter, wincing, running a hand, annoyed, through his hair..

"My dearest Gilderoy.." It reads mockingly reading it aloud and chucling to himself, sighing "I simply cannot get your handsome face out of my mind..." Heh, well one thing I can admit about this.. woman.. is that she has good taste, at least... Ah, such a regular occurance for me, females flocking to simply be near me with my dashing charisma and handsome face, but really now, who could blame any of them?