His Wonderfully Handsome Self (open)

Lockhart painstakingly curls his his hair to make sure it will be perfect for class the next day. He never knew when the opportunity might come to impress a brilliant young witch even more than he already has. Checking the mirror he satisfied himself that none of his shining golden locks were missing from a roller. "Brilliant!" He said to himself as he flashed his extremely white and straight smile.
His colleagues had been stressing that his down time was supposed to be only for lesson plans, but that did not suite Lockhart. Looks were much more important. Anyway, his reinactments were going perfectly. The students loved them, and he was able to depict his expertise with past events of his life easily. Or so everybody thought.
Lockhart had never felt bad about his lies. The people who actually did the things he claimed were too ugly to gain international reputation. Public figures are much better off being extremely handsome, like him.
The rest of his evening consisted of other bodily treatments.