“Were you a Slytherin?” Harry asked innocently.
Moody snorted. “Hufflepuff, if you must know. Class of 1951.” Then, Moody noticed the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “Does that surprise you, boy? That someone with my background could have been a Hufflepuff?”
“No sir,” Harry said sincerely. “I have great respect for Hufflepuffs. It’s just … you’re the first Hufflepuff I’ve ever met who, well, never smiled.”
The man gave his rasping laugh again, and the left side of his mouth crept upwards once more. “Nerve damage! From the same curse that cost my eye! The right side of my face is permanently incapable of smiling properly. In fact, Potter, I’ll have you know when I graduated from Auror Academy, Witch Weekly picked me for their Most Charming Smile Award.”
At that, Harry looked even more shocked.
“What, Potter?” the man said irritably. “Did you think Gilderoy Lockhart invented the damned thing?”
– Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man
reading this and totally choking on my laughter in front of my laptop omg
i love this fic