Sirius Black, my other mate, snorted. "Right Prongs, right. Does it help you sleep when you tell yourself that?" He asked.


I pushed him out of the tree we'd been sitting in.

“James, mate,” Sirius finally said. “Even for me that was slightly crazy.”
“Aw, hell,” I groaned. “I must be losing it then.”
“It’s already been lost Prongs,” Remus said, smirking slightly. “It’s under the bed lost.”
“Shut up.”

“I don’t get it,” I said.

 

Looking frustrated, Sirius moved his chair closer to the door and tried to whisper at me. It didn’t work so he leaned further.

 

“Corn. Corn!” He whispered.




 
“That doesn’t make any sense,” I replied. 





"SLUGHORN! HE'S A WALRUS!!!" 

After the full moon, Sirius had a tendency to find my invisibility cloak and fall sleep under it. The first time this happened, we thought Remus had eaten Sirius. The trick to finding Sirius nowadays was look for his toes. He was too tall now to comfortably get all of his body under the cloak and usually left his toes uncovered.

He put on a jolly front, laughing loudly at what everyone said as well making everyone laugh as he described his first divination lesson. Remus and I had heard the story before but both Mauve and Maggie had tears streaming down their faces as Sirius mimed looking into a crystal ball.