The Kitchen Disaster
For certain offenses, such as refusing a lemon drop from Professor Dumbledore, at least in a rude way, the punishments can be rather different than one might suspect.
For instance, what they call in the muggle world, "community service."
Well, at Hogwarts, one form of community service consists of helping the house elves cook. Now, Sirius was feeling extra-trouble-causing one day, and he decided to say no to a lemon drop, and so, this story takes form at the evening meal(Dinner, in less fancy terms), on the evilest day of the week. Monday.
For dinner, there was to be the usual feast. Pies, and puddings, salads and bread rolls, baked potatoes, and spaghetti.
Now, Sirius's job was very simple. Stir spaghetti sauce on low temperature. . . .
"Hey. . . .Um. . . . You're Blinky right? Or Slinky? Oh. . . it's Twinky! Right?"
"It's Susy, sir." The elf bowed low.
"Oh. Susy, right. So, What exactly is in this sauce?"
"Well, mister, there is tomatoes, and green pepper, and onion, and pepper, and salt, and garlic, and-"
"Garlic?!" Sirius's expression was horrified. "I'm a-a-allergic!"
Sirius let out a great big sneeze. Half the sauce went all over the front of his shirt, and the floor, and everything. The other half was automatically sent to the table as dinner time was announced.
Sirius chuckled as from upstairs he heard a great shriek exclaiming, "There are boogers in the spaghetti sauce!
Hope you liked it! It was a random one shot that popped into my head!