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Sirius yawned, and stretched like a cat.
Strange really, since he was actually more a dog kind of a person, but there you go.
He yawned, rolled over and promptly fell off the bed.
He hit the floor with a thump, and jumped up quickly. Nothing like a good dose of pain to wake you up from dreamland!
But speaking of dreamland, had he dreamt what he thought had happened last night?
And did he even understand what he had just thought?
Sirius stood up and looked at his sheets, searching for rumpling made by another body but – bloody hell – he'd only gone and messed it all up by falling off. Damn and bugger.
"I'm such an idiot sometimes!"
"What?" A sleepy James asked.
Sirius winced, he hadn't realised he was talking aloud.
"Nothing!" he intoned hurriedly, hoping that James wouldn't notice his flushed face. "Come on, we'd better go and get some breakfast, or we'll be late for class."
Sirius rushed out of the dormitory, and was halfway down the steps when he heard James calling him from the room.
"What?! Come on, if we don't leave now, we'll be late for class!" Sirius waved him down impatiently, turning back as he spoke.
"Well, I'm sure you don't want to be late for breakfast, but I do think you should get dressed first. Much as the girls in the school would like it, I don't really think the teachers will."
Sirius looked down and realised that he was indeed, only wearing a t-shirt and boxers. Whoops.
He ran back up the stairs and started ranting at James as he got dressed.
"Well, you could have told me before I left, jeez, thanks a lot, you're such a pal!"
James ignored the ravings of a sleepy Sirius, and checked his watch. Time to go, the lovely Lily Evans would be leaving her tower just about now, and if James was canny, he might get to walk her to the Great Hall.
"Oh, my, lookatthetimeIbettergodon'twannabelateforclassokayseeyoubye!"
James ran down the steps and arrived in the common room just as Lily alighted from the bottom step. Perfect.
Sirius struggled with his robes, having managed to get his head severely jammed in the sleeve. He wobbled, and landed on the ground for the second time in as many minutes.
"Merlin, it is not my day."