A/N: It's been foreverrrrr since I posted anything on here! But never fear, I have returned!
Despair.
Sirius Black was draped artfully across the entire couch-- a couch that was meant for two, or three-- in the Gryffindor common room.
"Hey Prongs," he said, a puzzled look taking residence on his features,"What's a seven-letter word for sadness?"
James groaned from the arm chair beside him, where he had been throwing bits of Peter's homework assignment into the fire. "Are you at it again with the crosswords? What have we told you about that, Pads?"
"That I should never, ever, under any circumstances, pick up a crossword puzzle again," Sirius recited. He looked around eagerly, ignoring the empty ink bottles being thrown at him by Remus, who clearly wanted him to scoot over on the couch. "Now, what's a seven-letter word for sadness? It has to have a 'p' in it," he repeated, an utterly rhapsodic look in his eyes.
Peter, taking advantage of James's distraction, used the moment to steal back his homework and run away to hide it before James could catch him. James, meanwhile, was exchanging sneaky glances with Remus, who had given up his onslaught.
"What?" Sirius asked, looking between the two. "Is this about what happened last time? Look, we all know that if the house elf hadn't given me pudding in the first place, it wouldn't have ended up all over Dumbledore's--"
"GET HIM!"
Remus and James leaped on top of Sirius, whose flailing limbs didn't do much to aid in his capture, but did ensure the attention of the entire common room. Before they could grab his arms to pin him down, he emerged from between them, breathing heavily.
"You'll never stop me! Not now!" He paused to allow for maniacal laughter. "I'm Sirius Black and dammit, I wanna know a seven-letter word for sadness!!!!" And thus he fled, stopping every now and then to erupt with more maniacal laughter, or to frighten some innocent firsties who happened to be passing by.
The portrait hole closed and the common room was left in complete silence, except for one Hufflepuff, who seemed to be purring.
"Think it's gonna be just like last time?" James asked Remus.
"Probably worse." The common room gave a collective frustrated sigh...except for the purring Hufflepuff. "We'd better go tell the house elves not to give him anything. Pudding was bad enough, but you know what happens when he gets his hands on peanut butter."
"I shudder at the thought," James said as they left the common room.
"Hey, when we get back, I'm gonna steal the couch. That way Sirius can't take up all the space."
"Psh, whatever, Moony. You don't have mad couch-covering skills like Sirius."
Outside, Rubeus Hagrid paused in the curing of a ham. He thought he had just heard a distant yell, something like, "NOT THE PEANUT BUTTER! ANYTHING BUT THE PEANUT BUTTER!!!!" coming from the direction of the castle.
Sighing, Hagrid shook his head. Sirius Black must've gotten hold of the crossword again.
A/N: Well, review if you wanna! I hope you liked it.