This is my very first fanfic so constructive criticism is most welcome. Reviews make me happy and ideas for stories that Sirius can tell make me write faster. I apologise if updates are slow, real life is rather demanding. Finally, as you know characters and everything else belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling, I'm just playing in her world.

"What is it with men?" The pink-haired witch demanded waving her spoon around for emphasis. "Why are they so… so…?" She struggled to find the appropriate word to fully encompass the full frustration she was feeling at the moment due to members of the male gender, or rather one particular member of the male gender.

"…Blind?" Ginny Weasley suggested settling down in the seat next to Tonks, another spoon in her hand.

"…Stupid?" Hermione's contributed from the other side of Tonks, spoon already in hand.

"Both!" Tonks replied with a snort of disdain, digging into the huge tub of chocolate ice cream that sat between the three of them.

"It must be something in the Y chromosome."

"The what?" Tonks asked through a mouthful of ice cream.

Hermione paused, spoon half way to her mouth, how was she going to explain about chromosomes to two witches who probably hadn't been taught about DNA and genetics. "Well…" She began cautiously.

Tonks and Ginny were saved from Hermione attempting an explanation by the sound of creaking floorboards in the hall. The door to the hall opened and Sirius Black just stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of his cousin and two teenage girls sat, in their pyjamas, with a tub of ice cream between them. He blinked as three pairs of female eyes zeroed-in on him. "Are you eating my ice cream?" He asked cautiously. The eyes flicked to the ice cream tub and back to him, three eyebrows raised simultaneously; well he admitted it had been a bit of a stupid question really, what with the evidence right there in front of him.

He shrugged and headed towards the cutlery draw, trying to ignore the three gazes boring into his back. "Any particular reason there's a coven of witches eating my ice cream at this time of night? I mean I understand the desire for midnight snacks, but chocolate ice cream usually indicates a bigger problem than just being peckish."

"Boys," Ginny confirmed in an exasperated tone.

"Ah," Sirius nodded absently and then turned to face the three girls, spoon in hand. "This wouldn't be about my godson, a certain Marauder and the second youngest Weasley, would it?" There was a long, shocked, silence that Sirius felt rather smug about.

"How…?" Hermione tailed off. "All the other men in the house are blind!"

"Arthur Weasley isn't." Sirius pointed out, sitting down opposite them and digging his spoon into their ice cream tub. "But that comes of being a father of seven I suppose, and Kingsley's not blind but then he is an auror and not technically staying in the house." He looked thoughtful for a moment as he ate his spoonful of ice cream. "Apart from that you're probably right."

"What's your excuse then?" Ginny asked as Tonks pulled the tub away from Sirius.

Sirius grinned. "I'm Sirius Black!" He shrugged as the three pairs of eyes rolled in unison. "And there's not much to do, stuck in the house; people watching is highly entertaining, especially when the alternative is de-doxying curtains or something similar." He leaned across the table and tried to pull the ice cream tub back to the middle of the table. He yelped as three spoons hit the back of his hand; hard. The hand was hastily withdrawn and Sirius pouted.

"You know," Sirius said carefully, after a moment. "I have some pretty entertaining stories about Remus and girls," He grinned at Tonks, who was looking curious, "And James and girls as well." He added flicking a look at Ginny, "If you're interested."

The three females all gave him a suspicious look, he tried to look innocent; they just looked more suspicious. "I'm guessing you want ice cream in exchange for these stories?" Tonks said after a moment.

Sirius put on an affronted expression; none of them bought it. "What's the world come to?" He demanded dramatically. "That my own cousin is ransoming my ice cream to me, in the middle of the night, in my own house!"

None of them looked impressed by his dramatics; even the spoon waving for emphasis didn't seemed to have helped much. The three harpies exchanged long looks with each other and then seemed to reach a decision. Tonks sighed and pushed the tub back to the middle of the table. "They better be good stories!"