Sirius's Point of View
"Wake up, you idiot!"
I rolled over, ignoring the voices around me. It's too damn early to be awake. I could still fall asleep, possibly, if they just left me alone.
"Go away." I mumbled.
Instead of telling me to wake up again, who ever was yelling at me gave a good shove. I rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked angrily, sitting up.
James smirked at me. "If you would have just gotten up, I wouldn't of had to use force."
"What time is it?" I asked, choosing to ignore him.
"You've got about half an hour till class." James said. I noticed he was already dressed and perky-looking.
"Who ever decided we should have to learn at eight in the morning was insane." I grumbled, getting up and going over to my wardrobe. "Shouldn't you be, I don't know, doing Head Boy things?" I asked James.
"I am. I've got to give you your time-table." James said, yawning. "Have fun doing Defense Against the Dark Arts first thing in the morning."
"What?" I asked, snatching the paper out of his hand. "This is ridiculous!"
"It's not that bad." James said, moving towards the door.
"Easy for you to say. Jenkins doesn't think you're a death-eater in training!" I snapped.
I usually wasn't so short with James. He was my closest friend. I even lived with him, up until this summer when I finally got a place of my own. My uncle had left me a lot of money after he died, and I used it to buy a house. It wasn't big, and it wasn't special, but it was mine.
But Professor Jenkins pissed me off. Just because my brother was a death-eater, and my parents were obviously dark wizards, he assumed I was going down the same path. The fact that I'd disowned my parents and was sorted into Gryffindor, not Slytherin, didn't seem to matter to him.
"Sorry." I told James. "You know how I am in the morning." I joked.
"Yeah." He said, even thought we both knew that wasn't the real reason for my anger. "I'll see you in class."
I changed into jeans and one of the school sweaters, not bothering to put on my robes. I hadn't followed to dress code in years, and no one ever really said anything.
With about fifteen minutes left, I hurried down to the Great Hall, not bothering to talk to anyone on my way down. If I was going to have to actually do work at this time in the morning, I was not going to do it hungry.
I sat down and quickly filled a plate with eggs, bacon and toast and began shoveling it in my mouth. The Great Hall was nearly empty, but a few people were still here, including, of course, Elli.
She was sitting not to far away from me, a new book open on the table. She wasn't reading when I looked at her, though. She was watching me with a look of disgust on her face. When she realized I'd caught her watching me, she quickly went back to reading and eating the piece of toast she had in her hand.
God, that girl was infuriating. Not only did she seem imperceptible to my charm, she did nothing but yell at me. The only girls I'd ever hit on who didn't fully flirt back had been in extremely serious relationships. But from what I could tell, she was single and still wanted nothing to do with me.
It's not like I should care, really. I mean, I'm Sirius Black. Most girls would kill for me to show interest in them. Not that I showed interest in Elli, I was merely curious as to why she didn't seem to like me like most girls did.
She wasn't even that pretty, really.
Well, okay, maybe she was attractive, but underneath those pretty blue eyes was nothing but a completely annoying personality. She didn't even have friends, from what I could tell. She had been sitting alone last night in the common room, she was alone now, and she chose to sit with Peter and I on the train. I thought back to all the times I'd seen her over our seven years at Hogwarts.
Though I hadn't really paid much attention to her,- I never paid much attention to one girl for long- I couldn't remember her ever really hanging around with other people.
So obviously I wasn't the only one she bothered.
Why was I still thinking about her, anyways? Annoyed, I stood up, not bothering to finish eating, and headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts. I'd probably have that class with Maria anyways, which would be more than enough to distract me from uptight loners such as Elli.
Maria was the kind of girl I actually wanted to think about. She was attractive and more than willing to give me what I wanted.
I'm not completely heartless when it comes to women. Despite what some people might say, I didn't intentionally hurt people. I always warned them before hand that I wasn't planning on getting into anything serious. I always laid out all the ground rules first. It wasn't my fault that girls happened to get attached easily and I didn't.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was in a large, one windowed room on the second floor. It was a useful class, given that the dark arts was something people were having to fight daily now that Voldemort was at large, but it wasn't at all enjoyable.
"Hello, Sirius." Said a girly voice behind me.
I turned to see a smiling Maria hurrying to catch up with me.
"Hey." I said, slowing my pace to allow her to catch up.
"You have Defense Against the Dark Arts too?" She asked, giving me a flirty smile.
"Unfortunately."
We'd finally reached the classroom. The door was ajar and students were already in seats. I spotted botch James, Remus and Lily sitting at a table for four, one seat left for me. Peter didn't have this class with us, he dropped it after not getting a high enough mark on his OWLs.
"See you later, hopefully." Maria said before sauntering off.
I headed to the seat with my friends, settling down and pulling out my books and things.
"Woke up late as usual?" Lily asked, smiling.
"Would you really expect anything else of me?" I asked with a carefree laugh.
I liked Lily. Not in a romantic way, but she was honestly one of the only girls I'd ever really gotten to know as a person. Though I never really understood the point of a relationship before, even I couldn't deny that Lily and James belonged together.
Lily was about to say something back, but at that minute Professor Jenkins walked in, shutting the door behind him. Jenkins was probably the most strict teacher in this whole school. He tended to give out detentions more than anyone else, and, thanks to him, Gryffindor house almost didn't win the house cup last year for all the points he took off.
Jenkins didn't really like anyone, but he most especially didn't like me.
"Attention!" He called, and any hint of talking was instantly cut off. "This year will be the most grueling yet. Everything I've taught you these last seven years will be completely in vain if you do not take notes and pay attention."
"Now, for today, I would like to–," A knock at the door interrupted him. "What?" Jenkins snapped, using his wand to open the door.
A nervous looking Elli stood in the doorway, clutching her books to her chest.
"Sorry I'm late!" She said, looking a little frightened.
"You will be, Mrs. Mason," Jenkins said, looking annoyed. He didn't particularly like it when people interrupted him. "Why are you late?"
"I- I was reading." She said in a small voice.
If I had been her, I would have regretted using that excuse. You could tell from the looks of everyone watching her, which was the whole class, that they agreed.
"Reading?" Jenkins repeated, as if this was a word he didn't understand. "You are late to my class so you could read?"
Noticing everyone was watching her, Elli raised her nose a little higher in the air. This time when she spoke, she didn't stutter or seem nervous at all. "Yes." She said, her voice firm and clear.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for being late!" He snapped. "Ten more for that terrible excuse."
"It wasn't an excuse." Elli said back, while finding a seat. The only one left was at the table across from ours. She didn't meet anyone's eyes as she slipped into her seat and arranged her books and paper.
Jenkins ignored her and went back to teaching.
"I want you to copy everything here," He said, gesturing to the writing that had just appeared on the chalk board. "After that, we will be practicing curses and counter-curses."
"Got an extra quill?" I asked James, realizing I'd forgotten to grab one in my rush to get to class and still have time for breakfast.
James shook his head.
"Lily?" I asked. She shook her head too. "Remus?" I asked, hopeful. Someone had to have an extra quill.
"Something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Black?" Jenkins asked.
I ground my teeth together but staid calm. "No." I replied, not sounding in the least bit rude, which was surprising, given how much I disliked Jenkins.
"Then can you tell me why you haven't started copying this?" He asked, gesturing at the board.
"I don't have a quill." I muttered, this time not sounding as polite.
"What was that, Black?" Jenkins asked, a smirk on his face.
"I said, I don't have a quill." I repeated, louder this time.
"Did you lose it?"
"I forgot to bring one." I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
"Of course you did!" He said, still smiling. "Does anyone have an extra quill they can spare to forgetful Mr. Black?"
I looked around, but no one seemed to have an extra one. Except my eyes found Elli and she was holding a quill out to me.
"Oh, how lovely. Mrs. Mason, would you kindly give your quill to Mr. Black." Jenkins said, and he was still smiling that cruel smile. Elli slowly got up and dropped the quill in front of me, not meeting my eyes.
"I'm glad we've got that worked out. Now the two of you can both spend your Friday nights in detentions together, given that you're both so hell bent on disrupting my class." Jenkins told Elli and I.
"But you already took points away for me being late!" Elli protested. "I haven't done anything else wrong!"
"It was just a quill!" I added, angry.
"Both of you managed to disrupt my class enough today!" Jenkins snapped. "You can make up for that time Friday!"
Elli instantly closed her mouth, though looking very upset. I didn't say anything else, either, knowing it would only result in more punishment. When I caught Elli's eye again, she was glaring at me. The look on her face clearly said she considered this to be my fault.