Chapter Three
A/N:
This is what I do in religion class when people are presenting their projects. Bad me.


Oddly enough, the day progressed normally. Well, as normal as can be when avoiding your best friend. I did it quite well, too. Even in the classes we had together, I sat facing the board, instead of at James, and was engrossed in my work. I think I did a good job acting normal, I don't think anyone noticed a difference.

The time I wasn't in class, I spent in the library. I discovered that they do have some interesting stuff in there. I, Sirius Orion Black, read an entire chapter of The Late Hector Kipling(1). It was pretty interesting, I couldn't put it down.

I looked at my watch; it was 10:00PM. I figured that I'd better be heading back to the dorm room, it was getting quite late. (I was being kicked out of the library)

I figured that the Marauders would be already in bed, so I could slip in undetected. I had miscalculated; the blokes were up, and having a good time. James was sitting on his bed handing out cauldron cakes and firewhisky. I love cauldron cakes and firewhisky.

"Oi, James," I called from the door, "Where's my cauldron cake?"

He looked over at the door, and the cake that was hovering over Peter's head hit him in the face. "I gave your cake to Pete," he said with a shrug. It was a sexy shrug, but the sexiness of it couldn't divert me.

"Why the hell would you give him my cauldron cake?!"

"You weren't here, I had an extra one," he leaned back as he spoke.

"Whatever," I said frustrated. I slumped onto the bed, hoping the jolt would make my brain work properly.

"You can have half of mine, if you want," Remus said holding out half of the cake to me. I held out my hand, glowering at James. I put the cake in my mouth, and the sugar calmed me down.

"So, what are we up to tonight, lads?" I jumped off my bed. "Remus, pass me your firewhisky." I held out my hand until I felt the cool surface of the bottle collide with my hand. I held the bottle up to my lips. I felt the burning sensation slide down my throat, it felt good.

"Actually, Sirius," my head turned in the direction of James, "I've got to get up early tomorrow. Lily and I have a date."

"What?" I felt my heart stop.

"He means, he has a prefect meeting in the morning," Remus said as he grabbed his book. I looked at the title, The Late Hector Kipling(1); it was the one I read in the library.

"Alright then, I'm off to the shower. Anyone want to join me?" I was hoping that James would agree to go with me only because I like having company. Not because I was fancying him, or something like that. None of them looked in my direction. "Don't wait up for me." I grabbed my bath stuff and left the room in a huff.


(1) - The Late Hector Kipling is the title of David Thewlis' new book. Did anyone catch that?