D is for Detention
"Sirius Black," James whispered clearly into a mirror.
He was in his fifty-fourth and final detention of the year. Final because it was the last day of classes and as far as he knew, teachers didn't give detention during exams. His best friend, Sirius Black, was in his fifty-third.
James had lucked out, having been assigned to the lenient Professor Sprout. Sirius hadn't been so fortunate. He was doing detention with Filch, the caretaker, who had it out for each and every student.
When Sirius' head appeared, James whispered three words before stowing it in his bag.
"I win, Padfoot."
