This wasn't (surprisingly) my first detention. My first detention had been in first year when I'd "accidentally" pushed Black into the Lake. Unfortunately, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher that was then (not anymore) employed, saw me. This was, I think, my fifth detention.

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I walked down the halls, sighing. I had a lot of homework due tomorrow. Hmmm...I wonder if it can be called homework if we're not actually doing it in our actual home. Well, anyway, Mcgonagall's office was just around the corner. Left, right, left, right, left. I knocked. The door opened (which would be common courtesy for the door-opener). I sighed again. Sirius was already there; I'd hoped he'd be late so I would at least have a few moments of peace, but God is very unkind. He was lounging on one of the chairs that were facing Mcgonagall's desk, feet propped on the desk on top of what appeared to be tomorrow's lesson plans. I noticed that they already had some black shoe prints on them. I couldn't help but to laugh a little. Regrettably, that added more gas to his already pumped up head. He gave me one of his I'm-so-cool smirks. I frowned at him. He kept smirking.

Just when I was about to tell Sirius to wipe that stupid grin off his face, I heard a small cough. I turned around to find...Mcgonagall. Oh, right, the detention. I'd totally forgotten for a moment there.

"Come with me, Stewart, Black." We were led to some empty classroom, then Mcgonagall handed us a large stack of papers.

"You are to grade these papers. They're by first years so try not to be too harsh. Hand me your wands."

I reluctantly reached for mine because, with a sinking heart, I realized that I wouldn't be able to hex Sirius as soon as I would have liked. Sirius handed his in without argument, I guess because he'd gone through this so many times, he knew there was no way out of it.

"Thank you, I'll be back in two hours, then you may go to bed," and she left, shutting the door behind her.

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Fifteen minutes into grading papers and Sirius decided he wanted to say something...or act like a maniac.

"Hey, look! A Slytherin! Muahahahahahahahaha! You fail! You fail!"

"O-kay then...Sirius, what have you eaten today?"

"Well, it was nothing...POIPLE!" Here, he laughs hysterically. I guess it's an inside joke.

I inched a little further away.

"Sorry, that was random."

Oh, really (sarcasm)? I thought. "So, what did you eat today? And why is the word purple making you laugh?" Here he laughed hysterically, again.

"It's an inside joke." Ha, I was right.

"Sirius, give me that Slytherin's paper."

"Why? Are you going to grade him fairly?"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Give it." Sometimes, Sirius reminded me of some disobedient little puppy, whiny and rebellious.

"Never!" He took the paper and ran around the room and I ended up chasing after him.

"Sirius whatever-your-middle-name-is BLACK!" I ran as fast as I could. I managed to grab onto his cloak but also at the same time, trip over a chair.

He only had time for a, "Wha- ," before I fell on him.

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A/N: I apologize to the people who read this before I figured out my mistake. Sorry, for that and the cliffhanger, it just kind of happened...