Disclaimer/Author's Note: For once in this story. Anything you recognize isn't mine. Also, this is the first true drabble in this collection. Honestly, I couldn't make it much longer. Lighthearted and fun, hopefully. Enjoy!

Chapter 14: Padfoot the Ham

James wasn't sure how it happened. It was fifth year, he and a Siriusly stressed out Sirius had gone walking by the lake in an attempt to unwind, and then, just as they were walking by The Tree, Sirius shifted into his Grim form. And he still had his tie. It was draped loosely around his shoulders. And he was playing up two sixth year girls. The Potter couldn't help but face palm. Darn Black. Why did Padfoot have to be such a total ham? And how did he manage that trick with the tie? Pesky, sneaky, Syltherin dog... ham... whatever.