A/N: Now that I started up on this story, I really want to finish it, so now I'm on a roll. Ok...I'm making this a very short a/n to make up for my very long one that I had last time. REVIEW!



"Jamie, me biy, what be ailin' ye?" Asked Sirius in a particularly vile fake Irish brogue.

"Well...that annoyingly fake accent for starters..." stated James.

"Ach and away, Jamie, this accent tisn't fake at all." Said Sirius looking very wounded

"Sirius, you're not even Irish."

"Ach, but I am, Jamie, I am. Me Da is Irish, sure as me hope of heaven, and me fear of hell, so he is...so Jamie, what be ailin' ye?"

"Besides scraping frog guts off the Hogwarts roof? Nothing, nothing at all...though I'm beginning to think that Flitch put Peeves up to it...just to find a nice nasty detention, all because we tried to get out of our other detention a little early. And after this..."

"The library," said Sirius feeling so doomed that he left off the brogue. "We're done for. We're never going to come out of the library alive."

"I know," groaned James, as he scrubbed at a piece of frog liver. It came loose, and he flung it in the direction of the bucket. They had to "conserve as many of the frog entrails as possible," according to Professor Evillson, the potions professor. However, the liver that James threw fell a bit far from the mark, slid off the roof, and hit a student in the head.

"Curse it!" James said as he tried to hide behind a bit of masonry while the student cursed and tried to find the culprit. Sirius cracked up.

"James," he said, wiping tears from his eyes, "There is no way you can convince me that you did not do that on purpose."

"Sure as me hope of heaven and me fear of hell I didn't," said James, attempting to imitate Sirius's accent and sounding like a parrot with emphysema.

"Only we Irish can do it, don't bother, Jamie boy," said Sirius, laughing even harder then before. Then he suddenly stopped.

"No, Jamie, somethin' else is the matter. I can tell...ye puor lost soul, ye have not a soul to turn to, tell me now, what be the matter with ye? Ye've been mooning around like a great lost calf, so ye have, and I, beein' yer best friend, yer only friend in the world and all, I must find out, so I can help ye."

"I have NOT been mooning around like a great lost calf, nothing is the matter, and for the love of whatever god you believe in, call me James." Said James, attempting to look annoyed, but falling somewhere between lightly ticked and trying not to laugh.


"I want fiddles at my wedding," said Sirius, his voice now completely devoid of any accent whatsoever. James blinked.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, look at Sirius as if he had suddenly grown a tail and decided to call himself "Cuddles."

"I dunno, I'm Irish, and I just always wanted fiddles at my wedding, and maybe a harp. I thought about bagpipes, but they are Scottish and I never did like them anyway, so I want fiddles."

"Um...ok...so now you want fiddles at your wedding...are you going to do a jig up the isle?" asked James. "I mean, that's really cool, but, Sirius, you can't dance for beans. Plus, it doesn't matter whether or not you're Irish, but fiddles at your wedding are just plain weird. Violins are ok, but fiddles?"

"I think the song will be "Go Home With Bonnie Jean," what do you think?"

"Sirius, that's from the play Brigadoon, and that takes place in Scotland. And I don't think your bride is going to be happy with that, unless her name is Jean."

"Good point." He sighed, and then scrubbed some more frog guts. "I guess I'll have to find something else."

"You do that, Sirius," said James, shaking his head. "You do that."

~**~

BANG! Sirius shut his book, hard.

"This is the second book that I've been through," he announced, trying to look wan and tired. "And, I believe it is clear to everyone that we are not going to find out what we need to know. If I went this far, there is no way that there is any book in the library that talks about black flags."

"Sirius, shut up," said Lily, looking very harassed. "You did this when you were halfway through the first book, then totally through the first book, then halfway through the second book, then totally through the second book, and, frankly, if you don't shut up I'm going to put a silencing spell on you, because I don't want a repeat performance on the third." James whistled and clapped. Sirius sighed, and, looking like a whipped dog, went to the shelf, and randomly pulled out a book, and flipped it open to the middle.

"Sirius, that's not going to help anything, you have to at least pick a book related to the subject..."Lily hissed.

"I found it," Sirius said, cutting her off, a look of wonder on his face. "Look, I found it. A black flag has to do with a dark arts creature called a Kickapoo..." Lily, looking seriously unhinged for a moment finally came back to Earth saying,

"Of all people, HE finds it...I can't believe this..."

"I'm checking this out and leaving," Sirius announced, scanning the barcode on the book with his wand. "Because we have this 'secrecy' thing that we need to keep a secret, and my reputation is already damaged as it is being in here, and I won't damage it any longer." He strode out, his head held high.

"I can not believe I just witnessed that," said Lily, shaking her head. "That did not just happen..."


A/N: Sorry that it's so short...So anyway, what is a kickapoo? What does it do? What's up with the black flag thing? And why the heck did Sirius want fiddles at his wedding? Well, I dunno about the fiddles thing, Sirius got a hold on the computer and wrote that...but the rest of it, you'll just have to find out.

Disclaimer: All proceeds will go to the Rita Skeeter cosmetics fund, because people keep confusing her with being a cow.