"What is this, now? Our 15th detention in the second month of school?" Sirius smirked, as him and James entered the detention room, which was Professor Dumbledore's Transfiguration class, but was being supervised by the caretaker, Apollyon Pringle.

"Lost track," James grinned, as him and Sirius took seats at the very back where they usually sat. The caretaker narrowed his eyes and glared loathingly at them both. Pringle hated James and Sirius more than any of the other students in the school, mainly because of the pranks they pulled and the trouble they caused him.

Over the next five minutes, about a dozen more students filed into the room, and took their usual seats as most of them were familiar with detention.

Pringle stood up and all the students quieted down as he glared around at everyone and cleared his throat. He began the familiar speech, "As you all know by now-"

"Can't remember," James said to Sirius, grinning.

Pringle closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if trying to keep his anger back. He acted like he didn't hear James, and he went on. "As you all know by now, there will be no gibbering, no chattering, or any type of talking whatsoever-"

"Gibber, gibber, gibber," Sirius said under his breath, both him and James falling into silent laughter.

Pringle went on with a snarl. "-AND there will be no passing notes or magic either. If you fail to bide by these rules, you will be further punished. Detention starts now." Pringle fell into murderous muttering under his breath, and James' ears caught some of the words, which included "nasty little bastards", "disrespectful snits", and "show-offs."

"What was that? Didn't hear you," said James loudly. Pringle just fell into more silent mutters as he started shuffling papers around on his desk.

Sirius and James continued to laugh quietly, as a few students turned around and grinned at them.

"Isn't detention just wonderful," Sirius said, sticking his pencil in between his teeth and grinning back at his fellow detention students. He put his feet up on the desk, folded his arms behind his head and tilted his chair back, as James got off his chair and sat down on the desk, facing Sirius.

"Sure is, Padfoot," James said, as he pulled out his wand, bewitched the tip of it to be sharp like a knife, and began carving "L J" into the desk.

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An hour later, James and Sirius were bustling out of detention with the other dozen students, who were all filing into the main hall and starting to gather around a pile of students who were reading the notice board.

James and Sirius joined the crowd, and since Sirius was taller than most of the other 6th years, he stood on tip-toe and looked over the other student's heads to read the notice. "There's a Hogsmeade visit this weekend," he said, as he turned to James. A sudden grin split on his face. "Hey mate, this is your chance to ask Evans on a date."

"Are you kidding?" James said, trying not to laugh. "She'd probably smack me again if I asked her, let alone go with me."

Sirius clapped James on the shoulder, smirked again and said, "That's because you don't know how to handle girls, Prongs."

"Oh really?" James grinned. "And you do?" He ducked as Sirius swung a playful punch at him, and he straightened up, grinning wider.

"If you keep giving me that attitude, I won't help you," Sirius said, pointing a finger at him, and putting on a fake, serious face.

"Who said I wanted help?" James replied, as him and Sirius started to make their way down to the Great Hall for supper.

"Well, you do want her to notice you, don't you?" Sirius enquired, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Yeah, but-"

"Then it's settled."

"Sirius-"

James didn't even bother trying to talk to his best friend as Sirius was humming loudly, obviously blocking James out, as he piled food onto his plate.

James muttered under his breath and tipped some food onto his own plate, just as Remus and Peter joined them on the other side of the table.

"Damn little prats," Remus was saying as he let out a heavy sigh. "I should have just given them all detention."

"That's your problem, Moony, you're too soft on the little gits," Sirius said, stripping off a piece of his chicken wing with his teeth. "If I were you, I'd use that Prefect badge to my full advantage." He grinned and swallowed his food. "Four dozen detentions for Snivellus."

"The least I'd expect from you, Padfoot," Remus said, as he buttered some toast.

"Damn rights," Sirius grinned. Remus looked over at Peter and said, "Peter? What's up?"

Peter was staring at the table blankly, his hands frozen in the air with a plate of stew. He gave a jolt of surprise when Remus spoke to him. "O-Oh, nothing," he said, hurriedly putting his plate down and grabbing his fork. "Just thinking."

"You sure?" Remus said, as Sirius shovelled potatoes into his mouth hungrily.

"Yeah," Peter replied. "It's just those soon-to-be Death Eaters I'm thinking about." His eyes shifted towards Sirius.

Sirius immediately stopped chewing his food, his fork suspended in mid air. "You mean, my brother and my cousin," he said softly.

Peter's face became anxious and he looked to James for support.

"Let's not talk about it," James said. Judging by the look on Sirius' face, he definetly didn't want to talk about it either.

"I-I'm sorry, Sirius," Peter said quietly. "I never meant to bring it up.."

"Don't worry about it," Sirius said, dismissing it shortly, although his hurt face gave away everything.

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A/N: Sorry guys, I had to stop there 'cuz I'm really busy with school and friends, but I will be putting up a new chapter once school is out (which is in about two weeks). Love ya guys, see ya later : )