It's in a strange layout, but meh. Enjoy. It's short because I haven't got much time, but I'll write more next time.
Sirius Black sighed. It was his second day of teaching Defence Against The Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and he was not looking forward to it. Yesterday, he'd had random objects thrown at him, newts put in his coat pockets, and all sorts. And to top it all off, this morning he'd got Slytherin first. Now Sirius wasn't a judgemental guy, but from what Harry had told him... euch. He sighed once more, and made his way into his teaching room, his black, shiny hair blowing slightly in the breeze.
Draco Malfoy walked up the stairs to his Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson. A group of giggling second year fan-girls were whispering behind him. He chose to ignore it. Draco approached the classroom, and entered. He stopped right in his tracks. Standing at the front of the class was.. Black! Sirius Black! "But.." Malfoy stuttered. "How..?"