This is not for me
"Sirius, homework is to learn, and is not to be used as a punishment." Remus replied calmly. Sirius could tell though that he was reaching the end of his fuse.
Sirius tried to defend himself to his friend but to no avail. "But the little bugger was asking for it! He had this cocky grin on and was all 'try and teach me this' so I just said...."
"I don't care if he insulted your mother Sirius." Remus cut in desperately.
"You know I wouldn't care if he did." Sirius interjected.
"Whatever! My point is unless he is breaking a rule you can't discipline a student, and homework is not to be used as a punishment in the first place." Remus was about to blow up, Sirius could almost hear the steam whistling as pressure built. "Don't you see it messes with their psychology!" now everything was a yell.
"All right Remus." Sirius replied giving up. "I'll just be going to bed then." He added getting up. Turning, he left Remus's quarters where they had been discussing the matter and turned into his own.
Staring out his window dejectedly he realized the sun hadn't even set yet; way too early to go to bed. Crossing his common room he peeked out of his door – no sign of Remus – and slipped down the hall and down the next till he came to the Entrance way. Crossing the lawn in a crouched into the shadows he reached the Forbidden Forest without spotting anyone else – just as well – and transformed into his dog self.
In his dog shape he was almost entirely canine in mind and nature. This was a very good thing when one was mad with one's friends and wanted to escape the vines that connected you emotionally to the world.
So that's what Sirius did now, escape, bounding through the forest he romped around till the moon rose above the tree topes. Then sitting there, panting, he watched the moon for several minutes, motionless, his eyes riveted and panting with pure dog joy.
Lowering his head once more he lopped off. He really should be getting back. Heading in the direction of the school he soon found it and transforming at the edge of the woods, he continued on his way a shadow in the night.
"Where were you last night?" came the almost inevitable question. "I knocked on your door an hour later and had no answer." Remus added as ways of explanation Sirius supposed.
"I was out Moony." Sirius mumbled. He had stayed out way too late last night, forgetting of course, the early hour at which he was supposed to rise.
"Hmph." Remus replied with a trace of disgust, he no doubt guessed what out meant. They had, after all, attended school together and had been held almost closer then glue.
"Where's Bakura?" Sirius asked as a change of conversation. His acquaintance, who he dared not call a friend for fear of being banished, was not present and so Sirius's curiosity was intrigued.
"With his dear Ryou." Remus replied his eyes falling on said pair with interest. "He seems very protective of him for some reason." Remus seemed to like psychoanalyzing trouble makers, Sirius noted. Some kind of hobby.
"Probably just an old friend." Sirius replied shrugging, and then realized the backwardness of the statement. Bakura seemed the type to be friends with that Malik kid, not his victim. For someone who despised strong wizards for their weakness Ryou was a strange choice for the seemingly power centric Bakura.
"Hey you! How could you just leave me with Mr. Grumpy pants?" Sirius asked settling on Bakura's side, opposite Ryou.
Bakura gave him a skeptical look - as if to say 'why should I care?'- over a cream puff flecked with still wet blood. The sight was slightly disturbing.
"Well...?" Sirius asked spooning himself some oatmeal.
"I thought you found my eating habits disturbing." Bakura pointed out, Sirius did in fact find the blood nauseating but that was beyond the point.
"I do... but it is better then being ridiculed all the time about your non-existent teaching ability." Sirius countered and Bakura shrugged, 'twas true.