Authors Note: This is my second fic so please be nice and please NO FLAMES! Advice will always be welcome though.
Summary: Sirius has a question and he will go to great lengths to get the answer.
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. I was never J.K. Rowling. I never will be J.K. Rowling. Get the picture? Good.
Why Don't Applejacks Taste Like Apples?
I am Sirius Black, the self-proclaimed god of Hogwarts. No one in the entire Wizarding World can match my good looks and my brilliant mind.
I had been known and loved for what now will be 5 years that I had spent at Hogwarts.
So as I the sexy, brilliant, and oh so humble Gryffindor was walking back to the Gryffindor common room a question suddenly popped into my mind. A question like no other. A question the answer to which might be crucial for my entire existence. The question was: Why don't applejacks taste like apples?
I needed a source of information and I needed it fast. So I decided to go ask Moony.
Moony was sitting in the common room concentrating all his attention on a charms book and making notes for a test tomorrow.
So as I could clearly see Moony wasn't doing anything important I decided to ask him my life and death question essential to my existence.
As I did I had to face with a very angry looking Remus who soon started throwing pillows at me.
Must be that time of the month I thought slightly snickering, the problem there was that I thought that out loud which caused me to face with more pillows being thrown right at me, and a frustrated yell, " Be happy it's pillows 'cause next time it'll be something harder!" and with that he ran out of the common room and to the boys dormitories. Leaving me completely puzzled as to his eccentric behavior.
A/N: I might continue this or I might make it one shot. Please tell me what you think. I won't continue if I don't get reviews so PLEASE REVIEW! xox to all!