Chapter 6- Bloomers and Yeses

"Bloody hell!" Joseph yelled, standing by the window. Sirius slowly opened his eyes, then remembering the night before, a wide smile began to cover his face. "How did that happen!"

Sirius sat up in his bed, and looked over at the window, where all of the boys from their dormitory, including James. A few were laughing, but most were pointing in reverent aw.

James turned around and winked at his friend, a wide smile on his handsome face. "Come look at the handiwork, Si."

Sirius got up out of the bed, and walked over to the window. "Yup…" He said, not smiling, but looking rather serious. "Who in the world would do that?"

The boys all stopped what they were doing, and stared at Sirius, some glaring some looking amused. "What?" He said, looking around. "Its rather impressive."

James apparently couldn't control himself much longer, for he excused himself to leave to the washroom. Sirius left the other boys perched on the windowsill. He walked over to his trunk and began pulling out his clothing for the day.

Sirius took the stairs by twos that day, and made sure he winked at a few cute fifth years in the corner of the common room. He walked down to the great hall and sat down next to Peter for breakfast, as James was no where to be seen.

As he sat the girl next to him began to stand and leave. Sirius turned to her, and smiled. "Well, good morning Evans." He said, to the petit redhead who had just pulled her shoulder bag up with a groan.

She ignored him and began to pull her leg out of the bench. She was about half way out when Sirius spoke again. "You don't have to be so stuck up. Good word, Evans, people might think you hate me, and that just wouldn't be good for your image."

Lily pulled her other leg out from its prison under the table, and stood, tall and proud. For everyone who wanted she rather loudly replied, "I do hate you, Sirius, and I hope that whatever you did, you get your's." She began to leave, and then as if she had thought better of it, she turned and added. "And that can only be good for my image." She said with particular emphasis on the word, 'good'.

"Don't overwork yourself, Evans." Sirius said, smiling despite the blow. 'At least she didn't cover me in whip cream…' He thought.

Just then, a few third years came by, one of them speaking rather loudly. "I heard they did it right under Leech's nose. Apparently, they stole it right out of her office."

A second one added, "I heard that they escaped from Smidgen three times. They even cut through his office!"

Sirius laughed to himself. He had to admit, he hadn't expected quite this much of reaction over a little thing like…

"Her pantaloons!" Came a voice from above his head. Sirius turned to see Beth standing above him, her arms folded in front of her.

"Well, good morning. Tell, Miss Turner, whose under things are we speaking of?"

Beth looked like she was going to slap him, or smile. Gerry shifted behind her, just out of hearing range. Sirius smiled, and waved at Gerry. "You know exactly what I mean."

"Well, then if I know what you mean, then you know what I mean, and you have an answer for me."

Beth looked at him, and then suddenly, in a little bit of a strange action, she shook his hand. Sirius looked rather surprised. Then he felt the small folded piece of paper in his hand, and he smiled.

Beth nodded at him and then turned and walked away. As she met with Gerry, he turned to her, and placed his arms protectively around her shoulders. She seemed a lot less excited about it this time.

Sirius turned to his food and eating with one hand, he opened the folded piece of parchment with the other. When it lay open on his lap, he turned his eyes down and saw the words on the page in delicate, and beautiful cursive.

Sirius,
Yes. Meet me in the observation tower at midnight tonight. Tell no one!

Beth

Sirius stood quickly, yelling out a hardy, "Yes!" Several people turned to him, and a few Slitherins giggled. Sirius sat down, trying to act casual.

In front of the school, hung far up on the left of the two front pillars, flying in the wind was a pair on white bloomers. A large banner above them read:

Do you like peach cobbler?