Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be
Dedication: To Camilla, who is quite a bit like 'The Stereotype Sirius'
The Second Day
Today, I do not wake up to shaking, or indeed shouting, or any encouragement on Sirius's part. I am briefly disappointed when I think that maybe it was a one-day-thing, but then I remember his kindness yesterday, and just feel thankful that he thought of me at all. Merlin, sometimes I really am soppy.
I walk around the school with a spring in my step, the more I think about it, the more I feel happy at Sirius's kindness yesterday. For a while now, I have harboured a… crush if you will on him. While I know his intentions are (or were) pure, I can still have fantasies.
The last lesson of the day is History Of Magic. I look all around the classroom as I take my seat at the back of the class, next to Sirius. It's dusty in here, almost like snow… I see Professor Binns writing The Goblin Rebellions on the board. Again. We've been doing this subject for a while now, and it's all stuff I know. (I'm one of those people who receives textbooks and has read them by the next lesson.) I wish we could learn about The Wizarding Participation In The Second World War, a subject that, while I already know most things about, is interesting.
I sigh as Binns begins the lesson. I ponder my earlier thought about dust as snow. There are actually footprints in the dust. It's a wonder, as there are lessons in this room every other class period. Maybe it's charmed. I then start to think about the Charms that would've gone into that.
'Sticking Charm, maybe a reverse of the Vacuum Charm…'
I catch snippets of the lesson Binns is teaching. He has actually given this lecture over and over again for the past three weeks. The first time, I took notes. Now, I haven't.
I turn to look at Sirius. He's not there. I look around, thinking he may be playing a joke, but he's walking up to the front of the class. He winks at me. He then proceeds to capture Professor Binns' attention (Merlin knows how) and whispers something to the ghost.
"Well," says Binns, in a more passionate tone of voice than before "as Mr. Bell has just told me, we have been doing the Goblin Rebellions for some time now, I think we'll move onto… What was it Mr. Buck?"
Another whisper from Sirius.
"Ah yes, The Wizarding Participation In The Second World War." I stare at Sirius amazed. He slinks back to his seat and says:
"Happy Second of Advent."
Well, that wasn't too clichéd hopefully!