CHAPTER 19: Detention
"Now both of you, you will write me a roll of parchment explaining in great detail your actions, what you did wrong & what you gain from this punishment," McGonagall instructed. Sirius sat back in his chair and rolled his eyes.
"I could have totally been in Hogsmeade right now," he muttered. McGonagall sharply turned her head.
"Mr. Black, kindly keep your remarks to yourself!" McGonagall reprimanded. Isabella snickered and looked away. Sirius glared in her direction.
"You two may begin. I will be in & out of the classroom so the charm will take place," McGonagall got up and left the classroom. Isabella flipped up her parchment and started doodling while Sirius stretched out in the seat. The room filled with awkward silence as Isabella focused on her animal doodles.
"Sooooo, Clarke," Sirius let her name roll over his tongue, "What'd you get in here for?"
"Shut up," she said with disinterest.
"That's really rude," Sirius said with feigned insult.
"Why are you still talking?"
"Because! I'm bored and stuck in here with you, so I'm being the nice one and starting a conversation. Either that, or I kill myself," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Good. Choose the latter," Isabella said with a smirk.
"God, I can see why no one likes you," Sirius said.
"More like, why I'm too good for everyone," Isabella flipped her hair.
"HA! You wish, Clarke," Sirius sniggered. Awkward silence filled the room again as Isabella chose not to reply.
"You have a brother, don't you?" Isabella asked. Sirius quickly turned his head towards her.
"Yeah. What's it to you?" He asked, peeved.
"Nothing," she shrugged. "You two just look creepily similar."
"How do you know my brother?" Sirius narrowed his eyes.
"I've literally just seen him around. God, you're so on edge," Isabella returned back to her doodles. Shit, imagine if I tell him I'm sleeping with Regulus, she thought to herself and smiled. McGonagall hurried back into the classroom, exchanging papers and folders and made her way to the door.
"Mr. Black! Is there a reason you have not started your essay?"
"Yes there is- Isabella over there is not allowing me to concentrate," Sirius said with a pout.
"Miss Clarke! Focus on your own work please!" McGonagall reprimanded before hurrying out the door.
"I see you enjoy getting me in trouble," Isabella smirked.
"Precisely."
"You ever get bored of it? Ya know, cause there's 500 other kids in this school you could pick on," Isabella sarcastically remarked.
"Aww, do I hurt your feelings?" Sirius mockingly asked.
"Quite the opposite- I'm quite flattered you choose to spend your time and energy on me," Isabella shot back.
"You should be," Sirius murmured. Isabella sighed before speaking again.
"I got in here because I dumped fishy pasta sauce on Whitney's head, don't you remember?" She answered his early question. Sirius sniggered loudly.
"OH yeah! HAH that was pretty funny actually."
"Weeell, she deserved it…you?"
"Almost murdered Snivellus Snape."
"Ahh."
More awkward silence. Then, to the pair's relief, McGonagall came bursting through the door.
"Mr. Black and Miss Clarke- I am now stepping out permanently for the rest of the night. I expect to see BOTH your essays on this desk by tomorrow morning. I've asked Peeves to come and unlock the door precisely three and a half hours from now. Concentrate and get those essays done!" She rushed out the door and shut it behind her. Sirius started tearing his parchment into pieces, folding them into paper cranes, and releasing them all around the classroom. Isabella was busy writing her essay when a paper crane landed on her parchment.
"Do you mind releasing your crappy birds elsewhere?" She asked, annoyed.
"Excuse me, my birds are not crappy. They're amazing," Sirius proudly remarked.
"Well go fly them somewhere else. I'm trying to write," Isabella coldly stated. Sirius snickered to himself.
"Clearly we know you're a buzz kill," Sirius rolled his eyes. Isabella ignored his comment and continued writing her bullshit essay.
"Why do you hate me?" She asked out of the blue. Sirius paused his rocking on his chair and looked at Isabella.
"…What?" He looked confused.
"Why do you hate me so much?" She repeated.
"Uhh…I just do…" Sirius wasn't sure what to say.
"Alright, so you hate me for no reason?" Isabella raised an eyebrow.
"I…why are you asking Clarke?" Sirius quickly asked. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm just wondering, that's all," she looked back at her parchment.
"Well, you're pretty bitchy and you're…snarky and…weird?" Sirius tried to spew out a few words.
"I'm bitchy because you're a dick- you and your posse," Isabella explained.
"I'm not a dick- you just can't handle my insults," He defended.
"Which makes you a dick," She concluded. Sirius rolled his eyes and snickered a little bit. McGonagall came rushing into the classroom, papers flying from her arms.
"Mr. Black, Miss Clarke, you're both free to go now. I've got too much work and I can't multitask. Please leave now," she dismissed the two. Both got up and hurried out of the classroom. Isabella walked ahead of Sirius towards the common room.
"You're not even going to wait for me?" Sirius jokingly asked.
"Hell no, I don't associate myself with you," Isabella walked faster. Sirius started laughing and kept his distance.
