Ben, thanks for your review. I've never put much thought into Sirius and Severus, but now that I touch on it, I regret not doing it sooner. Together they make me laugh the way no other pairing can. I hope you enjoy future chapters!
II.
Severus paced the living room, up and down, round and round. His robe had long ago been disheveled, thrown haphazardly across the back of the Queen Ann in sheer frustration. "Accio shoe!" he snapped, holding his hand out hoping that what the muggles said was true – 'third time works a charm'.
It was 8:50am; he had been tearing Grimmauld Place into a further state of disrepair for 20 minutes looking for his left boot. His first class of the new term began in ten minutes and he didn't trust the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's not to kill one another while they waited. The tap-tapping of Sirius Black's shoe, as he leaned crossed armed against the door frame irritated him further, and losing his patience he flung a pillow at the man.
"Where is my boot, Black!"
Sirius grabbed the pillow, grunting a little with it's contact, and his lips twitched upwards into that devilish smirk that Severus knew meant he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. This was payback for the vacuum scenario, he knew that, and a childlike part of him almost ran for the cleaning cupboard as soon as his shoe had disappeared.
"Have you tried under the chair?"
"Obviously."
Sirius shrugged again. "The Queen Ann, maybe?
"The very one you almost pissed yourself under, yes," Severus hissed, exhaling enough to make Sirius snort.
"Weird," Sirius smiled, pushing himself from the door frame and strutting down the hall. He saved a quick glance to a pile of coats that shuffled slightly, beneath which he knew was the black left boot Severus sought. He patted himself on the back because he really was improving on his sticking charms.