Chapter 12: Paint

Sirius had to remind Devery to eat her breakfast several times that morning. The girl wouldn't stop staring at him like he was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. If it were anyone else, he would find it insanely creepy but since it was Devery, he found it adorable.

But in a way, he couldn't blame her, he did just give her first orgasm and that experience was seriously life changing for anyone.

"Dev, queen of my heart, please finish your toast at least," Sirius tapped her barely touched plate with the end of his fork and Devery nuzzled into his arm. She only did that when she wanted a hug and she beamed when Sirius gave into her demands for affection again. She requested a lot of hugs that morning.

Devery pecked his chin and rested in her favourite spot between his neck and chest.

"Devery, I'm serious."

Merlin, since when did he turn into one of those worrywart boyfriends?

Devery just pouted and tapped her lower lip, silently asking for another kiss.

"Nope. You're not getting another one until you finish your breakfast," he outlined in all seriousness and Devery backed away, feeling a bit miffed.

"You suck," she signed and reached for her toast. Sirius gave her a devious but lustful look then.

"Oh, I do and very well. It's a darn pity you won't find out anytime soon," he muttered for her ears alone and Devery flushed bright red.

She had first hand experience of how well Sirius could suck at things. His grey eyes flashed to her plate.

"Now, eat."

"Bossy boots," Devery signed at him and refocused on her food.

"I see you two have made up, thank Merlin!" Lily suddenly exclaimed across the table with James and Remus on her flank.

"We're fighting again, actually," Devery signed with a pointed look at Sirius and to her surprise, he didn't react. He just kept on eating.

"But you two are still together, right?" Lily took a seat across from them, James and Remus followed suit and they all started to eat breakfast. To Devery's surprise, all three of them were frowning at her boyfriend.

Sirius quickly took notice and rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell, you lot, I'm not always the troublemaker," he scoffed and noticed Devery's barely touched plate again.

"Deveral Leafwood," he tried to sound authoritative but failed miserably when Devery gave him doe eyes.

"Eat," he tapped at her plate again and Devery nuzzled into his side again. She tapped her mouth and silently asked for another kiss.

"Falling in love with you was a trap," he lamented and Devery tapped her lips again. He grumbled low about how she never listened to him and gave what she wanted, a sweet peck on the mouth. Devery beamed in triumph and ruffled his hair playfully before she munched on her toast.

"We're good, now," she signed one handedly to the others and Lily nodded in approval.

"That's my girl, you keep showing him who's really the boss," Lily smirked. Remus and James just laughed at the forlorn look on Sirius's face.

"Look at that, moony, our padfoot is finally a kept padfoot." Sirius narrowed his eyes at them and returned to his plate.

"Better to be a kept padfoot then a dead one," he made light of the situation and he regretted saying anything when Devery looked ashamed. He cursed.

James, Lily and Remus looked between the couple with worried eyes.

"What happened?" Remus was the first to ask and Devery drew an uneasy breath.

"I nearly killed Sirius last night in our telepathy lesson… it was an accident," she signed and the looks on their friend's faces said it all.

"Blimey!" James blurted in shock.

"Dumbledore patched me up good so don't worry. I have no lingering side effects," Sirius quickly reassured them.

"So, I suppose that's it for the telepathy lessons?" Lily asked and Sirius surprised them all when he shook his head adamantly.

"But you nearly died, mate," James breathed and Sirius waved his concern aside.

"I'm not going to give up just because of one near death experience. Devery has learned her lesson to not take matters into her own hands and listen to Dumbledore's instructions. He gave her a whole month of detention for it," Sirius explained his reasoning and he felt like an ass when he spotted Devery staring at her plate.

He gently cupped her face and turned her towards him. He gave her a reassuring smile and she slowly returned one of her own. He pecked her forehead. He then noticed Lily giving him a rather strange look.

"What is it, Evans?" he prompted.

"You really do like my best friend, don't you?" She breathed.

"I don't just like your best friend, Evans," Sirius gave Devery an affectionate look. "I love your best friend."

Devery beamed with a smile and Sirius pecked her forehead, happily. He wasn't the only one in a celebratory mood. James cheered loudly across the table and he held his hands together.

"Praise Merlin! He has finally manned up and let that cat out of the bag! Hallelujah! I don't have to hear him whining about it anymore!" He cheered and Sirius didn't tell him off. He just laughed at his best friend's antics and gave him a high-five. Remus quickly joined in with a cheer of his own.

"Does that mean I finally have your blessed approval, Evans?" Sirius glanced at Lily and she shrugged.

"You're getting there," she indicated and Sirius eagerly took up the unspoken challenge she presented.

'Sirius?' Devery mouthed in worry because he always did something rash when he got that devious look in his eye.

"Pardon me, darling," Sirius quickly reassured her before he stood up on the bench. The surrounding student body quickly took notice of Sirius and Devery blushed bright red at the sudden attention.

"Oi! Black has got something to say!" A distant Gryffindor yelled and the entire Great Hall grew quiet. Sirius cleared his throat loudly.

"I sure do, Radford!" Sirius grinned back at the Gryffindor he knew, further down the table.

"I, Sirius Black, want everyone to know that I am totally besotted with my lovely girlfriend, Devery Leafwood! I love her!" Sirius shouted and the Great Hall erupted into cheers, catcalls and wild applause.

Devery hid in her robes while Lily looked stumped at the spectacle, Sirius just made.

"How am I doing now, Evans?" Sirius beaconed and Lily swallowed. She couldn't believe he just did that.

"Pretty good," she finally forced out and Sirius punched the air before retaking his seat. James and Remus gave him another set of high-fives. To his surprise, Lily also held out her hand to give him one and Sirius wordlessly returned the high-five.

"I still have my eye on you, though Black," she warned and Sirius just chuckled. He was too thrilled to say anything else. He finally got her approval to date Devery and that was all he wanted from the beginning. Lily and Devery were two peas in a pod. You couldn't have one without the other because they were a package deal just like him and the Marauders.


Devery went to her detention at Hagrid's Hut in a blissful daze. Sirius and James walked her down because they were going to the Quidditch pitch to practice some drills.

Sirius held his broomstick over his shoulder while he held her hand while James babbled about some new flying techniques he wanted to tryout.

When they reached Hagrid's Hut, Sirius gave her a kiss before Hagrid or Dumbledore could notice. Devery could see them inside the hut.

Devery happily melted against Sirius's soft kiss and he hugged her tightly until James got impatient and nudged him with his broom.

"Quidditch cup are earned padfoot not given away willy-nilly," James muttered and Sirius whacked him with his broomstick.

"I am saying goodbye to my girlfriend," Sirius said firmly and James rolled his eyes.

"It's not like you're not going to see her again. It's only a few hours," he complained and Sirius chose to ignore him.

"If you finish early just come to the pitch, I want to show you something," he whispered for her ears alone and Devery nodded with a smile. He ran the back of his fingers down her cheek.

"I'll see you later," he winked and reluctantly left her side. Devery waved at the two boys and laughed when they started to race each other on their broomsticks to the Quidditch pitch.

So far, James was winning because he had the latest broomstick model. With that, she turned to accept her fate.

Hagrid answered the door when she knocked and he let her in with a smile.

"How are you, Devery?" He asked.

She put a thumb's up and waved before pointing at him. He knew she was turning his question around from experience.

"I'm good, thanks for asking."

"Good morning, Miss Leafwood," Dumbledore greeted from Hagrid's dining room table. Hagrid made him a spot of tea while he waited for her to arrive.

Devery nodded her head, respectfully to her headmaster. The formality he approached her with struck a cord in her and Devery knew she had to work hard to earn Dumbledore's trust again. He was keeping her at a distance.

Dumbledore quietly finished the last of his tea and Hagrid went to sit down again. Devery waited patiently by the door for them to finish until Fang, Hagrid's faithful canine companion came to say hello to her.

Devery kneeled to give the dog a hug and she made a face when Fang licked her cheek. She quickly stood up again while Fang nudged her jean-clad legs with his snout.

She then heard Dumbledore slide his chair back to stand up. His half-moon spectacles glanced her way and he silently prompted Devery to follow him out of the hut with an aging hand. They went through the backdoor.

"Hagrid has kindly offered to keep an eye on you while you work. I have to go run some errands in London," Dumbledore explained and Devery continued to follow him with a quiet nod. She followed the headmaster to the fence that surrounded Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

That was when she noticed the buckets of unopened paint and paintbrushes. There was also an apron for her to use.

"Hagrid has just installed a new fence and as a reward for his efforts, you are going to paint it."

The fence was made out of wood that had a white and light brown hue to the bark.

"Paint it today without magic and you won't have detention next week."

Devery looked at Dumbledore strangely then. Surely, he didn't think it would take her a whole month to paint a fence?

"I'll check on your progress in a few hours," Dumbledore indicated and walked off to go back inside Hagrid's Hut.

Devery just looked at the buckets of paint. As far as she knew, Sirius never had to paint a fence in detention or James for that matter and those two had a lot of detentions. So this was definitely a new one and with that thought she got to work.

Dumbledore left her with five different paint colors to choose from. Black, blue, purple, red and brown. Devery went with the purple and got down to business. Her apron and clothes were splattered with purple paint in no time, which she thought made her jeans look cool.

Unbeknownst to Dumbledore, Devery actually liked to paint. She was no artist but she did like to dapple on the school holidays with painting landscapes. Her mother was a part-time artist.

The next few hours slowly rolled on by while she concentrated on her task. Hagrid came to check-in a few times but Devery hardly noticed him. She was more concerned with covering every nook and cranny with paint.

She was finishing up the last wooden pole when she spotted Dumbledore walking out of Hagrid's Hut.

The aging wizard held his arms behind his back and he started to shake his head in disappointment.

Devery stopped what she was doing and stood up in confusion. She painted the whole fence; he should be pleased with her work.

"What have I done now?" She blurted out telepathically and Dumbledore just shook his head again.

"Have you learned nothing from my teachings last night, Miss Leafwood?" He questioned her sternly and Devery continued to look at him, feeling terribly confused.

"What's wrong with my painting, Professor?" She asked.

"See for yourself, Miss Leafwood," Dumbledore tilted his head towards the fence and Devery followed his line of sight. What she saw made her freeze in place.

The fence she just spent hours painting purple was not entirely painted. Some wooden pieces stayed bright purple and they were dying nicely.

"I highly advise that you pay more attention to your surroundings, Miss Leafwood. Silent observance has it's own power," Dumbledore instructed and gazed into her bewildered hazel eyes.

"You will come back the same time next week to finish this task, Miss Leafwood. You can finish your detention once you have put the paint away in Hagrid's shed."

Devery frowned at the order and used her wandless magic to make the many buckets of paint float up.

"Without magic, Miss Leafwood." Dumbledore added and Devery lowered the paint buckets with a scowl.

"Hop to it, Miss Leafwood," Dumbledore muttered, unmoving from his place and Devery just knew he was going to stay to make sure she moved the buckets without magic.

Devery mentally cursed her headmaster while she went about her new task. The buckets of paint were heavy so she had to drag them one at a time to Hagrid's nearby shed.

Dumbledore scolded her on her language when he caught wind of her mind and Devery reinforced her mental walls with steel to keep him out.

"Good, good," Dumbledore commented when she finished putting the painting things away and Devery breathed out unevenly. She was sore and tired from doing the manual labor. She wasn't the fittest Gryffindor student. She wasn't build for physical activity, she was an academic at heart.

"I am doing this for your own good, Miss Leafwood," Dumbledore sighed when Devery frowned his way again and she let down her mental walls.

"I could've learned silent observance by writing you an essay instead," she indicated, crossly.

"We learn better by doing, Miss Leafwood and silent observance is not the only thing I am trying to teach you to embrace with this task," Dumbledore said.


Sirius and James stopped doing drills when lunchtime rolled around. James wanted to do more after lunchtime but Sirius told him no.

"But padfoot! This is our last year to get the Quidditch Cup!" James whined at Sirius's back in the boy's locker room.

Sirius took his shirt off and cringed at how sweaty the fabric was. His Quidditch Captain loved to put him through the winger when they did drills. James was a Chaser and he was a Beater.

"I'm busy," Sirius repeated himself while he looked through his locker for a clean shirt and he cheered when he found one. It was a black long sleeved shirt and he sniffed it make sure it was clean.

"We have a match against Hufflepuff in six weeks!" James relented loudly and Sirius snorted.

"That's plenty of time to train."

"No, it's not!" James flipped out.

"Ravenclaw go up against Slytherin first."

That match was around Halloween and Sirius couldn't wait to watch it in the stands. He rooted for Ravenclaw.

"We need to be ready," James persisted and Sirius glanced his way.

"Hey, prongs? Do you think I need a shower before I see Devery? I don't like to smell like a wet dog when I'm around her."

"No, you don't because I am calling an emergency team practice this afternoon," James outlined and Sirius hummed in deep thought.

"You're right James, I do need a shower. Just tell Devery where I am if she turns up," Sirius nodded in his direction before he went towards the showers. James followed him with a clenched jaw.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He looked alarmed and Sirius smirked while he sat down to take his shoes and socks off.

"Oh, yes. I did."

"And?" James folded his arms.

"Good luck with wrestling the rest of the team up, prongs." Sirius laughed. Their teammates needed a week's notice on the noticeboard for Quidditch practice. Those were the rules.

"They will come, this is an emergency." James told him otherwise. "I will gather them up at lunch."

"You're crazy," Sirius shook his head.

No one messed with a student's weekend plans. They were ironclad because everyone spent a whole week looking forward to them.

"Be back here after lunch, padfoot," James ordered.

"Yeah sure, prongs. I'll come to practice if the rest of the team does," Sirius snorted and James clapped his hands together.

"Time for lunch."

Sirius just looked at him. "If you think Evans is going to sit next to your stinky and sweaty self at lunch, you got another thing coming prongs."

James waved his concern aside. "She won't mind."

Sirius laughed. "You like to live dangerously."

"Danger is my middle name, padfoot. See you after lunch," James pointed at him and walked out of the locker room with a determined stride.

Sirius just shook his head again. Sometimes he wondered if all those Quidditch injuries did something to scramble James's way of thinking. He was a real nutter sometimes.

He stood up to take his pants and underpants off. Since, he was the only one in the locker room, he had free reign of the shower room so he whistled a little tune under his breath while he walked into the first shower cubicle. He didn't bother with shutting the shower curtain and he went about his business.

The hot water felt great and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensations propelling against his skin. He grabbed one of the shampoos they kept in every cubicle and washed his hair.

He quickly scrubbed and rinsed the shampoo out. He cracked his eyes open to look for the bottle of conditioner and immediately froze when he spotted an intruder in the shower room. He didn't hear them come in and Sirius cursed.

He quickly rubbed his wet locks away and he went slack-jawed when he saw who it was.

He was going to rip prongs a new one when he saw him next. The git probably told her he was in the shower room instead of wait for him in the locker room.

Devery's eyes were as wide as saucers and were pinned on an appendage of his down below. She tilted her head to the side and bit her lowerlip. She often did that when she was thinking.

It wasn't like she hadn't seen one before. She had seen pictures of them but she hadn't seen one up close before and in real life. So, that's how one looked like. It looked weird at first but the longer she stared at it, the thing strangely started to grow on her. It was hard and starting to spring at attention.

The skin down there looked quite smooth and to her further amazement, Sirius looked well groomed in the hair department down there. And a little larger than what she had seen in pictures. She briefly wondered how he would eventually fit inside. Would he feel warm or cold down there?

Sirius quickly covered himself up with a bottle of conditioner.

"Ah… Devery, my eyes are up here," he finally spoke and it sounded incredibly awkward.

His voice broke whatever trance Devery was under and she had to blink several times before she could focus on his gorgeous but soaked face. That was when Sirius noticed she was covered in purple paint.

"Um… why are you covered in paint, love?" He asked and Devery looked down at her clothes. The apron didn't help much with protecting her clothes.

"I think it looks cool. I look like a painter," she signed in excitement, which quickly died when she remembered she had a naked boyfriend in the shower to ogle. That was when she got a wicked but rather naughty idea.

"Why were you painting?" Sirius asked, looking genuinely perplexed. He really wanted to know what she did to get messed up like this.

"Detention. I have to paint a fence," she quickly answered before she pulled her jumper off.

"Ah…" Sirius grew tongue-tied and he swallowed hard when Devery removed her long sleeved shirt. He clenched his jaw hard when he saw her bra and he forced his eyes closed so he could get some focus back. This was a terribly bad idea.

"Ah… love, someone could walk in," he breathed and he covered his eyes with one hand when he heard the telltale sign of her pants being unzipped. He heard Devery disregard her boots, socks and pants.

Bitter silence soon followed and he jumped when he heard her pull the shower curtain closed.

"Devery," he uncovered his eyes and stopped dead in his tracks while Devery smirked at him in the closed shower cubicle. She held some towels against her chest but apart of that, she was as naked as the day she was born.

"Merlin," Sirius cursed low and he slowly watched Devery openly bear herself to him while she placed the towels safely on a shelf where they couldn't get wet.

He quickly lost him mind when he took all her bared beauty in. She looked better than his wildest dreams.

"You found towels," he heard himself say dumbly and Devery looked amused while she slowly approached him.

She took the bottle of conditioner from him and poured some into her hand. Sirius groaned when she started to rub it through his hair. He automatically pulled her closer and ran his palms under her wet body. His desire for her poked her in the belly and he turned away to keep it away.

"Sorry," he looked sheepish but Devery rolled her eyes and pressed into his front again. She focused on cleaning Sirius's hair and he tired to rub some paint away from her skin.

"Is that what you wanted to show me?" Devery signed and looked down at him with a mischievous eye. Sirius shook his head and laughed loudly.

"I wanted to show you the room of requirement after we had lunch," he replied and Devery gave him an odd look.

'What's that?' She mouthed and Sirius bought her more under the hot shower. He asked her if she minded the temperature and she said it was fine while he held her closely.

"You'll see," he promised and looked down at her with half-hooded eyes.

"But first things first, you are covered in paint and need to get cleaned up," he leaned down to kiss her properly and Devery happily caressed his face with one hand while the other trailed down his delicious body.

Sirius broke the kiss to look deeply into her eyes when he felt Devery's hand travel down his chest. He didn't move to stop her though. A rather devious look washed across her face and Sirius arched a curious eyebrow.

"Are you doing my cheeky witch?"

Sirius broke off with a shudder when he got his answer. Devery grabbed him boldly by the base and lightly squeezed. Sirius immediately held back a curse and held onto her waist for support.

"You don't have to do that."

'I want too,' Devery mouthed. 'Please.' She slowly stroked him from base to tip and Sirius groaned low. He knew instinctively what she wanted. She wanted him to guide her and show her what he liked.

"You're amazing," he breathed and slanted his mouth over hers while he guided her hands down below.

He showed her how to stroke him and tease his tip. Devery grasped what she could. His skin was a lot softer than she thought. Impressive didn't begin to describe it. Sirius let out a strangled moan, and she darted her eyes up to meet his. They were closed and there was a look of pleasure on his face.

"You're doing great, baby."

Unable to stop herself, she reached out and grabbed him at the balls. Sirius sucked in a sharp breath of air, closing his eyes. Her hands on his cock inspired his body to jerk. White-hot liquid fire pulsed through him.

He was completely at her mercy, Devery couldn't help grin when she realised she had all the power in that moment. It was time to make him the hot mess instead of her.

"You're sure, you haven't done this before?" Sirius forced out but he never got his answer. Devery gently pushed him to lean against the shower wall with another coy grin. She got a real kick out of seeing Sirius in this state and she didn't back down. His silky tanned skin was all wet and his lean muscles were bunched up with unraveling tension. His scrunched up features captured her attention the most, he looked like he was about to fall apart. It was as if he was surrendering a part of himself to her, she had never seen before.

Devery quickly learned how he liked to be touched and Sirius shuttered when she pushed his guiding hands away and took full control. He could fall into the pleasurable rhythm his hips established to fall in step with her strokes. He was going to come and soon but he needed something else to set him over the edge.

"Harder please, baby," he pleaded, huskily and he moaned when Devery tightened her grip. He was now blissfully standing on the edge. "Faster," he begged and gripped her close. He buried his face into her neck and groaned.

The sound vibrated deep in his throat and Devery mouthed his throat. It was the hottest sound she had ever heard make. She happily quickened her strokes and nibbled his teeth with her teeth. The hot water cascading down on them just made the moment more intense and sensual. Sirius breathed hard against her skin and quickly lost his mind. His hips jerked clumsily against her hands and he tightened his hold on her.

Then his mouth ran away from him. He called her the sweetest of things and begged for more. Her name became a moan in his husky panting and out of curiousty, Devery opened up her growing telepathic connection with him and she moaned when she felt the pleasurable trills overwhelming Sirius's mind from her touch. That was when she noticed how tightly coiled, he was on the edge of falling and she badly wanted to see him fall apart in the grips of pleasure. Her mind buzzed with a wicked idea and Sirius had no warning. He started to come the instant he heard her voice coo his name inside his head and he came with a shout when Devery lightly bit his shoulder. That little dash of pain set him over the edge and fell gloriously into a sea of blissful black.

He nearly lost his footing when he fell apart and Devery helped his shivering body stay upright against the shower wall. She found the sight of him crumbling under all that pleasurable tension quite beautiful. It was a sweet surrender and she rained down kisses onto his wet skin with a pleased smile. He looked quite satisfied while he came down from his pleasurable high and she continued to fondle him until his cock went limp in her hands. She found the process quite fascinating.

"Wow," Sirius forced out and he looked quite bewildered. Devery kissed his cheek with a triumphant grin. She doubted Meriden Spade made him lose his mind like this. That was when Sirius noticed the mess he left behind on her stomach and thighs. His flushed skin deepened into a deeper blush.

"Sorry, love, I should've warned you," he looked sheepish and quickly grabbed a washcloth to clean up. Devery reached up to cup his lightly whiskered cheeks.

'It's okay,' she mouthed and Sirius looked deeply into her hazel eyes with a serious look.

"I love you," he whispered. He now understood why some people only shared their body with the person they loved. It was unlike anything he had experienced before and it was way better than merely shagging to get off.

'I know,' Devery mouthed sweetly and that was more than enough for him. He kissed her forehead and reached for the soap.

"Let's get cleaned up, shall we? Before we miss out on lunch."


They barely made it to lunch with time to spare but Sirius didn't really care. He was still riding a delightful high from that intense orgasm Devery just gave him. He felt faint at the idea of what she could do to him with her mouth. He nearly blacked out from her hands alone.

Past him would be terrified at the power Devery had over him. He never lost it that easily with a girl. He usually had more control but that old strength of his was non-existent with his girlfriend. But since it was Devery, the whole thing oddly comforted him. This girl had the power to break him if she wanted too.

Devery didn't really care if they missed out on lunch either, she was happy to simply walk around with Sirius and hold his hand in that moment. After the day and the physical leaps they've made, she felt closer towards him.

When they walked into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand, Devery was surprised when Sirius didn't lead them over to sit with their friends further down the table. Instead, he sat on the first available bench spot he could find. Devery raised her eyebrows in question when she took a seat beside him and Sirius drew her in close to his side.

"I'm not ready to share you yet," he quickly kissed her forehead and started to pile on food on their plates. He knew what she liked to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner by now.

"You're cute when you get territorial," she signed and Sirius gave her a heated look.

"You still think that after this morning? Do I need to up my game in the hot and sexy department, love?" His grey eyes glistened with the prospect of a challenge and Devery shook her head at him with a silent laugh.

"You know how hot and sexy, you are," she signed.

"But you just called me cute," Sirius placed her plate in front of her with a pointed look.

"You are cute, too," she added and Sirius sighed. "Fine," he grumbled.

"There's nothing wrong with being called cute," Devery ate with an amused look.

"But being called cute makes me seem a like big soft teddy bear instead of a sexy boyfriend you can't keep your hands off."

"I see you as both, Sirius. It's like you have a split personality."

Sirius just looked at her and Devery popped him on the nose with a smile.

"But I love that about you and it's why we are getting along so well. I have a split personality too."

Sirius laughed at her explanation. "Yeah, I know. On one side you can be the sweetest witch I know and on the other, reigns a rather cheeky one."

Devery just wriggled her eyebrows at him. "It's a darn pity you didn't learn that before you fell in love with me," she teased him and Sirius rested his forehead against hers closely.

"I'm a Marauder love, I need a cheeky witch to keep me on my toes," he quickly stole a kiss and turned back towards his food.

"I want to show you something when we're done here," he said between mouthfuls of food and Devery nodded with an excited smile. She wondered what else he could possibly show her that he hadn't shown her already.

Her short time with this guy had already reshaped her world in ways she could've never forsworn.

"It's nothing illegal so don't worry," Sirius added and Devery pretended to look disappointed.

"I thought I was dating a Marauder? Maybe I picked the wrong one to shack up with," she signed. Sirius swallowed his food and flashed a wicked grin.

"Hey, if you're up for a prank, I'm all ears, love."