A/N: Okay, this has nothing to do with Harry Potter, but I HATE ADVANCED PLACEMENT COLLEGE BOARD EXAMS. That is all.

Sirius' POV

I was in a rather good mood. Christmas had nearly come and I was not going back to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, if I could help it. Of course, I could stay with James and I'd have a great time, if you exclude all of the mentions of Lily Evans and how badly he missed seeing her. That would definitely be a downside to my Christmas Break. Yes, staying at Hogwarts was the best option. Besides, I would be able to snoop around the castle virtually unnoticed with no one watching, looking for any other rooms or passageways to add to the map.

I chanced upon Regulus between Charms and Potions on the last day of school before the holidays. He considerably flattened my spirits. I don't usually talk to my brother, even though we're on good terms with each other. We're just in rival Houses, and my parents and aunts and uncles hail him as the firstborn son, because he achieved everything that my parents had expected me to do. At least I, not the Black tradition, had control over my life. Apparently, he was doing well as a third-year in Slytherin, because he had been talking to at least two Slytherin boys my age before he stopped me (the fifth-years abandoned him when they saw him making his way towards me).

"Sirius," he grinned up at me. When he's my age, he may be nearly half as good-looking as I am, but really, who knows. "So I assume you've heard about the Mudblood, right?" I sighed, realizing that Regulus would never learn that calling people Mudbloods was wrong.

"Which one?" I'd heard more than enough stories about his friends hexing several Muggle-born wizards and witches. Don't get me wrong, I always enjoy a good hexing. But for Merlin's sake, why couldn't he just hex his friends, or those downright horrible prefects?

"That perfectly annoying girl in your House. I forget her name—she's a carrot top, though—Leha, Lola, or something like that." Oh no. This was not good. My brother's friends had just hexed Lily Evans. I, personally, didn't mind—considering that she's the strictest of those nasty prefects—but James would.

"What did you do to her?" I demanded. Regulus gave me a look of superior annoyance.

"I don't know what you're on about, really. It's not what I did to her, it's what you can do to her." He got that somewhat evil grin on his face.

"Honestly, Reg, I don't know what you're talking about." He looked at me in disbelief.

"I can't believe that you don't know—everyone's talking about it!" He seemed quite proud that he knew more than I did, and, well, I'm just a little less than patient.

"Tell me!" I growled.

"Okay, okay! She's not going home for Christmas." I groaned. I began considering returning to Grimmauld Place.

"Why?" I demanded in anguish. I wouldn't be able to do a single thing with her nagging on me at all hours. Regulus just shrugged.

"Ophicus told me that her Muggle family is afraid of her and doesn't want her back." I snorted.

"I can imagine. I'm afraid of her and I'm a wizard." I waited till after Regulus laughed—when I was younger, my primary goal was to make him laugh—to add, "Though, if you heard that from Ophicus, it's most likely not true." He shrugged again, as if it didn't matter.

"Whatever. See you after the holidays." And with that, he turned and strutted arrogantly away.

I immediately became severely depressed and counted on my holidays as being nearly as miserable as being stuck in an empty room with Bella for an hour. It goes without saying that James needn't know anything about this.

A/N: Wow, I don't know if this fic is even okay. It's really hard to write this while studying for 4 hour long tests haha, but I swear, it will get better. Well, I hope.