Ahh an interestingly mixed reaction to the Abigail/Sirius pairing... Still not decided on the final pairings yet, but it won't be til a lot further into the story that anything "romantic" happens (not with Sirius anyway...)

Also, I actually took the time to re-read the previous chapters, and I definitely think the story had improved since the first one! I'm going to try and do them up a bit during the weekend, the story will stay the same I just think some bits aren't that well written and I noticed a few inconsistencies. So apologies for that!

Breakfast: the most important meal of the day, so he'd been told at least. Sirius skewered a rasher of bacon on his fork and proceeded to stuff it into his mouth with a satisfied grunt.

"How do they make this so good?" he asked Abigail, who was trying to do her Potions homework at the last minute without attracting the attention of any of the Prefects or Professors. She gave a distracted "dunno", before sighing and throwing her quill down. "It's hopeless. I am never going to be good at Potions so there is just no point in trying anymore."

"That's the spirit!" Sirius said, simultaneously chewing on yet another piece of bacon. "I decided that the day I bought the textbook."

Across the table, Snape glowered at him in disgust before offering softly, "I can help, if you want."

Abigail looked surprised at the offer but realising she didn't have much time left before the class started, she quickly passed her parchment over to him. "What am I doing wrong?"

Snape poured over the half written essay and quickly identified the main mistake early on, but Sirius had already tuned out of the conversation and was staring over at the Gryffindor table. He frowned, mid-chew, as his grey eyes settled on Potter sitting with some fat weasly looking kid in their year. He wasn't a threat. But Potter was a different story altogether. His eyes narrowed and he absent-mindedly speared the last sausage with his fork, still staring intently at Potter.

Peter looked nervously over to the Slytherin table and nudged James. "Why does he keep staring over here?"

James glanced up from his letter and instantly made eye contact with Black, who was savagely wolfing down a sausage. The eye contact was more than a little creepy after a few seconds… James glanced at Peter and shrugged. "Maybe he fancies you."

Peter turned scarlet and choked on his toast as James went back to reading his letter.

"Where the hell have you been?" James asked as Remus walked into Transfiguration, looking more exhausted than usual. James had missed his friend who had mysteriously disappeared after classes without a word of warning.

Collapsing down into his seat, he replied shortly, "Had to go home for a family thing... nothing important. Did I miss much yesterday?"

James raised an eyebrow but didn't broach the subject any further, "Nah, don't think so."

"You fell asleep again didn't you?" Remus said, his tone both accusing and amused. "What am I meant to do then? Is it really that hard for you to stay awake for one lessson so I can copy your notes when I'm not here?"

"Alright put a sock in it," James replied, settling his head back down on the desk for another snooze despite his friend's words. "Ask Peter."

Remus looked across the class to see Peter in a similar position to James, but already snoring. "Merlin, I think he's actually dribbling," Remus replied in disbelief. "I don't know how you do it."

The girl beside him had come to a similar conclusion and had moved her chair as far away as possible, while occasionally throwing him looks of disgust. Remus chuckled, knowing Peter would be distraught when he woke up and realised he'd so thoroughly embarrassed himself in front of the girl he'd already decided to marry. She didn't know yet of course.

"Meadowes doesn't look too impressed."

"Meadowes never looks impressed," James mumbled. "Night..."

As his eyelids drifted shut, the tabby cat that had been sitting on McGonagall's desk jumped down and stalked towards their desk. Lupin noticed it out of the corner of his eye, just in time for it to leap up onto the unsuspecting James' desk causing him to let out a startled yelp and straighten up in record speed. The other students stopped their conversations and began to giggle as James scowled.

"Bloody cat, get down!" he instructed. The cat observed him for a moment and Remus could have sworn it was frowning. The realisation hit him suddenly and he bit his knuckle to keep from bursting out laughing as James tried to shoo their Professor off the desk.

"Uh, James..."

"What?" he asked, now engaged in some kind of staring contest with her. "This isn't Filch's cat, is it?"

Remus couldn't stop himself from sniggering as the cat turned and leaped from the desk, transforming mid-jump. James stared at McGonagall, mouth open in shock.

"No, Mr Potter, I can assure you I am not," she replied primly. "And I suggest you refrain from falling asleep again in my class, you are in more than enough trouble as it is."

He gulped. "Yes, Professor. How... How is Professor Dawkins?"

"Alive," she replied shortly and James looked away guiltily. The "No thank to you" that she clearly wanted to say hung heavily in the air for several uncomfortable moments before she swept up to the front of the classroom to address the rest of the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff pupils. James breathed a sigh of relief and sneaked a glance at Peter. Still fast asleep.

"There's no justice in this world," he grumbled, picking up his quill to start taking notes. Beside him, Remus nodded. He couldn't agree with the statement more.

"I think I can literally feel my soul being destroyed," Sirius grumbled, more to himself than James. The two were sitting side-by-side in McGonagall's classroom, who had chosen a more traditional punishment for this particular detention: lines. His wrist ached and the pain was starting to spread up his arm, they'd been writing for more than two hours now. James groaned and dropped his quill on the desk for a moment as he tried to shake the pain out of his wrist and try and regain some feeling.

"Tell me about it," he muttered. "I don't even know why I have to do the extra detention as well."

"Because, Potter, you are partly responsible for Professor Dawkins's injuries, as well as agreeing to a particularly stupid suggestion of flying your brooms through the corridors," McGonagall replied without looking up from her work. "Now, keep writing."

James rolled his eyes, but was secretly impressed she'd heard him, while Sirius scowled indignantly at her. It had seemed like a good idea at the time! A crash from outside made the professor look up, startled. She turned her eyes suspiciously on the two boys as she rose to her feet and swept towards the door.

"Do not move from your seats," she ordered sternly, "I shall return shortly."

"Yes, Professor," they chorused obediently (for once). As soon as she left the room, both dropped their quills back onto the desk again with a sigh of relief. Sirius massaged his wrist ruefully, praying to whatever gods there were that she would end the detention soon, before his hand fell off. He definitely wouldn't make the Quidditch team with one hand.

James turned in his seat to look at his fellow pupil. "I heard about what happened with Malfoy the other day..."

"Yeah? Good news travels fast," Sirius replied.

James frowned. "I don't get you, Black."

"Not many people do," Sirius said with a shrug.

Before James could elaborate, McGonagall re-entered the class muttering something about Peeves under her breath and both boys quickly resumed their punishment in silence.

Writing the breakfast scene made me laugh so much, I doubt it will amuse you guys as much but hey, just thought I'd let you know lol. Ted Tonks will be making an appearance in the next couple of chapters for anyone interested :P