Padfoot's Twelve Days of Christmas
Copyright: I don't own any of these characters/scenes/general JKR Universey things.
This is the second day in a challenge I have with my wonderful sister and fellow author, Rinnie10, to create 12 little stories on the 12 days of Christmas. Enjoy. And review. It makes me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. Like the opposite of a mini fridge. So it'd be a mini oven. But without the burning. Yeah, I should have thought this through more. REVIEW! Haha! Enjoy!
Day Two
On The Second Day of Christmas, Professor Dippet Gave to Me… A Detention?
"Why doesn't Master Black tell us the answer, seeing as though he thinks he knows enough to sleep in my lesson!" Sirius barely dodged a piece of rogue chalk, as the thunderous voice of Professor Slughorn jolted him from sleep. He didn't have a clue at what was said, and off all the lessons he had, this was the most boring. Damn potions, and damn Slughorn!
"I don't know Sir." Sirius tried to sound suitably chastised, a method that usually worked. Sound apologetic, and old Horace was a pushover. He heard James snicker from behind his back. Typical Prongs. Sirius still had the bottle of shampoo, which had come from Potter. He still needed to be pranked for that.
Slughorn accepted the apology for what it was and continued an extremely dull lesson on the use of the common nettle in brewing restorative draughts, which left Sirius to scheme. He had almost given up hope when an idea struck him. It was so simple, and so brilliant! He reached into his bag, and pulled out the offending present. He then charmed it to float, carefully sent it to the back of the classroom, then raised it high above the heads of everyone. James was chewing the end of his quill, unaware of the payback he was about to receive. With careful manoeuvring, Sirius managed to get the bottle resting precariously on one of the chandeliers, right above his fellow marauder's head.
"Diffindo!" He whispered, sending the cap of the bottle spinning off onto the floor. The shampoo landed with a greasy, wet dollop right in the middle of James's hair! Result! Sirius howled with laughter, and his eyes started watering with mirth. Once more the voice of his potions teacher echoed through the classroom, but he was too busy cackling to notice. It was only several minutes and a quick cleaning charm later that order was restored with the arrival of the Headmaster. Instantly the entire room sat up straight, with the exception of James, who was busy trying to flatten his hair down.
"Sirius Black, would you kindly step outside please?" His face was stern, and expression unrelenting. Sirius found himself on his feet before he even realised it, and with a sense of foreboding, realised that this prank may have been one step too far. The door closed behind him, and he turned to face the headmaster.
"Now, this isn't the first time you and I have had this talk, is it?"
"No sir." Sirius shuffled.
"And you know what I think about this endless 'prank feud' with Mr Potter, don't you?"
"Yes sir."
"That being said, it did take some precise spellwork to get the bottle on top of the chandelier like that." Sirius's mouth dropped open. Was the headmaster actually paying him a compliment for this?
"Don't look so surprised Master Black, I am confident that you are more than a capable young Wizard, if you ever concentrate on anything." A small smile flitted across his face. "As recognition for this, I am going to give you a small gift." Sirius was more confused than ever. A gift? For this prank?
"What is it sir?" He asked, letting his mind run wild. Perhaps a rare herb, perhaps house points.
"The only thing befitting this behaviour in class Master Black. A detention. With me. Tonight." The young marauder's face fell. "Merry Christmas!" The headmaster quipped.