Who: Sirius & James What: Teenage angst Where: Outside When: After all the drama llama Rating: Probably high-ish for language
This had officially been the worst day at Hogwarts. Sirius had let Evan Rosier get under his skin by mentioning his family and his mother. James had found out one of his relatively good mates had slipped in and stolen the girl. Two of the biggest issues for these two mates were managing to surface like a dead body released from it's cement blocks. Never being particularly good with his emotions, Sirius had done the one thing he knew would help. Going outside, and eventually transforming into a dog and just running. Everything made sense in his shaggy black dog form. He loved Remus for being a werewolf and inspiring the three of them to learn complex magic, as much as Remus hated it.
After reading the scribbled reply from James, Sirius shut his journal and tossed it away. He didn't care what Evans or Prewett were saying anymore. What they did was wrong. If they didn't know it, then they were as bad as Slytherins.
Hearing someone walking towards him, Sirius didn't bother to move. Only James would know where to go to find him so quickly. "Aye, mate." There wasn't much else to say. What could be said? Evans was a slag, Gideon was a traitor, and his mum was a bitch? Pretty much summed it up, so why was Sirius feeling so pissed off?