RP: Rabbit spleens and vinegar Who: Sirius Black and OPEN When: October 14th, late evening. Where: Hogwarts corridors. What: Sirius is coming back from detention. Someone else is doing... something else. Cue collision. Warnings: Swearing, almost certainly.
Sirius thought that as the Head Boy's best mate, he should have been given some kind of diplomatic immunity. It would have served as a kind of compensation to the fact that James was slipping somewhere dangerously close to 'boring', and was never bloody around. And now that he had a 'date' with Lily Evans - Or, at least, she'd told him they had a date - it meant that, if it went well, he'd probably become even more crap.
Not that there was really any other option, if previous attempts to woo Miss Evans were anything to go by, Sirius thought he'd probably end up rescuing the drunk, crying idiot from underneath a table in the Hogs Head. A part of Sirius felt bad for hoping the whole thing would be a balls up, but quite frankly it was for James' own good.
It wasn't that he didn't love detention, or anything - a lot of the time it was a bloody good opportunity to catch up on some much-needed kip - but it became noticably less fun when he was forced to pickle things. Sirius hated pickling things. Why was everyone else so obsessed with it?! Surely 'fresh was best', or some kind of bollocks. Sirius scowled to himself and brought his hand up to his face, giving his fingers a curious sniff. A moment later he snatched his hand away as if his own palm had tried to bite him (Which could be possible, for all he knew. He'd never understood that divination bollocks) and given it a thoroughly disgusted look.
Yup. He smelt like vinegar. Brilliant. That was attractive.
With a huff, Sirius shoved his acid-scented hands into his pockets and loped around the corner in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. As he walked, his thought started to divert off into the weird-and-wonderful world of Sirius Black. In fact, his mind had taken some kind of holiday, wandering off down some insane tangent that involved rabbits and spleens and vinegar, and so he had cause to be genuinely surprised when he turned another corner and walked slap-bang into someone coming the oppposite direction.