InsaneJournal

Characters: Sirius Black & Severus Snape
Setting: Entrance Hall, night of Sunday, 17 October
Content: SFW, might end up pushing it on language
Summary: Sirius tells Snape rather more than he should have and doesn't realise why this is bad.


Sirius Black was a pretty dangerous man at the best of times. He was unfailingly reckless, he never paused to think before he acted, and perhaps worst of all, he held his enemies in so low a regard, he essentially considered them subhuman. All that said, this was not the best of times. Sirius knew that his best mate was in a bad way, what with losing the Quidditch match for which he was sub-Captain and his girlfriend in the same week. Sirius also couldn't help but shoulder some of the blame for the former loss and all of it for the latter, which only strengthened his already-powerful desire to cheer James up. He was searching around for something big, some prank or trick or other kind of plan that would bring his best friend back to his former glory. He knew that the Marauders would be capable of anything they put their minds to; the trick was in figuring out what to do this time.

It was in this searching mindset that Sirius strolled through the mostly-empty Entrance Hall, hoping he'd see something that might set off a spark of creativity. If nothing else, there was always the moon that night, and a good romp through the forest would cheer them all up (except maybe Remus), but Sirius wanted something bigger. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, maybe twenty feet away, appeared Sirius' favourite target: Severus Snape. A cruel smile spread on Sirius' face. Just what he needed to spark some ideas, a bit of old fashioned picking on Snivellus, just like the good old days. "Skulking alone, Snivelly? Rookwood and Lestrange decide they were sick of grease?" Sirius called out.