Who: Sirius Black and Minerva Mcgoogles What: He solemnly swears he is up to no good. Where: Taunton, in class W:arnings: None, probably
Sirius had never taken his education especially seriously. This may have been, in part, yet another way to spite his family who was financing his schooling. It wasn't that he didn't like school--he would much rather be at Hogwarts with Prongs, Moony and Wormtail than just about anywhere else--he just didn't have any intention of making them proud.
This was a new school, though, and he was quite pleased to report that he hadn't heard hide nor hair from his relatives. There was no family here to disappoint or embarrass, but old habits died hard. Adjusting his schedule had been a bit of a pain, but it would be well worth it. Of course he needed to get himself into Moony's classes. The fact that his lady love was teaching was just gravy.
Making a fashionably late entrance, Sirius transfigured a handful of pencils into a bouquet of flowers and presented them to the professor. "Ah, my darling, we have been apart for far too long!"