why so [sirius]?

[EFFY ROXANNE DUMONT]

Elizabeth Dumont had just woken up and discovered she was running late to her Potions class. Granted, it wasn't her fault that the Gryffindor 6th Year Schedule had potions first period. That was an ungodly time for such a boring class. It could put her to sleep, and frankly if she was going to fall asleep over a boiling cauldron, she might as well just not go and sleep in the comfort of her own bed. So she had.

Of course, Effy wasn't even thinking along the lines of the fact that she could easily make the majority of the class. After all, she was only a few minutes late at most, but she just chose to see that she was late, therefore she just shouldn't bother going. The Great Hall was filled with students who had free period, which were mostly sixth and seventh years, so she blended right in and sat down at the breakfast table, grabbing some sweet buns and ham.

She grabbed a glass of pumpkin juice and drank it thirstily, not even blinking as the drink magically refilled itself. The house-elves were always on top of things. Oh yes, Effy knew house elves lived in the Hogwarts kitchen, it was pretty common knowledge among older students but always seemed to surprise younger ones, particularly those who'd never seen a house-elf. While well to do, Effy's family had never employed their services, but she was a bit of a trouble maker and had found out the password from on of her old friends in Hufflepuff (it seemed the Hufflepuffs knew more about the dungeon secrets than even the Slytherins sometimes.)

Taking a bite of the sweet bread, she sighed and let her eyes scan the room lazily. There wasn't anyone really that interesting to talk to- most of those who had a free period now weren't people she was all too familiar with for some reason. She had a fair number of friends, certainly, but she couldn't seem to find any of them in the Great Hall this time of morning because, unlike her, they had managed to escape the curse of Potions, but if she wanted to be an auror she had to take the class.

But taking it and attending it were two different things. Janus was so naturally gifted with the subject it was infuriating sometimes.

Sighing, she glanced across the room and caught sight of a very familiar boy headed into the Great Hall. "Sirius!" she smiled easily and stood up, going over to where he was. "Busy avoiding potions too?"

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NOTES - I am so tired omg I never did get that nap
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[SIRIUS BLACK]

The morning hadn't been the best one to say the least. Sirius had drunk a bit too much of the alcohol the Marauders had managed to smuggle inside the dormitory the night before, as the group had decided to spice up a rainy evening with some drinking game. Faintly, he felt being shaken but it only made him drag a pillow over his head. By their sixth year together, his friends knew his stubbornness well enough not to try and make him do what he didn't want to and so when he finally openend his eyes, all of them were off to their first class.

Contrary to what many students believed to be true of Sirius Black, he wasn't actually one to skip class frequently. This misunderstanding was probably caused by his general disregard for school rules and reputation of being a rebel. Yet in fact, the young man rather enjoyed going to classes and learning new spells and magical fact. And in case a class got too boring, he always had his Marauders by his side to cause some mischief. Besides, even if there was a streak within him that made him want to skip on some classes – especially Potions – he had spent enough time with Remus to feel guilty whenever he did. After all, the other boy really did give his best to help James and him, the less studious ones of the group, with their homework and it wasn't Sirius' intention to give his friend more work than he absolutely had to have with them.

After a splash of cold water over his face, the tall man dragged his shirt and vest over his head and put on his trousers. It was a good thing Hogwarts had uniforms, or else he would have utterly failed at the task of clothing himself on a morning like this. After tying his shoelaces and slipping into his robes, he grabbed his golden-red tie to knot around his neck as he made his ways through the empty corridors. Since he was already too late, which didn't exactly lift his spirits, Sirius decided to make a detour to the Great Hall for a bite. Perhaps it would help with the hangover and put him in a better mood to put up with the nagging of the Potions teacher.

Entering the large room, he automatically headed towards a specific spot at the Gryffindor table, where the Marauders usually sat. Even now that none of them were there, it was left vacant. Straddling the bench and letting his hand run through his somewhat wild hair, he heard a voice calling out his name. For a moment, he hung in the air, turning his head towards the caller, only to see a fellow classmate. ”Effy,” he greeted her with a smile and sat down. Sirius not only see her in class, but also knew the girl to be an avid Quidditch player as he had more than once admired her game as well as her figure when he came to matches to support James. They hadn't socialized too much yet, but he remembered James telling about her having “quite a spirit”.

Wearily, Sirius extended his long fingers for the buns and bread and decided to go with a piece of toast. Nothing too heavy on his stomach. ”Shh, woman, the walls have ears” he gave Effy a severe cautionary look, but a small smile tugged at a corner of his lips, ”Why aren't you in class? Know enough for the upcoming test already?” he teased. Potions wasn't Sirius' favourite class to put it mildly, and in his moments of boredom and despair, he had noticed a similar tortured look on the beautiful classmate's face.