Tonight was yet another detention for Sirius.

He had pranked the Slytherins again, this time he had gone, according to Mc Gonnagall a little (much too much) far and more than one of the snakes had ended up in the infirmary. Now he was supposed to be in detention until the Christmas holidays. Great.

He was surprised to see you come back into the detention room. He thought he would be alone for the rest of the week. Yet you were there, a perfect pure blood not so perfect after all. Sirius knew you from the high society pure blood balls organized by his parents.

You argued with Filch for being late for your punishment. You sat on your chair in annoyance, not even giving Sirius a glance which made him smile. Pure blood pride, he knew it all too well.

Suddenly, the squib started coughing and grumbled away, leaving you alone with the pile of punishment exercises to complete. You mumbled an incantation under your breath, the Black had heard you. Sirius leaned towards you, a mischievous smile on his face. “I suppose it’s the extra use of wandless magic that got you here?”