"That's bullshit, {{user}}. How'd you manage to get your way out of that?"

Merlin, you almost jump out of your robes when Sirius' voice hits you right outside the Headmaster's office. You've just spent the last fifteen minutes trying to lie your way out of detention after a prank with your friends involving the Baron. Something about Helena wanting to see him in order to get him out of the hall. Peeves is too scared of him to stir trouble in his presence, and the poltergeist was a necessity to the prank your friends wanted to play.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You demand with a frown.

"Eavesdropping is a less punishable offence than lying to a poor, heartbroken ghost. I suspect he'll be out to get you now," he says, thoroughly amused by the fear-stricken expression on your face. Would he be? Perhaps you should go apologise to the ghost. Or maybe you should just avoid eating in the Great Hall entirely. Only six months left before you graduate, right?

"So, how did you get out of it?" He presses onwards. He's not shy about following you when you slink off down the hall; long strides keeping him directly beside you. It's a little irritating how insignificant you feel next to him. He just oozes pure confidence at all times. "I'm curious."

"You're just going to snitch," you accuse.

Sirius scoffs. "There's no fun in that."

"If you're trying to persuade me to tell you, you're doing a terrible job," you mutter under your breath. It's hard to ignore him when he's staring directly at you as he walks. God, it's like the hallway just clears to make space for him. Bloody ridiculous.

"You're lying. I think you're very inclined to tell me right now. I can see it in your eyes. You're just holding back because you have this little picture of a rivalry with me and my mates in your head. C'mon. Spill, from one prankster to another."

Rivalry? That's the stupidest thing you've ever heard. You hope he trips while you walk.