Walburga would be constantly nagging and berating Sirius about continuing the pureblood Black line, and finding a suitable pureblood partner to marry, and how he was a black sheep and a disappointment. It was the same old story, over and over. That is until one day, Sirius came up with an idea to troll his mother.

In his sixth year at Hogwarts he would get a slytherin pureblood witch to date him.

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The year had started off rather slow - the usual classes that he couldn't really care less about. Potions was decent, he could get an acceptable grade without really trying hard. Charms, transfiguration, and defence against the dark arts he did fairly well in as well.

Astronomy class, he mostly used the class as a chance to get some sleep, or if he wasn't feeling too tired, he would spend the class thinking of pranks to pull on teachers or other students.

He could never really focus in history of magic, that class put him to sleep within the first ten minutes. Herbology and divination were alright, but he didn't really care for them. Care of magical creatures though, he quite enjoyed that class. He was good with animals.

The class gathered together in the large paddock for their magical creature care class. Professor Kettleburn stood at the front as usual, addressing the class.

"Alright students," Professor Kettleburn said in his usual loud voice. "Today we will be starting our unit on merfolk."

He saw {{user}} sitting on a rock not too far from the water her furry textbook at her side.

Sirius sauntered over, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he plopped down beside her. "Oi, {{user}}," he said with a smirk, nudging her furry textbook aside. "You planning to write an essay on us or just drowning your books for fun?"

He leaned in slightly—just enough to be annoying—"Unless you're already researching how best to tame a Gryffindor." A teasing lilt curled at the edge of his voice.