“Never, in all of my years of
teaching, have I seen such disobedience! Such disrespect! I cannot believe we
have students like this at one of the greatest schools of wizardry in the
Sirius Black and James Potter
stared at their feet, trying their hardest not to snicker. Their Head of House,
Professor Minerva McGonagall, was so angry that her thin lips had disappeared
in her constant pursing. Her eyes were fiery as they glared menacingly over the
rim of her glasses. She had her hands folded in front of her. Sirius had a
sneaking suspicion that she was trying her hardest to keep from grabbing her
wand and zapping them to oblivion.
“You will both serve detention
tonight and for the rest of the week. Yes, Mr. Potter, that means you have to
skip Quidditch practice. You’ll survive. I’m very sure that the team will
survive as well. Mr. Black, you are to serve detention with me, at the end of
dinner until I see you are ready to leave. Potter,” she said, pausing as she
turned to look at the young boy.
“Professor McGonagall, I am begging
you, you can’t…”
“I’m afraid so, Potter. You will
serve your detention with Professor Tobias in the Potions dungeon. I’m very
sure he’ll have something worked out for you.”
“But, but, Professor!” he cried
in protest. “I can’t serve it with him! He’s awful! He’s got it out for
Gryffindors, you know that!”
She stared down her nose at him.
“Perhaps you should have thought that over before you and Black decided to have
a go at Severus. Breaking someone’s nose is not something I take
lightly. You are both sixteen years old; it’s time to start growing up. You are
Sirius and James exchanged
regretful looks as they departed. They made it out into the hallway in a solemn
silence, neither of them looking up at all.
“So,” Sirius said, breaking
through the rough barrier of silence, an evil grin spreading across his face.
“Shall we use the mirrors?”
James did not share Sirius’
enthusiasm. “No. You know Ol’ Toby. He’s going to be hovering over me the
entire time, it’s best not to use it.”
Sirius’ face fell a little as
well as his spirits. “Well, I wonder what Toby’s going to make you do. You’ll
probably just have to wash cauldrons without magic. McGonagall will most likely
give me homework to do. I hate serving detention with that old bat. She makes
my ruddy hand fall off.”
The two entered the Great Hall
and rejoined their two best friends, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew at the
“So, how bad did was it?” Remus
asked, not looking up from the pumpkin juice he was pouring carefully into his
“Dammit,” James mumbled, running
his hands through his already messy black hair. He took his glasses off and set
them on the table, rubbing his eyes.
“That bad, eh?” Remus piped up,
staring at his friend concernedly.
“Yes,” Sirius joined in. His
friend’s bad mood had gotten him down as well. “I have to serve a week with
McGonagall and he has to serve a week with Tobias.”
“Ooh,” Remus said, scrunching his
face up. “Not good. Not good at all.”
“You can say that again,” James
mumbled, piling food onto his plate. His hazel eyes kept casting furtive
glances toward someone at the other end of the table.
There was a strained silence
between the four friends that night at dinner. Sirius only spoke up once throughout
the entire thing to tell Remus and Peter that he and James had to serve
detention that night as well as the rest of the week. Remus shook his head
slightly and looked back down at his food. Peter wanted to laugh at his
friends’ misfortune, but found the mood too grim to even be able to crack a
Once James was done, he shoved
his plate away from him uninterestedly and stood up. He looked at his friends
and rolled his eyes. “See you later,” he said, walking away.
“Goodnight, James,” Peter called.
He set his empty goblet down and looked at Remus. “Finished yet?”
Remus nodded, closing the book he
had brought to dinner. “I was just waiting for someone else to be finished as
well. Are you, Sirius?”
Sirius shrugged. “Just trying to
put off detention, you know.”
Remus smiled encouragingly,
standing up and shifting the book under his arm. Peter stood up to follow, and
Sirius only scoffed at Remus.
“You are the only person I know
crazy enough to bring books to dinner. Isn’t there enough going on in here to
keep you preoccupied?”
“Not if you have a beastly
Arithmancy test to study for,” he rolled his eyes, waving at Sirius, and
leaving the Great Hall.
Sirius sighed dejectedly,
standing up and tossing his hair back confidently. He was going to make it
through this horrific detention. He threw a look over at the Head Table.
Professor McGonagall was engaged in a spirited conversation with Headmaster
Dumbledore, and not even finished with her dinner.
He knew that if he skived off
detention it would mean fifty points for Gryffindor and something more severe
than simply essay writing. He shook his head and headed to her classroom.
Within the next ten minutes,
McGonagall appeared at the door and she nodded toward Sirius. “Thank you for
showing up, Black. As soon as you get in, I want you seated at the first table.
I will give you a quill and parchment to work with, and the subject matter will
be up to me.”
He nodded, walking in and doing
exactly as she instructed. She gave him a quill and a piece of parchment and
then set up another on the desk opposite him. He frowned curiously. Who else
Just as he was about to open his
mouth and ask, the door to the classroom flew open and a girl walked in. He had
trouble seeing her at first. She was speeding up through the line of desks, her
hair flying in her face. She stopped in front of a crossed looking McGonagall.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Sirius looked at her more
intently. Her voice was quiet and sweet, like the delightful tinkling of a
Christmas bell. She sat down at the table facing Sirius and when he got his
first full on glimpse of her, his breath caught.
She had long, golden blonde hair
that curled slight at the ends. Her sky blue eyes scanned the parchment and
quill pen quickly before looking up at Sirius briefly. He couldn’t help but
smile at her. She had appealing pink lips that stretched into a wide smile. The
color of her skin was cream, much unlike the olive tone to his.
She was magnificent. How had he
never seen this girl before?
He surveyed her cloak. She was
wearing a blue and bronze tie. She was a Ravenclaw. That was how.
“Cassiopeia Reye,” McGonagall
Sirius smiled. Cassiopeia.
Like the constellation.
His smile faded and he looked up
at McGonagall guiltily. She was looking upon them in that oh-so-familiar
“Both of you are here for
defiance of school rules, and therefore, you must pay for your mistakes. You
will write me a three-foot essay on the subject of my choosing, to be reviewed by
me once you are finished. You may not leave until then. You will have a brief
break to use the lavatory every hour, but otherwise, you are not to speak.”
She turned around and grabbed two
enormously thick books. She slammed one down next to Sirius, causing him to
jump out of his daydream. She handed the other to Cassie. She reviewed it
carefully and set it next to her parchment, folding her hands in an almost
Sirius stared at the edge of his
book. He groaned out loud as he read the side.
“Yes, Black. You’re going to
write me an essay about snake breeding.”
“But, Professor, don’t you have
something… more… humane?”
He could have sworn he heard Cassie giggle. McGonagall
only peered down her nose at him haughtily. “This is no laughing matter, Black.
Did you honestly expect that after the stunt you pulled today that I was going
to allow you to study whatever you wish in detention? You are going to write an
essay about snake breeding. Is that clear?”
Sirius stared incredulously at
the book and then back up at McGonagall. His shoulders sagged and he nodded in
“You may begin.”
Sirius picked up his quill and
stared at the book disgustedly for a few seconds, debating whether or not to
open it. He looked up to see Cassie had already delved deep into her essay. She
was also casting secret glances at him every so often.
Finally opening the book, Sirius
grimaced. He couldn’t believe that it was going to take him nearly four hours
to do this essay. With his luck, it would take eight.
When McGonagall calmly told them
they could take a five-minute bathroom break, Sirius set his quill down shakily
and held his cramping hand. It had been the longest hour of his entire life,
but luckily, he’d gotten almost a whole foot of parchment filled. He followed
Cassie out into the hallway and couldn’t help feel the hundreds of thoughts
fill his brain.
Who was she? Why was someone who
looked so sweet in detention? Where had she come from? He should have noticed
her sometime in his six years at Hogwarts, but he’d completely blanked on her
“Sirius Black,” she whispered,
turning to look at him.
His eyes widened for a second and
he shook his head. “Yes? I’m Sirius Black.”
“I’ve heard that name a great
deal,” she said, smiling slyly.
He walked closer to her, dying to
touch her. “Oh? And how is that?”
“Girls talk, you know,” she told
him. “A girl from my house, in our year, said she dated you for a couple weeks.
I know the infamous team of Potter and Black. I’m not daft.”
Normally, hearing such a thing
would make Sirius burst with pride. Potter and Black, infamous throughout the
school of Hogwarts for their ‘good looks and pranks’ as they liked to call it.
But somehow, coming from Cassie’s
mouth, it cheapened the effect. It made him sound like he was just a living
legend, not a real person.
He shrugged. “Oh, well, we’re
trying to tame it a bit.”
She shook her head knowingly at
him. “Sure does sound like it. You’re in detention. Does that prove anything’s
“Well, it’s the first time neither
James or I have looked forward to a detention. I think things are changing.”
They stopped outside the
bathrooms. Cassie shrugged. “You are sixteen. It’s time to start
changing. You can’t be eleven forever,” she finished, disappearing into the
McGonagall had said the same
thing to him not two hours ago, but somehow, coming from Cassie, it made much
more sense. It had a deeper impact. Hell, he didn’t even know this girl. If she
had that affect on him when she had just met him, how would he feel when he’d
known her for longer?
He waited for Cassie outside the
restroom after he was done. He was pleased to see the look of happiness on her
face when she returned to the hallway and saw him waiting for her.
“Why are you waiting out here?
You’ve got an essay to work on.”
“I didn’t want you to walk back
by yourself,” he said, flushing.
“It’s just down the hall, I think
I can manage,” she said, nudging him playfully.
He shrugged. “I was just
wondering… why are you in detention? You don’t seem like the type who…”
She sighed and looked down at her
feet. Whatever she had done, she obviously didn’t want to discuss it. He
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry―”
he stopped abruptly. She had paused in mid step and turned away from him. Her
shoulders were shaking. Sirius couldn’t believe this. She was… she was crying.
“Cassie, what is it? I’m sorry, I
didn’t know…” but he stopped again. She turned around to reveal that she was
laughing. He stepped back from her and stared at her, unsure of what to say or
She waved her hands in front of
her face. “No, no, it’s okay,” she said through her laughs. “It’s not a big
deal,” she said, giggling again.
“Well, what happened?”
She straightened and shook her
head. “Well, see it all started when I was taking this test in Charms. There’s
this really foul boy from my house in there who never does his work and is
just… obnoxious as all get out. But he’s passing the class with better marks
than me. It’s only his ability to suck up to Professor Flitwick that
gets him ahead, I swear it. Anyway, we were in the middle of this really
grueling Charms exam, and I hear this obnoxious prat snoring next to me. So I,
uh,” she started, and began giggling again. “I took my wand out when I was done
and pointed it at him, muttered some charm I’d picked up, and he started
levitating a few feet in the air.”
Sirius’ eyes bugged out. “You did
what?” How ingenious! He hadn’t even thought of something like
“Yeah. I was sick of him
constantly getting good marks for being a dozy cow, so I decided to just… take
him down a few notches.”
“By lifting him up in the air?”
Sirius laughed, the bark of a
laugh that he was known for. “I cannot believe that! What happened?”
“Well, I think the snickering
gave it away. Flitwick turned around and yelled at me. I was the only one in
the entire classroom not laughing, so when he yelled, it startled me and I
broke my concentration. My… er… victim… fell onto the floor and broke
Sirius’ jaw dropped. “Your victim
broke his nose? Well, I guess our victims are probably neighbors in the
Cassie laughed out loud at this.
“Don’t tell me…”
“Severus Snape. We put the Leg
Locker Curse on him and when he fell over, we made it so his robes would never
get untangled. He finally stood up and when Professor McGonagall got over there
to fix the mess, she saw all the blood on the floor and realized his nose had
been broken in the fall. James and I couldn’t stop laughing. She knew it was
us. It was too easy. We always give ourselves away.”
“You’re also known for doing
stuff like that.”
He felt the cold feeling in the
pit of his stomach once again. The feeling that made him feel childish and
stupid. Somehow, he wanted to be more adult around Cassie.
Professor McGonagall stepped out
into the hall and glared at them fiercely. “It’s been six minutes. Get in here
and finish your essays.”
They both immediately obeyed,
walking in and taking their seats once again. Sirius found himself working
doubly hard on his essay for no apparent reason. He was shocked, at the end of
an hour, to find his essay completely finished.
“Finished, are you, Black?”
McGonagall asked amusedly as he stood up to hand her the paper.
“Yes, Professor,” he answered,
walking over to the desk to close his book.
“Before Miss Reye, I see. Don’t
tell me you and your marauding friends are planning another mess of intolerable
Sirius looked up quickly and
stared at the professor for a moment or two. There was no way she could know.
He played it off by sweeping his hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head,
much the way a dog would do, and carrying the heavy book to her desk.
“Whatever gives you that idea?”
She shook her head at him.
“Goodnight, Black. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
No sooner had Sirius sauntered
out the door than it opened once again and Cassie came walking out. He slowed
down to walk with her. She caught up to him fairly fast.
“So, you’re going to be here all
week as well?”
Sirius nodded and his face lit
up. “You’re going to be here?”
She nodded. “Unfortunately. But I
guess it’s all right, you know. At least I’m making a new friend. Goodnight,
Sirius,” she called, touching his shoulder briefly before disappearing down a
Sirius watched her depart as her
words rolled over and over in his brain. It’s all right, you know. At least
I’m making a new friend.
Sirius was not the type of guy
who had girl friends, just platonic friends. He wasn’t sure how to handle it,
but he knew for sure that it was a great thing to have Cassie Reye in his life.
Cassiopeia Reye of Ravenclaw.