I woke up.
Soaking wet.
"OH MY GOSH, REALLY BLACK?" I screamed, jumping up and staring at my soaking clothes.
He smirked at me.
"I cannot believe you," I huffed, glaring at him.
He just smirked that stupid smirk again and walked off.
"YEAH, THANKS FOR THE HELP!" I yelled sarcastically.
He waved at me over his shoulder, leaving me. Alone. Soaking wet.
I grinned and sat on his bed, rolling all over it, so that the water got on it. I smiled at my work and skipped to the bathroom, considerably happier. I got dressed, brushed my hair, did all the things girls do, and left for breakfast.
I barely had enough time to scarf down some bacon and eggs before it was time for classes.
"You could've at least woken me up earlier so I didn't have to eat like a dog," I grumbled, glaring at him.
He beamed.
"Where would the fun be in that?"
I narrowed my eyes and turned to Professor McGonagall, who had just walked into the classroom during Sirius and I's bickering.
"Ms. Dumbledore, Mr. Black, do you need to move seats?"
I nodded frantically, standing up.
"I'll move!" I said eagerly.
She raised an eyebrow as I stumbled my way to the back row, beaming.
As McGonagall began the lesson, I turned to the girl next to me.
"Hi, I'm Gracelyn Dumbledore."
She looked at me and grinned.
"Alexandra Stryker, but you can call me Lexi or Lex."
I nodded.
She had long, wavy black hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin, and was pretty short.
"MISS DUMBLEDORE!"
I yelped and jumped, turning to look at McGonagall with wide-eyes.
"Goodness, Minnie! You scared me!" I gasped, clutching my chest.
"It's on the other side,"
I quickly switched sides, causing the class to snicker.
I beamed at McGonagall. She sighed and shook her head.
"Miss Dumbledore, please turn your rat into a tissue-box."
I huffed and waved my wand.
"You're going to take someone's eye out!"
I beamed at James.
"I was hoping to take out Sirius'."
He rolled his eyes and smiled, while Sirius gasped.
"You wouldn't!"
I smirked.
"Try me."
Right then the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Sirius practically apparated, he was running so fast. I would have thought he did apparate, but he tripped over one of the desks. I laughed and, as I was leaving, stepped over his body.
He was pretending to be dead, eyes closed, tongue stuck out. I rolled my eyes and picked up a tissue from a tissue box, and stuck it in his mouth.
He spluttered, spitting it out as I ran, laughing, to History of Magic.
Sirius came in a few minutes later, and when he stuck his tongue out at me, I still saw some little flecks of tissue paper still in his mouth.
I grinned at him. He rolled his eyes at me and sat down next to James. I huffed and turned to Professor Binns, who, in my opinion, shouldn't even be a teacher. I mean, who hires a ghost to teach a bunch of fifteen year old magical people?
Apparently Dumbledore does.
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Short chapter, because I'm tired and out of ideas!