Siriusly, I'm Sirius!

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A/N: Hello friends! I know you've all been patiently waiting for me to update, so here it is! This is more of a sneak peak of the next chapter, so expect the full chapter real soon. I decided that I would move on from Jazzy's prank and just skip ahead. I was having horrid writers block, so we'll just see how this works.

Thank you so much for sticking with me on this!

Happy reading!

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It was Breakfast time a week later from Jazzy's revolutionary prank. And the the now very male Sirius Black was angry. There were no mini sausages OR dill pickles any where to be seen on the table! Oh the horror!

"I mean, who do the house elves think they are, not giving the students of Hogwarts what they truly want?! I mean, if the students want pickles and mini sausages GIVE THEM THEIR SAUSAGES! Like honestly, I'm gonna have to have a talk with Tibbey, she isn't living up to her normal standards!" Ranted Sirius furiously.

Jazzy rolled her eyes, tired of Sirius' annoying antics.

After the rather eventful beginning to the day a week before, the rest of that had gone by completely uneventfully.

Jazzy had had enough of pranking. She was tired, and just wanted to go to sleep, therefore, she let Sirius off the hook, grudgingly tossing him the antidote for the potion she had used. Syree had turned back into Sirius by morning. Sigh.

Sirius and Jazzy hadn't really communicated too much since that earth-shattering day, and Sirius didn't mind one bit. He had other matters to deal with, such as shagging girls and playing pranks and eating lots of food. Jazzy really wasn't really a priority. In fact, she didn't even make it onto his list of important things!

Of course, Jazzy was the same. Good riddance Sirius. She thought she was done with his troublesome ways for good until that fateful Wednesday, at about noonish. Jazzy would always remember that day as bright and clear, one of those days that seemed to be stiff, and far too perfect. Perfect clouds, perfect amount of wind, perfect temperature. Just too much perfect.

Sirius had been ranting for quite some time about the absence of pickles and mini sausages before he finally turned to Jazzy.

"What do you think bubby?"

This caught Jazzy off guard.

"Pardon me?"

Sirius' eyes widened in exasperation. "I asked you if you agreed with me that the house elves should stop lazing around on their scrawny little asses, and bring us students what we desire!"

Jazzy gasped. "SIRIUS!"

"What?"

"You should NOT talk about the little people that put meals on your plate for you every day in such a way! You are very ungrateful Sirius! They go out of their way to keep you healthy and well. They deserve more then that, don't they?" Exclaimed Jazzy, wanting to voice her opinion, just not in a hostile way.

Sirius rolled his eyeballs. "Summer, the house elves are inferior to us!"

"Not true! We should treat them as equals, that is-"

"NO Summer. No. You're just too nice. Far too nice." Sirius accused, his face scrunching up disgustedly as if being a pleasant person was a horridly unspeakable crime.

Jazzy was disgraced. She shook her head, stabbing her fork into a piece of chicken, and blatantly ignoring Sirius. She felt that if she didn't have anything nice to say, she shouldn't say anything at all.

"Well Anywhoozle, Jazzy, I have a proposal for you. Not a marriage kind of proposal, but the other kind." Sirius informed Jazzy, turning towards her all business like. Oh no. This couldn't be good.