Mischief Managed: Potions, Provocations, and Polyjuice
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Sirius Black lounged in his chair, twirling his wand in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips as Valentina Mikaelson entered the potions lab.
"Now the fun begins," Sirius whispered as he elbowed James in the ribs, who had started dozing off on the desk.
"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Mikaelson, gracing us with her presence," Sirius drawled, shooting her a big welcoming smile.
Valentina shot him a frosty glare, but Sirius only chuckled. The prospect of getting under her skin was too tempting to resist.
Sirius knew that if he had any chance of wooing Valentina, he had to get her alone. Now getting the intimidating, elegant, mystical, and elite Slytherin Queen alone was a challenging task, especially when the said Slytherin talks to nobody but her inner circle. But challenging wasn't something that intimidated Sirius. In fact, it made it much more worthwhile.
Getting her detention by stealing her wand as she was distracted with Molnar's disfigured owl had been one of Potter's brilliant ideas. Sirius had borrowed James' cloak, slid under desks until he had positioned himself in front of the Slytherin girls' desks. When he returned with the wand, he had gotten to work transfiguring the 100 or so cups Peter had conjured. Moony had chosen not to participate and had given them a few initial warnings before resigning himself to the Advanced Transfiguration Textbook. Prongs had applied a singing spell to each owl and ingrained the French ballad into their heads as he set them free.
A perfectly executed plan. As always.
Now Mikaelson was trapped for the next two hours in a classroom with Sirius.
Ideally, Sirius would have liked not to have James in close proximity while carrying out such a delicate task, but an audience to him carrying out the impossible acted as a good enough consolation.
Valentina seated herself on the opposite side of the classroom, as far as she could from Sirius and James.
With an exaggerated sigh, he dramatically clutched his chest as if pulling a metaphorical knife from his heart, howling in pain, garnering the attention of his fellow detainees.
"Oh, Prongs, my dear friend, you wouldn't believe the agony I'm enduring," Sirius declared with mock solemnity, extracting an invisible dagger with flair.
James, playing along, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What happened, Padfoot? Trouble in paradise?"
Sirius let out a theatrical groan, feigning the weight of unspoken sorrow. "Mrs. Malfoy is giving me the cold shoulder. Can you believe it? The woman is breaking my heart. I may never recover from such a tragic betrayal."
Valentina's face showed not a sign of faltering as she continued her icy stare at him.
Professor Slughorn entered the potions classroom with the gentle sway of robes and a jovial smile that could rival the gleam of a polished cauldron. The students, already seated at their respective tables, looked up as he clasped his hands together, his eyes twinkling behind the round lenses of his spectacles.
