Siriusly, I'm Sirius!

Some Suffocating Gerbils

A/N: THAT GORGEOUS HUNK OF MAN over there my friends, is none other than Mr. Sirius black.

Some Suffocating Gerbils

The Great Hall was filled with it's normal buzzing chatter early on the first Tuesday morning in October. The ceiling was a dreary grey with a hint of lightning, but Jazzy's mood didn't match.

"Marley, there's corn pops on the menu today!" squealed Jazzy excitedly when she saw the vivid yellow box filled with sugary goodness on the gleaming mahogany Gryffindor table.

"Oh goody, even more food that will rot your teeth!" exclaimed Marlene, or Marley, with an exasperated look on her pale face.

"Well, honestly," sighed Jazzy. "Corn pops are my favorite breakfast food in the whole entire universe!"

While Marlene and Jazzy dug into their breakfast, they didn't notice that four pairs of eyes were turned their way.

Those eyes belonged to the four mischief makers of Hogwarts, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Whenever something even remotely recognized as a prank would occur, it would immediately be traced back to these four troublesome boys.

Well, my friends, you're probably wondering why those boys were staring at Marlene and Jazzy. The reason was simply that Jazzy was the target of their next prank.

Of course, Remus, being Remus, and a very good friend of Jazzy, was completely against the new idea for a prank, but James and Sirius, being James and Sirius, completely ignored their werewolf pal.

"I mean, she's so clumsy anyway, that it won't really matter!" concluded James, throwing his head back, laughing evilly.

"Hey! I bet I can do a Better evil laugh than you!" claimed Sirius, smiling excitedly.

"Okay, gimme your best Padfoot old buddy!" replied James, rubbing his hands together manically.

"Oh you'll never know what hit you!" Sirius said. Then, he took a deep breath, threw back his shaggy head of hair and let out the most evil, bone rattling, earth shattering, ground quacking laugh he had ever released.

The great hall had gone silent. Each and every head in the great hall turned towards Sirius.

You could've heard a pin drop, until the musical sound of Jazzy's laughter filled the hall, capturing everyone's attention instead.

Jazzy had thought that Sirius's laugh was hilarious, and didn't care if now everyone was staring at her like she was a psycho.

After a little while, the Hogwartians got bored and went back to their food.

"Jazzy, did you seriously have to laugh like that?" groaned Marlene, face palming herself, being one who did not particularly enjoy attention.

"Why yes. Yes I did!" replied Jazzy, beaming. "Anyways, what do we have today?"

"Uhh...I'll get my schedule, just a sec..." as Marlene rummaged through her canvas bag, Jazzy noticed a certain Sirius Black strutting over towards her, a smirk playing on his flawless face. His deep blue eyes that had girls entranced all over Hogwarts were sparkling with mischief, and his shaggy black hair hung lazily across his perfect face. Jazzy had never really gotten into the gossip surrounding the dashing Sirius Black, but his reputation with girls wasn't that great. Therefore, Jazzy had another reason to avoid him and his Marauders. (Well, other than Remus.)

"Hey Summer," Sirius started in his gruff voice, "I was just wondering if you could be a DEAR and take my book back to the library for me."

Jazzy was shocked. Sirius had a pair of fine, working legs! She didn't see why she, of all people, had to act as his pack mule.

"Name one good reason why I should." Jazzy retorted, folding her arms across her chest.

"Because you are simply fabulicious my friend! You gotta take this book over to old Pincers over there," Sirius stated, winking at Jazzy. Jazzy, still a little stunned and confused said, "But why on earth can't you get off your lazy bum and do it yourself?"

Sirius was surprised. There had never been a girl this resistant to his charm and dashingly good looks. But, this is SIRIUS BLACK we're talking about. And Blacks ALWAYS get what they want.

"Oh come ON Summer! I'm just asking for one TINY little favor, and you immediately turn it down! And here I was, thinking you were most probably the nicest girl in the hall..."

Jazzy glared. It was apparent that Sirius was trying to manipulate her with his charm, but she didn't see the point in refusing him. She might as well be kind, and do a good deed for a soul in need.

"Okay. Hand the book over."

Sirius smirked. Perfect.

"Oh and, that evil laugh of your was quite extraordinary! You totally should teach me how! Because honestly, my evil laugh sounds like a suffocating gerbil..."

Sirius smiled. Jazzy was quite the character.

"Fine. But ONLY IF you pretend that your Pipi Longstockings in front of the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

"Umm...okayyy?"

"GREAT! See you later!"

And Jazzy was left standing there with a book about how to cook Pygmy Puff stew. Huh.