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Friday, September 9th, 1977.
The day had finally come: Archer and Sirius' first of many detentions together. Fucking hell.
Don't get him wrong, he had been grateful—and still was—that Sirius had talked to Kingston and managed to convince him to shorten the amount of their detentions, but now, as he headed to Kingston's office, Archer couldn't help but feel frustrated. Whether he was frustrated at Kingston, Sirius, or himself... he didn't know. Kingston had given them detentions for the stupidest reason, but then again, it was Sirius and Archer's fault for talking back to him and refusing to work together. But, as Archer thought back to that moment, his memory was foggy... had Sirius refused to work with him, or had the grievance just been on Archer's end?
Archer had also made the mistake of forgetting to ask Kingston what they'd be doing in detention, so he had no idea what to expect. He was walking in blind. There had been rumours that Kingston's detentions were downright horrid... Archer hoped that wasn't the case for his detentions.
All in all, he was not looking forward to it. Could you blame him, though? It was detention.
As he got closer to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, he spotted someone doing the same but from the opposite direction. It didn't take him long to recognise who it was—who else would be missing dinner to hang around the DADA classroom? Sirius Black, of course.
"Hey, Arch," Sirius said as they got closer, smiling at him with that award-winning smile of his.
Archer swallowed the lump in his throat. "It's Archer."
