𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Six: Owl Post Again

‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ ･⋆✵⋆･ ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾

Sirius's first thought when he woke up the next morning was, Merlin's pants! I need to write to Mum and Dad or it'll get suspicious.

He didn't want to write that letter because he wouldn't even know what to put in it. But he knew he better figure it out soon.

Sirius rummaged through his trunk as noiselessly as possible so as not to wake the others and pulled out a quill and parchment. He descended the straits to the common room, sat at one of the rickety armchairs by the now dead fire and . . . stared at the parchment. What to write?

There was a mountain of crumbled parchment in the fireplace by the time Sirius laid out the final draft of his letter to let the ink dry. It read:

There was the right amount of flattery in this letter so Sirius hoped there won't be anything on the Daily Prophet about Walburga Black dying of heart failure after she reads the last part.

Sirius pushed the portrait of the Fat Lady aside and climbed out of the portrait hole to find Zephyr in the Owlery.

"Take this to Mother and don't wait for a reply." he told Zephyr as he tied the letter to her leg and gave her some owl treats for the journey. She gave a grateful hoot and took off into the sunrise.

Sirius was just a few paces out of the Owlery when he had a nasty surprise in the form of the Hogwarts Castle caretaker.

"Why are you out of bed so early?" snarled Filch, his jowls quivering.

"Visiting the Owlery." Sirius said as politely as he could.

"Why?"

Sirius resisted the urge to ask Do you happen to be recipient of this this year's Stupidest Person Alive award? "Had to send a letter." he said instead.

"You haven't been ordering dungbombs from that accursed joke shop, have you?" Filch spat.

"I guess we'll know soon enough." Sirius said just to piss him off and sprinted off in the other direction. A little detour was worth getting away from Filch.

"Where were you, mate?" said James. Everyone was up and changing into their robes when Sirius returned to the dormitory.

"Just had something to do."

"Well. Change quickly. We still have to eat something and go through another day of class." grumbled James.

First class of the day was Charms. Little Professor Filtwick welcomed them with a heartwarming speech. After that he dealt out light things like feathers and scraps of papers.

"Given this is our first class," he squeaked, perched on his pile of books, "we'll start with a very simple Flotation Charm. Before we start with the actual spells, I would like all of you to take out your wands and practice the wrist movement."