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[scorching_black]

Sirius at a booth!

Plotting Something.

Possibly just because it's his last year at Hogwarts and he wants to go out with a bang. At any rate, it's probably safest for everyone if he's interrupted.

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[firstpotter]

"Do I get to help or should I remain safely out of sight?"

[scorching_black]

Sirius grins wickedly at his best friend. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you out, dear Prongs," he says, and shows James what he's doing.

Ever hear the expression 'when pigs fly'?

Sirius is going to launch a flock of them over Hogwarts the day they graduate.

[firstpotter]

"I never know whether to be frightened of you or...to be frightened of you, really," James replies blandly, duly impressed.

[scorching_black]

"Father always said I would be a real wizard when pigs flew," Sirius says, equally blandly. "This is my final kiss-off to the family, as it were."

[not_the_lion]

And here's his (other?) not-exactly-brother, who's recently thought up some dinner. (This cooking thing is not as easy as Peter made it look; fortunately, he's got a fast way to make up for it until he gets better.)
"...You've got that look. You need a distraction before you doom us all."

[scorching_black]

"'Doom us all?'" Sirius beams. "Why, Regulus, you flatter me. I'm only dooming a very small group of 'us,' as it happens."

[not_the_lion]

Oh, but when Sirius puts his mind to it, he does a significant amount of damage. It's just as well for everyone that he didn't take after the rest of the family.
...Granted, the same could be said for Regulus, what with that masterminding-a-revolution thing.
"The usual small group, or a different one?"

[scorching_black]

"I plan to unleash a flock of flying pigs at our graduation ceremony."

Sirius is nothing if not creative.