The inspiration for this chapter came from a real life crazy experience in my class yesterday. And the source of all the crazy antics were obviously me and my best friend full on in Sirius and Remus mode.

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...History of Magic Class...

Professor Binns is explaining thoroughly about the Salem Witch Trials. Remus is listening with full attention while Sirius is doodling on the back of his parchment.

Sirius: Hey look, this one looks like Argus Filch.

Remus: Shut up and let me concentrate on the lecture.

Sirius (nudging him in the elbow): I won't let you study until you give a genuine compliment on my artistic skills.

Remus (facepalming): Ugh, fine... This looks like your quill got stuck in a cyclone. Very realistic.

Sirius (beaming with joy): Thank you. Now, go on focus on the lesson. Or else, we'll all fail.

Remus (muttering incoherently): Yeah, sure. Why not?

...After five minutes of peace...

Sirius (nudging again): Professor Dumbledore!

Remus (highly flustered): Where?

Sirius (pointing to the parchment): Here, silly.

Remus (clenching his fist): I swear on chocolate, Sirius, if you bother me one more time I'll throw you out of the class.

...Barely three minutes pass...

Sirius (standing up on his chair frantically): Fire in the dungeons! I smell smoke. Fire, fire!

All the class gets dispersed hastily in different directions. Professor Binns too disappears out through the board.

Remus (alarmed): I don't smell any smoke.

Sirius (smirking): Of course you don't. I drew the dungeons on fire. Look,isn't this a masterpiece?

Remus (completely fed up): No wonder your Mum screams down on you like a banshee. I thoroughly sympathize with her.

Sirius (mortally offended): James! Remus is calling you a banshee.

Remus (picks up his books and walks out): Stay right here, Sirius. I'm sending Madam Pomfrey straight away to treat your case of severe brain damage.

Sirius (sighing after Remus has left): This was not the appreciation I asked for, honestly.