Sirius Black wasn’t really sure why school is still legal as he departed his second to last class of the day. All they do is torture you for countless hours a week and try to shove useless knowledge into your head. Don’t even get him started on tests, they don’t prove anything. Sirius and the rest of the Marauders (besides Remus) were living proof of that. Students like Lily Evans and Remus study their arse off for hours per test and only get a few more points than Sirius who doesn’t study at all. It doesn’t make any sense at all.

Not only are the classes completely pointless, all of the other students who don’t have a Marauders Map are screwed. They only have the castle and the grounds to wander about. Let’s be honest, two a first or second year, maybe even a third year the castle and the grounds is more than enough area to explore. To them the castle is huge by itself, not even looking out at the acres of green grass, forests, and the lake. However, once you get to fourth, fifth, and sixth year you want a little more from Hogwarts. Good thing the Marauders know how to get to Hogsmeade whenever they want, otherwise Sirius would go crazy.

Of course the teachers or the headmaster would never go for any of this. Professor Dumbledore is usually a pretty nice fellow, he listens when you have an issue with something. However, Sirius is pretty sure that he wouldn’t be too fond of a student telling him that school is too much like jail to remain legal for very long. So all Sirius can do for two more years is grin and bear it and try to get a good job after he leaves Hogwarts. He wasn’t too worried about that though, he has a good number of O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s should be a breeze.

Speaking of grinning and bear it, currently this sixth year is sitting in the back row of some unnamed classroom listening to the professor drone on about something silly. Sirius doesn’t even keep track of which classes he goes to and win these days. He just memorizes where in the castle he should go on which days so he doesn’t get a detention for something stupid like skipping class. Detentions are rarely ever deserved and if Sirius as going to get one of those he needed to make it count. Sirius would consult with James later to see what their next prank should be. It had been a while since an infamous Marauder prank had been pulled and Sirius was itching to cause some trouble.

Steel grey eyes were fixated on the parchment in front of him that had writing appear on it like an invisible hand was writing it. Glancing around the classroom he saw his best mate James Potter grinning at him. Sirius averted his eyes from James back to the parchment in front of him. These days James and Sirius seemed to get in trouble just for looking at each other, which is why they were placed across the classroom from each other. He glanced back down at the parchment on the desk with the inked words James had sent still gleaming. The words brought a grin to Sirius’s face as his eyes flicked over the few sentences. He was about to send something back to James when he felt eyes on him. Looking up Sirius quickly spotted the professor glaring at him. Not needing another detention that day, he had already received two for stupid reasons, this sixth year slumped back down into his seat to avoid any more trouble.

When he was finally let out of the classroom, Sirius bolted for the door leading to the grounds. The sun had been shining into the all of the classrooms he had been in today and Sirius could not wait to get outside and enjoy the nice day. He headed to the Marauder’s favorite spot on the grounds, the giant tree by the lack. Plopping his tall frame down on the ground, Sirius rested his head against the tree trunk. His bag fell to the ground before his body even hit, books leaking out slightly. Sirius didn’t seem to notice though as his eyes surveyed the grounds now littered with students.

Sirius loved the sunny, warm weather. Not only was it nice to stay outside instead of inside and soak up the sun, most of the older, female students tried to get away with rolling up their skirts a little and unbuttoning fewer buttons. Trust him when he said that Sirius did not mind at all. His eyes scanned over and halted on a group of fifth year Ravenclaws seated about ten yards away from him. He stared at them for a bit until they noticed he was there, just like he wanted. He continued to stare for a moment or two longer; the girls always looked away first. After he achieved that, Sirius ran a hand through his raven black mane ruffling it up a little. He heard a faint giggle from the direction where the girls were causing a grin to creep onto his face. Sirius loved knowing his little tactics were successful, it is what made him the notorious Sirius Black.

This is where Sirius was stuck. It was a common fact that on Fridays after class the Marauders met outside under this tree. However, Sirius really wanted to go over to the girls and try to snag some action or something at least. Trying to flip his bangs out of his face Sirius ended up smacking his head into the tree trunk behind him. Multiple colorful words escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his head. Looking around over the grounds, he still did not see a single Marauder. Another sigh slipped out of his mouth as he carefully leaned back against the truck. Whoever approached Sirius first would get his undivided attention. Was it wrong that he hoped it wasn’t his best friends?