Detention with the Professor. [Sirius/Raine]

Sirius had what you’d call a selective memory. He actually remembered things very well; it made him a very quick learner. There were just certain things that he didn’t care enough about to remember. It went well with his selective hearing, both of which were in play as he sat in his Ancient Runes lesson. As far as Sirius was concerned, there wasn’t even a lesson going on; he had an uncanny ability to tune out voices. He was fiddling with his wand in his hands, thinking about some spells he had come across and how to put them to use. He did, however, pay Professor Sage a glance as he heard his name in a lecture: apparently she was explaining some assignment that he wasn’t going to do, and if he was, he would probably do something offensive and get that zero anyway. So why bother?

Sirius was slow to get up when the bell rang, in no real hurry to get to lunch. He casually gathered his things and headed out the door at the tail end of the line leaving, becoming aware that the professor, too, was leaving. Sudden inspiration struck him and, acting on impulse, he turned into the nearest offshoot hallway without missing a beat, lingered in the darkness till the crowd had passed, and then doubled back. A quick spell later and the door to the Ancient Runes classroom was unlocked again, and he set to work immediately. Some quick wandwork and he was fairly certain his charm to give Professor Sage’s door a voice would work; however, before he got the chance to test it out, he heard footsteps approaching. Swearing under his breath, he whipped James’s invisibility cloak out from his pocket and draped it over himself, diving out of the way all in an instant before the door opened.

Luckily, the professor went straight for the door he’d just enchanted, and to his pleasure it worked, screaming with a deafening volume and scaring the daylights out of professor Sage. Unfortunately, his amusement didn’t last long as he felt a sharp heel dig into his foot, causing him to yelp like a dog whose tail had just been trodden on. Immediately he bit his lip and rolled his eyes to himself, knowing his cover had just been blown, and seconds later the Invisibility Cloak was pulled off of his body.

His eyes followed the cloak as he stood, and her triumphant voice began her tirade. Sirius, at least, paid somewhat attention to this one. He gave a grim, sarcastic smile to match hers, clearly not amused by her dramatization of the whole thing. “Have you considered acting lessons?” he said, slightly spitefully. It’s not like he was unaccustomed to receiving detentions, even from the infamous professor Sage. Sure, they weren’t desirable, but it was all in a day’s work. There never really was a point to them anyway; weren’t they meant to teach him something? To be good, and follow the rules? If it hadn’t worked so far, nothing would.

“Professor Sage, you know there’s nothing I’d rather do than spend my night in detention with you,” Sirius said, hands innocently folded behind his back, in what could be a charming and polite voice, but the sarcasm in this case was blindingly evident. She was far from his favorite teacher. Some of the others actually liked him, even though they grew annoyed with his antics; he still had his wit on his side, and many were forced to like him even if they wished they didn’t. “So what lesson am I supposed to learn this time, which we all know I will not?” he asked casually.

For once in his life, Sirius was very prompt. He had no intention to make a good impression, or to accept the consequences of his own actions; honestly, and he had no trouble admitting it, he would have skipped. Unfortunately, there was a little snag in that he had successfully had his best friend's family cloak taken from him, and he owed it to James to get it back as soon as possible. And thus, Sirius arrived at Professor Sage's classroom, bitter, irritated, but on time.

"Good evening," he said a little coolly as he entered. She, however, seemed to not want to waste any time with the small talk and immediately began instructing him on his task for the evening. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say how much he didn't care about the class, except she beat him to it. No, he really didn't care. He took Ancient Runes because he thought it could be kind of cool at times, but homework and attendance were something that were done on his own time. Plus, it was well paired with his favorite class so it'd be good to have a little knowledge. Or, in Sirius's case, a lot of knowledge, that could be a lot more if he made an effort. Sirius's intelligence was a natural-born gift, it was absolutely something he took for granted; to him, it was nothing more than another bragging point. "You know, as wonderful as that sounds, I'd prefer to continue letting people think they're smarter than me just because a letter on a sheet of parchment says so."

And as she went on to explain that he was to complete his missing work, he sighed and rolled his eyes noticeably once again, even though he had suspected where she was going with that. His motivation to do any of those assignments was nonexistent at the moment. "Right... that assignment from this morning... which was what again?" he said, not having been paying much attention at the time. However, the string of conversation was interrupted as the door banged open and he was suddenly engulfed in a whirlwind of chaos by none other than Peeves.

Sirius's eyes widened, but other than that he showed little evidence that he was alarmed by the poltergeist's sudden appearance. In fact, there was a slight calm in his demeanor as he watched Raine scream at Peeves, as he flew into her office, and then flew back out... and then was kicked forcefully into the ceiling. At this point an amused smile sneaked onto his face. By the time he flew out in the room and the two of them had the time to take in the surroundings, his traditional glowing smile had completely emerged. "Good one, Professor," he said in an impressed voice. "I'd give it a... 7.5 out of ten. Maybe an 8, if I'm feeling generous."

Sirius opened his mouth to inform the Professor that the cloak was not actually his, but promptly shut it again when he realized it didn't matter. Instead he merely said, "that's good. and I get it back as soon as I'm done here?" he questioned just to clarify. It was the whole reason he was here, so he'd make damn sure he didn't waste his time on a technicality.

His amusement at Peeve's antics did not last for long, as Raine now proposed a set of options for him, both of which sounded equally as undesirable. He raised his eyebrows at the newer choice, and a cloud of confusion formed in his eyes as she added that it would have to be done without magic. "How the hell do you clean this without magic?" he questioned. He knew there must be a way, because Muggles had to do it somehow, but he never had to know. When he was very young, his parents cleaned up after him, but that didn't last long. Fortunately for him he'd abuse the privilege of having a house-elf, and at school, well, he always liked making the caretaker's job miserable. He had absolutely no experience with the matter. "Whatever. I don't want to find out. Run those assignments by me again, prof," he said as he flung himself into the nearest desk. With a quick wave of his wand, a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink soared through the air until they landed on his desk. His brown eyes looked unenthusiastically through his messy hair at her awaiting her response.