The Company of... Sirius?

Sirius: *Squeals like a little boy* Owwwwwwwwwwww, why did you do that?

Remus: For one thing that song is really annoying, and for another, WE DO NOT LIVE IN A BLOODY NEIGHBORHOOD!!!

Sirius: OK... maybe I should write this down, *searches in his bag for a minute, pulls out a piece of parchment, and writes in big letters: NOTICE R. LUPIN IN BAD MOOD TODAY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Then he tapes it on to the back of Remus's robe* There we go!

James: You have some serious problems, Sirius.

Sirius: You think I have problems, at least I am not a FOUL! *Starts laughing in fits of hysteria at his own joke*

James: That wasn't funny, mate.

*Florence and Lily whisper about something, and in an instant they seemed to have come to an agreement as they nodded their heads in unison*

Lily: Hey Peter, you should do cartwheels all the way to the Great Hall. *All except Peter nod in agreement*

Peter: Oh sure! Have me be your entertainment! You guys are so cheap!

James: *Looks confused and shoots a look at Sirius* So you won't do cartwheels?

Peter: No, I will not do cartwheels!

Sirius: Maybe I should make a sign for Peter too...

All except Sirius: Nooooooo!

Sirius: Or maybe not. *Hits James in the head with his daytime Astronomy book*

James: *Hits Sirius at the same time with Remus's potions book*

James and Sirius: Oh, look at the pretty birdies.

Florence: I guess great minds think alike.

In a twinkle of an eye the pair woke up, and they finally made it to the Great Hall for the most important meal of the day! And as they walked in they are met with a tremendous applause.

Sirius: *bowed*

Professor McGonagall: Sit down Mister Black!

They all sat down, talking idly for about five minutes until Aeliope Congret stood up on the bench of one of the Hufflepuff table and tapped her glass which was filled with back wash and orange juice. Ewww.

Aeliope: I have an announcement to make *looks up at Professor Dumbledore for the go ahead*

Dumbledore: *nods back patiently*

Aeliope: *nods again nervously*

Dumbledore: *nods back again*

Aeliope: *nods back once more for reassurance*

Dumbledore: *nods irritatedly* you may continue Ms. Congret.

Aeliope: Yes, of course, well as most of you know I am muggle-born and plan on running a radio and satellite company.

Everyone: *Nods knowing this was going to be extremely boring*

Aeliope: Well, as to express my undying love for him....

Everyone: *Perks up, thinking it might get interesting*

Aeliope: I will name my company... Sirius.

The hall went quite until yes, you knew it was coming.

Sirius: Will I be getting any money out of this?

The whole hall burst out laughing.

Aeliope: And Sirius I know you will never love me like I love you, because I know you go for the tall blondes with blue eyes and great legs *looking directly at Florence* I'm ok with that because I am me and that is all I can be.

Sirius: O.K.?

Florence to Lily: Well that was interesting... I think.

James: *in between fits of laughter* Better be careful Flore, or you might lose Sirius here to Frizilla.

Lily: *Looks at James in annoyance* is that the best you can do? Frizilla? What about Frizful, Frizzy, Frizgetful, Friz-needs to brush more?

Sirius: Or here is a song

Lily, James, Peter, Remus, and Florence: Oh no.

Sirius: All I want for Christmas is de-frizefier, a de-frizefier, or a big brush.

All that heard Sirius: *burst out laughing*

Remus: You know who would make a good couple?

All: Who?

Remus: Snape and Frizilla.

All: Ewwwww. *As they gagged*

Remus: You're right no one deserves Snape, not even Ms. Frizzy.