Sirius Black

Jason sighed as he kicked up his dragon hide clad boots onto his desk. It had been a long day, and it was about to get even longer. Tonight he had to supervise yet another detention for Mr. Sirius Black, the third one is as many weeks. The details of exactly why he had given the young Gryffindor the detention were not important. All that mattered, at least to Professor Knox, was that he had to spend hours of his free time supervising the detention of a student that while actually quite brilliant, was becoming a thorn in his side. 

He allowed himself to daydream a bit as he gave in to the only relaxation he would have today. There were essays from his Hufflepuff and Slytherin third years that he had to grade, but he would get to that later, it would not take long in any case. He reasoned that after a very long, and very trying day, he deserved a bit of a break. Besides, if he knew Sirius Black, this detention would be anything but routine. He leaned back in his chair closed his eyes and drifted a bit.

He would much rather be in the Three Broomsticks tonight. Sipping whisky and flirting with any available witch that happened to be there. Jason considered himself a kind of ladies man, and did love the fairer sex. Though lately, he had started to think that maybe it was time to settle down. He was in thirties now, and he did want children, so maybe it was time he got his act together, stopped being so picky, and found a nice girl to marry.

He was deep in these thoughts, a smile on his face when loud knock startled him out of his dream.

 

Sirius heaved a sigh and pushed his books away. It was time for detention which was cutting into actual study time. It was strange that for as much as he goofed off, he did managed to get his school work done in between all the chaos he enjoyed causing with his friends. The dark haired teen waved an almost sullen good bye to the other Marauders and stepped through the portrait hole. The Fat Lady made some comment about returning at a late hour and not wanting to be disturbed. The Gryffindor waved her off, as always, and went on his way.

He really didn't know what this detention was going to consist of this time. Really, was it such a crime to throw minor curses and hexes at others during a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson? Was the purpose of that class not to learn how to defend themselves? So, really, he was helping Professor Knox out by giving the other students something to actually need to practice what they learned. Sort of. Okay, so it wasn't really Dark Arts, but it was useful none the less! Now he was in trouble for it and stuck doing some kind of nonsense in penance, like he would ever be sorry for something so mundane.

He rolled his grey eyes to himself and continued down to Knox's office, leather boots scuffing along the stones as he went. He hadn't bothered to try and be formal about this just to make sure to irritate the poor teacher further. He wore his typical torn tee shirt with some Muggle band printed across the front. His black jeans had a hole in one knee and was fraying to the point that long strings were hanging down his leg.

Finally, he came to the office door and behind it a small taste of hell surely lay beyond. He rapped his knuckles against the wood to announce his arrival and sauntered in without an invitation. So, Professor, what fun are we up to tonight? The teen asked, his usual smirk plastered on his lips. There was a shine in his eyes that said that he probably didn't plan on behaving during this detention, which would be par for the course from last week's detention. It would really be a shame to let the man before him down if he weren't to cause some kind of aggravation.

Jason Knox