(づ。◕ヮ◕。)づ ❤ cuddles please ❤ 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts
“Seems to me like this would be of more use if we were doing something practical with it,” grumbled Sirius, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
He furrowed his brow as his quill scratched across the parchment that held his Defense Against the Dark Arts notes. Notes, notes, notes, and all Sirius wanted to do was fight something, you know? But no, just writing.
“I’d think you’d be glad for no imminent danger,” remarked Remus, casting a sidelong glance at the boy.
Sirius scoffed playfully at his friend. “Look who’s talking. You are the danger, Moony!”
“So they say.”
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