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Your all useless, evil pieces of shit who deserve to rot away in azkaban!" The substitute teacher yells a scowl covering her face
"Oh fuck off." I mutter under my breath
"What was that Mr Black?"
"Oh I told you to fuck off." a loud gasps travelled their way through the room. I caused scenes a lot why anyone was suprised I said something is beyond me.
"How dare you speak such words in my class!" Her voice was slowly rising again back to how it was when she was screaming at the class as a whole
"Yeah, yeah, yeah shut it. You don't get to come 'round here with your annoying arse opinions and splotchy spray tan and think it matters to us what you think, and last time I checked this wasn't your classroom. It's Slughorns." I responded, oh how amusing it is to turn obnoxious people speechless. "What? Have a knocked you speechless? Don't know what to say?" I smirked as she stumbled over her words. Serves her right, she shouldn't have insulted my house. It took her a minute before she finally screeched out the words I expected. They were always the same few words:
"COMPLIANCE! MCGONAGALL'S CLASSROOM! NOW" I had to stifle a laugh as I watched her face turn beet red.
"BYE BITCHES" I yell as I walk out of the classroom sticking two fingers up (where I live it means fuck off just less intense than the middle finger) knowing I had pissed her off made my day significantly better.
Or I did until I got to McGonagall's class.
I swing large door open revealing a class of 6th years and McGonagall herself.
"Hiya darling" I said walking up the center of the classroom. Apparently when I walk it's more of a high heel strut that makes my arse shake and look sexy. Whatever the fuck that means.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of having the Regulus Arcturus Black in my class?" She says grinning at me
"Compliance as always." I roll my eyes playfully, resting my palm on the back of my neck and tilting my head with a lopsided grin and she lets out a small laugh
"So where am I sit-" I cut myself of as I accidently rest my eyes upon my brother his dumb mates and Lupin "-ing?" I finish my sentence straightening myself out trying to find those ridiculous Black family values and everything I learn't all those years ago that I had no longer cared for, that I had left to be lost on me and forgotten about, all the things I had left behind before moving into the 4 bedroom apartment me, Barty, Evan and Dorcas share that Cissy and Lucius bought us last year.
"Are you alright?" She whispers probably noticing I had tensed up.
"Yeah, where do you want me" I say relaxing a little
"Wherever you want" She grins at my again
I walk to the second row of tables where 2 were pushed together that was occupied by cas, Evy and Barty and took the seat Barty pulled out for me throwing my bag over my chair.
"Wow you really won't amount to anything in life you black, keep getting in trouble like this then presenting yourself how you do, shaking your arse like that" Snape sniggers
"I'll amount to more than you wanker, and that's rich coming from someone who smells like he hasn't showered in weeks and then got dipped in his grans 40 year old, burn't up chip pan. You greasy git. And stop looking at my arse perv" I say turning to face him earning a chain of 'oooohhhhhh's, 'burnn's and 'damn you got caught in the act's.
"You can't talk to him like that!" An annoying squeaky voice said, I recognised it almost instantly, Dolores Umbridge.
"I just did, Umbitch." I said not even looking at her, sticking my middle finger up at Snape.
"Guys don't fight, it's not worth it!"
"SHUT IT, PETTIGREW!" The three of us say simultaneously whipping our heads to face him. Next to him scar boy slams his hands on his table and stands up
"Don't talk to him like that!" He spits it out like venom, fury and rage clear in his posture and eyes. One sort of useful thing my abusive, traumatic parents taught my, being able to tell how someone is feeling just by their posture, how they were sat, stood, their body language.
"What are you going to do about it Mr Prefect boy? Use ur badge?" I say in a mocking tone, crossing my arms, a smirk growing on my face. I hear a snort come from behind me, no doubt coming from Barty.
"Don't be rash Reg, we all know he doesn't have the balls to do that" Evan says leaning forward on the palm of his hand looking rather amused.
"True" Cas says the same amused look sporting her face.
"Shut the fuck up Evan." His sister, if you can even call her that, Pandora says not looking pleased.
"And wipe that look of your faces the lot of you" psycho bitch next to her squeals
"Don't talk to moony like that, you prick" Sirius calls out. Wow first time he speaks to me in 5 years and he is calling my a prick. Lovely.
"Oh fuck off you lousy little lion" I say turning back to my bag to get my pencil case out before being grabbed and hauled up by the collar of my shirt. It was Potter. He curled his free hand into a ball before drawing it back likely he will be using it to punch me in a few seconds. I close my eyes and feel the grip loosen before opening my eyes to see a raging Evan dragging him away from me. I could only see Ev for about two seconds before Barty is in front of him smashing his fist into Potters face, his glasses flying off and nose bloody and slightly purple. Broken. Good, he deserved it.
"ALL OF YOU OUT. NOW!!" McGonagall screamed out echoing from the walls. Shit, I forgot we were in class.
SIRIUS' POV
I storm out dramatically after everybody. To an angry looking McGonagall. She's going to murder us isn't she.
"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU!" She's mad
"Professor, i can explain-" Remy tries cutting in but gets ignored and talked over, or, well screamed over. That's when you know she is really mad, when she doesn't hear out Remus then your fucked, exactly like us right now.
"THIS IS ABSOLUTELY UNACCEPTABLE-"
"Hate to be the bearer of bad news and cut in but i think Potters nose is broken" Crouch said smirking at James and I hear a snort and a bit of a laugh come from behind him.
"ALL THREE OF YOU QUIET, I know what your punishment shall be."
"Woo fucking hoo" A voice says. My sorry excuse of a brother who was currently leaning against the wall. Since it's been a while since I last seen him I scan him over to see if there has been any change.
His hair has gotten curly hair is longer reaching the base of his neck, silver eyes barley visible under his messy fringe. Lips tinted red and black eyeliner making his eyes sharper. His shirt untucked from his black slacks that covered the top of his shoe due to them being wide in the leg, top button undone and tie loose, a large black leather jacket silver earrings, necklaces and rings and black Dr. Martin school shoes, a very muggle brand.
"As your punishment you will be locked in a house for 7 days and you must get along or elso your all expelled" she says with a stern voice.
"But-"
"No buts Trawlawney, you are dismissed now. I suggest you start packing. And Mr Black please sort the uniform." and with that she walks back into class leaving us in a circle staring at each other an awkward silence engulfing us.
"Well" Remus starts up again as I look back up at him I catch a glimpse of Regulus from the corner of my eye holding a hand away from his face then lowering it to reveal a lit cigarette he takes a long drag blowing the smoke away from the circle of people
"Thats bad for you, ya'know" I point out getting the group to face him.
"Yeah well the thought of having to spend time with you lot for more than an hour without murdering anyone stresses me out." he says taking another long puff blowing out a perfect circle then turning away and shouting;
"Later losers" Crouch, Rosier and Meadows not far behind. when their out of sight James says
"His arse does shake when he walks"
"What" I say angrily turning to face him. He is too innocent to say think something like that about someone like my brother no less. Then it hits me oh just wait for mother to hear about this she will be livid.
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