When Sirius had told her ten minutes, it never registered in his seventeen-year-old boy brain that girls needed more than ten minutes to meet with your definitely-not-boyfriend. All he had done was roll out of bed, tug on some trousers and a shirt and slide his fingers through his hair.
His gaze was sweeping over the Common Room when he heard her behind him. He turned quickly and sent her a rougish grin. "Please don't give me detention, Head Girl. I swear I am up to everything good."
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His gaze was sweeping over the Common Room when he heard her behind him. He turned quickly and sent her a rougish grin. "Please don't give me detention, Head Girl. I swear I am up to everything good."