@prongsfoot-microfic
”Oh, come on, is he completely thick?" James grumbles, a bit louder than he probably should. "You could answer that just by using logic."
They have a Transfiguration class with Slytherin, and McGonagall has asked Mulciber one of the exam questions. He's been staring into space in front of him for a minute now, continually coming up with more and more unbelievable answers. McGonagall is waiting — Mulciber promised her that if she takes him for NEWT level, he'll become the top of the class.
"His brain's just gone from disuse" says Sirius, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Oi, Mulciber!" he continues in a whisper. "Would you donate your head for a Quidditch match? You're not using it anyway."
Laughter spreads from the Gryffindor side, and McGonagall turns her head towards Sirius. Mulciber is about to say something, but the professor stops him with a look:
"Mr. Mulciber, think twice before you start a quarrel."
"As a class, we've pretty much figured out he's got nothing to think with ," Sirius adds quietly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
From behind, a weary voice of Remus goes, "Here we go…"
"Mr. Black," the professor's eyebrow menacingly raises. "Do you consider yourself the smartest?"
"Me?" Sirius feigns surprise. "Not me. James," he nods in his direction. "And you, Professor."
James laughs, but McGonagall, apparently, is not amused by this statement.
"Sometimes I think you've reached the limits of your insolence, but you outdo yourself every time, Mr. Black."
"Actually, that's a compliment to you, Professor," James chimes in. "We even composed a song for you yesterday."
"Would you like us to sing, Professor?" Sirius picks up.
Before McGonagall can react, the boys start singing in unison:
"The best professor in the world is Professor McGonaga…"
In the next second, both are pulled out of the room by a spell, and the door slams shut loudly behind them.
"Seems she's not in the mood today," James says through laughter, as Sirius has fallen on top of him. He laughs, burying his face in James's neck, trying to muffle the loudness of his voice.
"Well," Sirius looks up at James with an intense gaze. "Since we've got some free time, what shall we do?"
"The dorm's free," replies James, with a slight smile.
"Reading my mind, Prongs."