Too Early Breakfast

[Sirius Black]

Wormtail's snores were really something. The only good thing to say about them is that after six years you got used to them. They had ceased to be annoying, but not impressive.

That morning, when the light was slightly beginning to fill the room, a terrible sound made Sirius jerk up in alarm. It had been like a thunder or a crack, something bad. But as he groggily looked about the room, the Gryffindor realized it had been, yet again, Wormtail.

Well, getting McGonagall to do the chacha seemed an easier task than going back to sleep at the time. With a loud groan, Sirius dragged his reluctant body out of bed and got dressed. This whole action took about twenty minutes and over half of his energy. He left the room afterwards and the rest of the marauders to sleep some more.

The Great Hall was empty except for McGonagall, Dumbledore, Sprout, four Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs.

There was food, though and it looked and smelled like Heaven and it beckoned Sirius seductively.

He filled up his plate with a little of everything with surprising speed, picked up his fork and just when he was about to take a first bite, a voice spoke behind him.