Disclaimer: all characters belong to J.K. Rowling & I just borrow them.
Thanks for creating my playground, Mrs. Rowling!
It was a bright day. Fourth Year student Sirius Black looked longingly out
the window. Perfect Quidditch weather and hew as stuck in Binns' History of
A thought gripped him. No one would notice if he jumped out the window.
Half the class was asleep, the other bored into a stupor, and Binns only
looked up from his notes if the door creaked open. Sirius began to lift the
window closest to him open.
It would be a tight fit. Sirius saw that right off. Also, the ground was
quite a ways down - it would really hurt if Sirius hit it directly. It was
a good thing he had been looking up charms the other night in his Animagus
research: The Accio summoning charm would definitely come in handy.
Sirius squeezed out onto the window ledge. He turned slightly to get a look
into the hell he was escaping. James Potter snored, slumped over his desk
with his glasses askew. Peter Pettigrew had a glazed look in his eyes and
drool dribbled out from his mouth. Both Remus Lupin and Lily Evans had
similar expressions, though their quills diligently moved over their
scrolls in automatic note-taking fashion. Sirius shook his head. The
studious remained mysterious.
It was the first time he'd pulled a stunt like this (discounting that one
time in Second Year involving a Snitch, an owl, and three simultaneous
improperly cast 'Wingardium Leviosa' charms). The fall was exhilarating
with the air pushing up against him hungrily. It was also mildly heart-
stopping. Sirius barely managed to squeak out an "Accio broomstick" he was
That might explain why the Summoned broomstick wacked Sirius right in the
face; he was knocked out before he ever hit the ground.
He woke three days later, in the Hospital Wing.
"Well. That's the last time I try * that *."