Sirius dodged the pie, which instead hit an unsuspecting boy behind him in the face. He had no time to apologise right now, he was too busy climbing up on the bench and then onto the table, grabbing the nearest pie he could find and throwing it down at James in turn.

He would have just punched him, but he did approve of pies as their weapons of choice.

McGonagall was already rushing their way, the prefects were getting up and, honestly, most of Gryffindor was cheering them on.

What? Better than some boring speech.