James caught the pie and tossed it back at Sirius, reaching out to grab a glass of juice and tossing it across, splattering three other students and barely catching Sirius. The prefects came closer, breaking the two boys apart and moving them aside.

"God, a Black has been in Gryffindor for how long and he's causing trouble. Should have been in Slytherin." One of the older boys mumbled and James turned, glaring.

"Oi! Gryffindors make just as much of a bloody mess as Slytherins, you uppity tosser. He's a Gryffindor! You heard the hat." His enemy belonged here and no one was taking him away.

"Mr Potter, that's enough!" James stopped and then looked at the head of house, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Oh yeah. Whoops. The ceremony.