"Ahh, Mr. Black, take a seat," McGonagall said in her normal tone and Sirius sat down.
"For once it is lovely to see you not sitting here with Mr. Potter because of some silly prank-"
"I prefer that you call them ingenious
, Professor as they are quite clever and you know it," Sirius cut in with a cheeky grin and she sighed before looking at his marks.
"Well, everything seems to be pretty good, your Transfiguration is beyond 6th year level, what have you been up to?" She asked him. He was very good at his classes, but he never once did his homework. Until about a month ago when they looked at Animagus transformations...
"Well, a little bit of this, and a little bit of that..." He trailed off and put on his "innocent"
face which she knew to take as a "Don't-ask-Professor-because-I-won't-say
" look nowadays.
"What have you thought of becoming when you leave Hogwarts?"
"Well, an Auror, a Curse-Breaker, a Hit-Wizard, Medi-wizard, Unspeakable, Quidditch player, Drummer for that new band, Healer, Muggle-Realations officer, teacher, writer, pub owner, joke-shop owner-"
"Yes, yes, but what do you really want to be?"
"I just told you Professor, I don't really want to repeat it, but I want to be an Auror, Curse-Breaker, Hit-Wizard, Medi-wizard, Unspeakable, Quidditch player-"
"Sirius Black you need to make up your mind!" McGonagall scolded and Sirius smirked.
"But that's the thing Professor, I simply can't. If I'm a Healer it could mean I might have to keep my mother alive if something goes wrong which I don't want to and if I become a Quidditch star I have to work with that annoying Bagman guy and possibly could ruin my lovely complextion and if I become the drummer my hands could-"
"Mr. Black, you don't need to choose exactly
one, but it could be helpful with your subjects!" The woman tried breathing in slowly.
"Did you want a glass of water, Professor, or shall I continue?"
"Just go, I'll put something together with you some other
time," She croaked and he grinned at her again.
"You know I can never make up my mind Professor, what's the use?" And with that he left to go snog some girl he met at the last Quidditch after-party.