But James wasn't listening to him anymore. No, he was now looking doe-eyed over at Lilly I'msopretty Evans. Sirius let out a slightly-less-graceful snort. Mumbling something about 'class' Sirius slid out of the bench and slung his bookbag over his shoulder. He'd ask another seventh year what they had. A nice pretty one. And smarter, too. He'd make James jealous somehow.