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Once again, it was mostly Sirius’s fault.  Professor McGonagall had made the mistake of entrusting him with passing out their books, which meant he’d had to pass by the empty desk at the back of the room. Two weeks prior, he and James had worked on a special enchantment on it that only required the right spell to activate; walking past, Sirius had made an indecipherable motion with his wand, thus activating it. They were halfway through attendance when the desk charged up to the front of the room, leaped on top of McGonagall’s desk, and began singing a very colourful rendition of “The Wizard and the Country Wench.” By the time McGonagall had wrestled the desk back to the floor, it had eaten her copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration and spewed shredded paper across the room, a hasty Ravenclaw girl had accidentally Transfigured her desk partner’s inkwell into a partridge that immediately began squawking and flapping about, and Sirius had managed to slip James the note he’d written