Sirius-ly!

Summary: Sirius Black is a highly disturbed person.  He's also a highly dead person, as it turns out, but that's beside the point.  Series of vignettes about everyone's favorite dog-man-person-thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone mentioned in this "story". 

A/N: For SiriusLoverForLife; let's all hope these idiotic stories inspire her to write her Pirates of the Caribbean songfic faster.

I hope you all can continue to take my angst stories seriously after reading this. 

Partly-modeled after Sarah Noble's Snape vignettes. 

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Chapter One: Sirius Black Hates the Third Harry Potter Movie

            "That was absolute rubbish!" Sirius declared angrily, exiting the movie theatre with Remus.  "Whoever it was that played me looked like a bad Johnny Depp-knockoff; couldn't they have cast me better?"

            "It's just a movie, Sirius," Remus sighed.  "Besides, we knew the movie was going to suck, what with the new director and all." 

            "I know," Sirius replied angstily, "I just didn't expect it to suck so badly!  I mean, I was counting on a cheesy ending and the director completely avoiding canon, but I didn't think he'd cast me so horribly!"

            "You forgot to mention my werewolf form," Lupin added, deciding that resistance was futile and Sirius wouldn't shut up until he added something.  "I looked like a skinwolf!  I heard the little girls who were sitting in front of us laughing at me!"

            "Oh, yeah; they were laughing at you, weren't they?" Sirius chuckled, much to Remus's dismay.

            "You're supposed to sympathize with me, you git!" Remus snapped angrily.  Sirius, however, wasn't listening; he was too busy sniggering with the little girls who had been sitting in front of them.