One night shortly after a late dinner, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Frank were all up in the boys' sixth year dormitory attempting to sleep. They were right in the middle of their O.W.L.S. and Remus had insisted that they rest up, since their normal bedtime was usually sometime after midnight. Sirius, who had eaten a good portion of the Great Hall by the time he was half-full, was still hungry.

"What was that?" Frank asked after he had heard a familiar grumbling sound.

Remus turned over on his bed, "What else?"

"How can you still be hungry?" James asked, appalled at his friends enormous appetite.

Sirius's response was not at all expected.

"I like panis."

The dormitory fell silent.

James was the first to speak. "So… All those hot chicks you dated were only a cover-up for-"

"I like condiments on my panis." Sirius simply said.

Remus decided to speak before the situation could become more out of hand. "Panis means "bread" in Latin."

James and Frank sighed in relief.

Peter then boldly said, "So it doesn't mean penis?"