The Girl Who Fought | h.p |

Lupin's Resignation

Harry, Ron, and Hermione decided to wander the grounds. Nova, however, strolled lazily along the hallways, making her way to Lupin's office. 

Despite the heat, Nova still wore her leather jacket. She sported a red tank top, jean shorts, and black converses. The top half of her golden-caramel hair was tied into a knot, secured by her wand. The bottom half of her hair fell in loose beach waves. 

Once she arrived at the door, she paused for a moment. She took a deep breath before throwing the door open. 

"'Ello, padre numero uno!" Nova called stepping into the office. She found it void of the man she was looking for. However, she found almost everything packed. "Well, this is depressing."

She strode around his desk. She found her map, laying in the open. Picking up the map, she sat in the chair. 

It was a spinny chair. 

Nova began to spin, studying the map. 

This is exactly how Remus found his daughter ten minutes later; spinning in his chair and reading the Marauders' Map.

"'Ello, padre numero uno!" Nova greeted, without looking up from the map. 

"How'd you know it was me?" Remus asked. 

"Well, for one, the map," Nova said emotionlessly. "The first time, I was wrong. Minnie came in, and I called her that. She tried to hide her laugh but didn't work so well."

"Well . . ." Remus began. "'Ello, child numero uno!"

"It doesn't work like that!" Nova objected, finally looking away from the map. "See, I have two dads. Therefore, I address you as numero uno and Sirius is numero dos. You only have one known child. Therefore, it doesn't work that way."

"Ya know," Remus began, studying his daughter. "All year, I have been trying to figure out which parent you're more like; me or Sirius."

"And your conclusion?" Nova question, raising an eyebrow. 

"Both and neither," He answered. 

"Well that's basically nothing," Nova shrugged, leaning back in her father's chair. 

"You have Sirius's attitude, and you talk like I do, swear words and all," Remus began. 

"I haven't a fucking clue what you're talking about," Nova smirked. 

"Watch your language," Remus scolded. 

"Quoi que tu dise vieux," Nova murmured (Whatever you say old man in French. If I'm wrong, please correct me.)

"I am not old!" Remus objected, crossing his arms at his daughter. 

"Course your not," Nova started rolling her eyes. "You look young for a fifty-year-old."

"I'm not fifty!"

"Forty-five?"

"No!"

"Sixty?"

"That's going up not down!"

"I dunno you're like ancient or something!"

"I'm thirty-three!" (A/N again, please correct me if I'm wrong) Remus yelled. 

"Really?" Nova asked. She knew her fathers weren't old. She just liked to mess with them. "Could've fooled me."

"How old do you think McGonagall is?"

"Minnie?" Nova questioned. "A solid twenty-five years old."

"Are you serious?" Remus asked deadpan, instantly regretting his word choice.