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I walk off the train station outside to the large white private school across the street.Hogwarts:School of the Arts Media Performance and Design.A.k.a the school full of kids from the "Pad Pack" or whatever ridiculous name Sirius can up with.How I ended up working at a school full of my husband's fangirls and boys,I have no idea.But it turns out it would be easy to hide the fact that their drama teacher is Sirius Black's,who has 16 million subscribers on whotube and almost had a monument in a museum named after him,husband.

Thank Merlin it's not Friday,Remus thought,since Friday is non uniform days and his student often wear Padfoot shirts.He teaches his 5 and 6 graders,just as he usually does on Mondays,and finished his last class for the morning.

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"Alright,class dismissed!Have a good afternoon,everyone"I announce.I pick up my brief case and walk to the staffs lounge.I go sit down to the table near the window as I always do.I open my briefcase to realize my lunch box isn't there.I can't drive back,since our house is an hour away,unless....

No
That can't happen

Sirius can't come here and drop it off
I sigh as I now have no lunch.I check my phone to distract myself and there's a text from Sirius.

"You left your lunch,so I'm dropping it off! xxxxx"

It had been sent and hour ago,so he'd been here by now.I pop my head outside to look at the entrance,since the staffs lounge is close to the main entrance.I stop breathing for a second as I realize my husband,Sirius Black,is taking pictures with students.Sirius turns his head and starts ginning when he sees me.He walks up to me as I smirk a "what are you doing I can't believe you had the guts" smirk."

Hey babe!" Sirius says happily.I groan."Did you just call me babe in front of my students?"I'll never live this down.
Some kids stare in awe,and others whisper.Its known the Prof.Lupin and Sirius are gay,but this was uncalled for.Sirius waves my lunch box in front of my face as he says "You forgot this,nerd"
"Sirius please stop embarrassing me in front of 5th graders"I say,knowing I'm probably blushing."Never" he responds.

He kisses my cheek as he puts my lunch in my hands.Then he leaves at the schools bell,leaving a trace of expensive aftershave and a mob of gaping 11 year olds.I flush and clear my throat.

"If I see anything about this on Twitter I swear I'll get him to delete his channel"

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