❝ mischief managed ❞
❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞
Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to...
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And so the school year began with a two page letter from Coralie regarding the search of the train, which she must've heard directly from Remus.
To say that Emerson was annoyed by the fact that her mother's boyfriend was going to be one of her professor's was an understatement. A tight leach would be around her wrist for the test of the school year and everything she did would be reported to Coralie.
Really there was nothing Emerson could do.
Through the first couple days of classes, each teacher seemed to be on the same page: spend the entire period explaining the rigorous schedule of preparation for the OWLs at the end of the year. There was to be no misbehavior or slacking off. After all, the outcome of the OWLs would make or break their future in the wizarding world.
A big focus for the students was for them to figure out what course they wanted to go down once they left Hogwarts. For students it was easy. Lee wanted to be a reporter and Alicia wanted to play Quidditch professionally. Emerson on the other hand was completely torn. She was interested in becoming a Healer, after all the time she spent working with Madame Pomfrey, but she also wanted to see all the possibilities that were out there. She had no idea what to do.
Defence Against the Dark Arts, despite some student's weariness about the looks of Remus Lupin, quickly became the favorite class of nearly everyone. Emerson even enjoyed the class herself, though she may have enjoyed it even more if it wasn't for Remus calling on her in class everyday.
Even as she got used to seeing him nearly every day, Emerson still wondered the real reason Remus was here. So after there first few days of the term, Emerson approached him after class.
She said goodbye to Fred and George, telling them to save her a seat in Potions. After they left, Emerson walked up to Remus, who was cleaning up his desk.
"Excuse me, Re...uh, Professor."
He turned around and smiled. "Emerson! What can I help you with?"
It felt strange hearing him call her by her first name after be addressed as "Miss Diors."
"I was just curious," Emerson tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears. "about why exactly you're a teacher. I thought to you were one of my mum's contacts for the Prophet. Not a Professor. So I'm just a bit confused."
Remus sat in chair behind his desk and leaned back. "I was a contact...for the Dark Arts aspect of her research. I was also quite close with the headmaster and after the incident with Professor Quirrel, he encouraged me to try for the post of the Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Emerson stood there silently for a moment with a perplexed expression on her face. Remus sighed. "And with Sirius Black on the loose, Dumbledore found that I would be a good fit. At first I was conflicted. But your mother encouraged me to take the position. Extraordinary, that woman is."
