These one shots and imagines are not mine. I have found these on tumblr and thought they deserved to be shared further as they are great. I will give credit for all of them :)
Request: Can I have a one shot where you're from Ilvermorny or whatever and you transfer to hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it.
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Dumbledore's office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as your ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, you eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.
"Your office is sweet," You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.
The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. "I hadn't a clue an office could be sweet, but I'm delighted you think so!"
You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren't in america any longer. "No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that's cool or really nice."
He 'ah'ed and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. "Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We've been expecting you for a while," He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. "Lemon drop?"
Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the parculair man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say.
"Since you've no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. She should be here any moment."
"What's this students name, professor?"
Dumbledore's carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. "His name is Remus Lupin. He's in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he's a very bright wizard."
Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds.
"Ah, Remus!" Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. "You finally arrived."
Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. "Sorry about that, professor." He smiled nervously.
