A/N: In this chapter, we will finally get to see what kind of nuttiness Joon does with her days, although this may seem a little mundane in places, it will be fun. Just a bridge to the next chapter, and I'm bored.

Oh, and HAPPY FEBRUARY! The 12th is my 16th birthday, so wish me luck with my driving (grits teeth nervously). Also, our dear Professor would have turned (does minor calculations in head) uuhhh… (fails miserably and whips out calculator) ~53 on the 9th! So he'd be just over the hill, had he not sacrificed himself (in canon) just after I had turned 2. : ( but, alas, we Fanon lovers do what we can to remedy that little problem, no?

And as a confirmation, Joon is in fact a Psychiatrist, which is different from a Psychologist, because they are also trained medical doctors who can prescribe medicine. She was just a Psychologist for a bit, doing lots of "in ward" training while getting the medical part of her degree. In my fannon, all human minds are human minds, and therefore the Magical Psychological trainees are sent to Muggle Psychological Schools, getting their Psychiatric licenses after also becoming a trained Healer in the Magical World.

Happy Reading! :D

CH10: Joon (Teacher, Lover, Psychiatrist, Friend, Guidance Counselor, etc.)-

She woke up Monday morning at seven o'clock exactly, and turned off the alarm (still three seconds off), and went to take a quick 5 minute shower. The water was warm and clean as it flowed through her messy hair, and she focused on washing herself quickly using her magic (which was basically the same as breathing) to bring two brushes and scrub her legs and torso clean while she manually washed her hair, checking her skull for the mended lump where she had gotten that delayed concussion.

It still scared her somewhat to think that she could have died, and not even had the chance to really get to know Severus, help the children, teach them about themselves… she finished up rinsing, forcing herself out of the nostalgia (making note that she should have the focus potion a little early today for good measure), and went to dress.

She supposed Severus had rubbed off on her (in more than one way), as she now took to wearing her boots more often than not, the ankle support welcome for her skinny joints. She pulled on her undershirt, pants, dress shirt, and comfortably swishy robes before drying her hair manually and brushing her teeth.

At 7:17 she exited her rooms, a second before Severus, they shut their doors in unison, grinning at each other (well, Severus' was more like a secretive raising of the edges of his mouth), and walked to breakfast in the Great Hall, Entering and taking their seats like normal and lazily began to eat breakfast, the post coming at its usual time.

Joon got a letter from the Ministry about a court date for a Type 1 Schizophrenic patient she had been seeing, who had gone into a Residual Phase and was currently getting himself acquainted with a new Psychologist in case of another episode of "Mr. Salvador" (code name for the voices so he wouldn't get berated by society in public) talking to him again, and telling him about how muggle weapons are so ingenious at killing, that he should try them… on himself, and others.

He had apparently gotten angry at a man who found out he had the mental disorder, and tried to force him out of his diner, which was unlawful anyways, as he had not caused any trouble in the first place. Unfortunately, however, the man had pulled a wand, and her paitent had broken it in two, and attempted to shove the sharp pieces of wood into the diner owners ears for being mean. The charges of assault were making too much stress for him, and so the court needed her to come in with his current therapist to calm him long enough to hear his side of the story.

Breakfast was porridge, oranges, and three types of bacon (pork, tofu, and turkey).

She made sure Severus knew which was which in case he was groggy, as the coffee was not out yet.

He nodded absently, reading the Daily Prophet for anything good, and settling on an article about a new Wolfsbane potion breakthrough in Sweden, and what it meant for the Werewolf population around the globe.

After breakfast, she spent her free period that morning getting truly woken up for her next period class, a bunch of First Years, and assembling the assignment, which was a timed point based word game (Muggle Pictionary Jr.) that they could earn house points for by stretching their mind, which would follow presenting their "homework" which consisted of drawing a conceptual portrait of themselves, making their faces with anything they could think of that they liked, pictures and words either one.

The class was really brain training, stretching the imagination, and learning/increasing awareness about the self, although she made it seem like fun games and art, which was proven to relieve some stress.

This particular block of Gryffindor/Slytherins was a tough one, because they were much less open about themselves in front of their perceived enemies, but really it was important that they all come to an understanding that no matter the differences between houses, they all had a common ground to make treaty upon: they were all human, trying to make their way through life, and although there were many differences between each group, there were more differences within each group than there were between each group as a whole.

Lunch was light, self prepared sandwiches with all manner of condiments, meats, vegetables, and such to go on the delicious fresh baked bread.

Joon took four slices and made two separate sandwiches, one with three different kinds of meat and a light smattering of French mustard with mayonnaise, the other a vegetable one with tomato slices, cabbage, slices of squash and cucumber, and a good helping of Ranch style dressing, which her aunt was kind enough to bring over from the states as a nostalgic reminder of their times on the porch eating salad looking over the fields towards the Appalachian Mountains.

Severus simply went for a random assortment of everything on two big slices of bread, covering it all with ketchup, which basically canceled out all of the other flavors, and devoured it in six bites, returning to alternately glaring at students who laughed too loudly, sipping his tea, and reading the potions monthly journal, Ars Alchema, that had come finally after getting through a detour around a forest fire somewhere outside of London.

She conversed with Pamona Sprout about her newest shipment of plants, and the anti-depressive properties of the sap that her sixth years would be collecting just before the first snow if they could catch it, when she cast a cursory glance over a few Hufflepuffs and saw one looking particularly pale and weak, being consoled by her friend. Bells went off in Joons head, the Healer senses she had picked up during training tingling sharply as several possible causes hit her.

"Pamona, I hate to interrupt, but is Ashley Davis prone to sugar drops, like, for instance, in diabetes?" she asked the plump woman sharply. She looked over at her student and became pale, nodding and replying that Ashley was Muggle-Born and a recent border Diabetic.

As Ashley seemed to grow fainter, Joon saw the precipice of a serious drop and grabbed the jar of sugar off their table for the tea, and vaulted the table, using magic to "rush" over to the girl, literally not touching the ground with her feet until less than a few feet away. She grabbed the jug of water near the girl, and poured a cup, mixing in a good spoonful of the sugar and handing it to her, urging her desperately to drink up. The hall was silent, but for the sound of the girls' slow but steady gulping of the sweet water, all eyes on Joon and Davis.

After finishing the cup, Joon quizzed her softly on her current monitoring divice, and what the readings were the last time they were checked, which was the day before.

"I'm sorry, Professor Joon, I woke up late this morning, and then I had to rush for breakfast, and I only got in a few spoonfuls of porridge before sprinting to Transfigurations. I didn't have any time to check it."

"Dear, you really should be careful about that. Being late is not an issue when faced with your health. I'm sure professor McGonagall would have understood if you had explained yourself," Joon told her quietly, picking up the girl's school bag and motioning for her to follow, obviously going to the Hospital Wing to have Poppy look her over.

That evening, she had a double class with the fourth year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors, doing a "finish the sentence" questionnaire for self awareness and deeper thinking about what they believe about the world around them, and their personality types.

Finally to finish off the day, she had Elemental Magics Club with a good group of fifth, sixth, and seventh years.

The windiness of the day was not unnoticed by her, so she took the opportunity to help them hone in on the wind, and would show them in the next meeting about how to move it when there wasn't really any to begin with. Everyone succeeded by the end of the hour to direct the wind in a V shape around them so that they either felt a light breeze or nothing at all.

Joon took a leisurely stroll to her office across the hall from her classroom, and laid down on the couch to sum up her testimony and thoughts on the case of her patient for the court date, in three weeks, and have a mental dictation quill write it all out for her on a long scroll of thick parchment she used for official business so there would be less issue with the paper ripping.

Dinner was a pot roast, with potatoes, onions, carrots and rolls. A thick pie was desert, and everyone began their treks to their houses, and offices to do what they did before bedtime.

Joon noticed (as she did just about everything else) that Albus and her aunt were really getting close, taking their conversations to Albus' tower office, which sometimes lasted all night, her aunt showing up at an odd hour of the morning with a light grin and a sleepy voice.

She and Severus were currently snuggling (the thought of the seemingly dour man in the same sentence as the word made her giggle) on the sofa in her office, Joon lazily stroking his hand in a way that would seem to any onlooker as a normal gesture of curiosity, but Joon knew that the particular way she happened to be touching his hand with her fingers was quite tantalizing, eliciting a blushing response (she felt a triumphant glee that she alone could bring healthy color to his shallow cheeks).

He finally drew his hand out of her teasing grasp and began to stroke her hair, getting her scalp in the process, and lulling her into a sleepy haze.

"I have found your weakness!" he whispered with victorious glee as he watched her eyes droop closed, "I can now control your mind-" he continued, but was cut off.

"I don't care what you control me to… to do, just… please don'… stooop," she said lazily, her head lolling on to his thigh, facing the fireplace and sighing in contentment.

The following few days continued in much the same fashion, with the continuation of her testimony and notes, checking on Ms. Davis, teaching her students, and spending quality time with Severus.