So I'm into making edits and stuff and if you want something then ask me it's okay I won't judge you just give me something to do.

The most notable of the knights was Sir – dear Merlin this is boring – who slayed the dragon – is that even a name – which lived at the top of the mountain above the village of – I don't think that's even a name either – and became a hero among men. He served in the battles of – why is this necessary do I even remember which subject this is for – and aided in the village of – another not-name – during their time of need.

Remus set the book down and put his chin on the edge of his table at the library, books piled up around him, mostly hiding him from view. He folded his arms and set his mouth against them as he tried to focus on the book now leaning on a stack in front of him. He sighed and shut his eyes, frowning as he thought of all the information he had been forcing into his memory.

Hermione had returned to her teaching post as soon as Easter was over, much to the delight and chagrin of her students, as she had been giving them a lot of homework to make up for the time Harry had been teaching. The Gryffindors had won the Quidditch Cup only a week prior, reducing their fearless Quidditch captain to tears, a grin stretched across her face as her team looked to her with a few tears and grins as well. The Marauders had barely seen much of Hermione, as the other three had begun to study and Hermione was scrambling to make sure everyone knew everything they needed to in order to pass their tests, but she'd run up on the Quidditch pitch and hugged Ginny as tightly as she could, crying and beaming at the younger girl proudly before kissing James's cheek and ruffling up his hair. Parvati Patil had been seen more often, mostly arguing lightly with Sirius in the Common Room over something, and it made Ginny and James share bemused glances while Remus glanced up and wondered why Sirius's hair was a different color before sighing and going back to his book. Presently, the N.E.W.T.s were in three days. They would be leaving school in ten days. No more Common Room, no more Shrieking Shack, no more Forbidden Forrest, no more Hagrid or Dean or Seamus or Neville, no more Parvati, no more Quidditch pitch, no more Great Hall –

No more Hermione.

Remus sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course, they'd still see her often enough, but not as often as every day. She would have work, and maybe they all would have work, and they'd drift apart.

"Mister Lupin?"

Remus popped his head up and blinked back at McGonagall, who was looking at him in amusement as he tumbled out the sentence, "I wasn't sleeping, Professor, really, I swear."

She chuckled and pulled up the chair across from him, moving a few books to be able to see him as he blinked back. She clasped her hands and stared at him for a few moments before releasing her hands and simply stating, "You seem to be stressed."

"Oh, nah, just one of the biggest tests I'll ever take – not stressed at all," he shrugged, grinning lightly when she sighed and shook her head slightly at him. McGonagall always was one of Remus's favorite professors, and he exclaimed loudly one night in the Common Room that 'holy shit, my dad is friends with McGonagall!' and thus somehow sparking her new nickname. She was somewhat like a stern older aunt who occasionally had a soft spot for him, and he didn't mind. A laidback McGonagall was one of the signs of the upcoming apocalypse.

"I was referring to something else," she smiled lightly, "Although, yes, the N.E.W.T.s are stressful. What are you planning to do after you graduate Hogwarts?"

Remus blinked, surprised by the question before grimacing, rubbing the back of his neck, "Erm, well, I don't know. I thought I'd just try to grab whatever job will take me – I thought about working with George Weasley, see if he would be alright with me."

McGonagall blinked before frowning, "Are you still worried about prejudice?"

"I have good reason to be, don't I?" he pursed his lips, flicking at his quill, "Hermione said that a lot of werewolves were on the other side during the Second War. People might not be all that open to me."

"Firstly – prejudice is still being fought today. I believe that a bill against discrimination of werewolves was passed only a few months ago. Secondly – do you often call Miss Granger by her first name?"

"Err – yeah," he grinned lightly, "But so do the rest of the seventh years. I can't take all of the blame."

McGonagall hummed and they were silent for a few moments before she leaned forward, clasped her hands again, and frowned at him, "Mister Lupin, as Mister Black has so fondly reminded everyone, I am getting old."

"Oh, don't mind Sirius, Professor, he's just a – "

"I wasn't finished," she arched her eyebrows and he was silence before she continued, "Currently, I am the Head of Gryffindor House, Transfiguration professor, and headmistress of Hogwarts. I believe that I may have too much on my plate, so to speak. That is why, Mister Lupin, I am currently confronting you about becoming next year's Transfiguration professor and Head of Gryffindor House."

Remus's jaw dropped and he gaped at her. This must be Sirius pulling some sort of joke. Polyjuice potion, surely. This couldn't be real.

"P-pardon?" he stammered.

"I will allow you and Misters Black, Potter and Pettigrew to reside in the Shrieking Shack, regardless of your answer, for however long you four wish," she stated, "Technically, it isn't on school grounds, and Heaven knows how you four meander about Hogwarts anyway – it would just keep you on a close watch in case of any pranks happen in my halls – and I know that Miss Granger would surely miss your company." She gave a small smile and arched an eyebrow, "Well? Does my offer sound appealing at all?"

"I – uh – yes. Hell yes. I mean, sorry, yeah, yeah, I'll take it," Remus began to grin madly as she smiled a little bit wider before he blinked, "Uhh, just one thing."

She blinked back, "Yes?"

He gave a lopsided grin, "Can we not tell Hermione? I want to surprise her."

She chuckled before nodding, "I suppose." And with that, McGonagall stood from her seat, pushed the chair back under the table, and nodded to him, "Mister Lupin."

I'm sorry it's short and I'm sorry it skipped like y'know months but I wanted another update and I'll work on the next one soon.