A/N: right. Well, I'm having these really bad formatting problems and all of my files have been corrupted, though I don't know how. ~_~ D'oh! Anyhooties, this is chapter five, I think... lolz... I think I'll do a bit from Remus's POV, the poor guy is being bombarded by da gurls... tee hee!

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::FEBRUARY EIGHTH, FRIDAY; END OF THE DAY ((AFTER CLASSES)); AFTER DINNER::

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All of the teachers (minus Dumbledore, bless the man's soul) were in the teachers' room, sitting at the meeting table. They'd all been there for well over an hour, and nobody had made any sound since.

"...Well," Flitwick ventured finally. "Shall we get on with the meeting?"

"Hear, hear," Remus put in dully. He was rather bored, and had papers to grade.

"Yes, let's get started," Minerva McGonagall stood up. "This whole teacher- student date thing is going just a bit too far in my humble opinion."

Everybody chorused "Aye!"

Minerva smiled. "Good. Then when Albus gets here, we'll tell him that we don't like the idea, and..."

Just then, the door opened and Dumbledore entered (finally).

"Good evening!" he said brightly, taking the last empty seat. "So sorry I'm late. What is this all about, now?"

"Albus," Minerva began, "I've - that is, we have - been thinking, and have decided that your student-teacher date idea, well, it isn't going to work out."

"What makes you think that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "None of the students have complained."

"Yes, well," Severus Snape interrupted, "there have been objections from certain /teachers/, headmaster..."

"Oh? Alright, who here doesn't like the idea?"

Nobody moved.

"Then it's all settled! You lot are all just jealous that I've got such a lovely young date. Didn't think I could score one that fast, did you?" he laughed to himself. There were a few wry smiles.

"It's not the idea, Professor," Remus said, speaking up. "It's the /requirement/. By /binding/ us to the fact that we /must/ bring a date, we are, err, felling, ah, neglected." What? WHAT?! It was the first word that came to mind!

"Neglected" indeed.

But it was enough to build off of.

"Yes, yes! What if some of us want to go with each other?" Poppy Pomfrey put in.

Dumbledore, however, laughed.

"I know that none of you have any specific interests in each other," he explained to the blank looks he got. "But I have noticed that there are quite a few /students/ with their eyes on certain /professors/. That's what originally inspired the idea, I thought I might give them a chance and maybe open your guys' eyes up to a new world of love and relationships."

Silence followed this little speech.

"But-" Remus started.

"No buts," Dumbledore interrupted.

"Headmaster-" Severus began, but Dumbledore shook his head, silencing him.

"Albus are you su-"

"Really, Minerva! I thought that you of all people!" Dumbledore stood up. "There will be no more complaints about this. If you and/or your to-be student are too shy, then I shall pair you up personally. I already know exactly who's going to go with who."

"Pray tell," the Astronomy teacher put. She blinked bemusedly.

Dumbly winked.

"No, I won't do that until the very last minute. But I do recommend that you let the students ask, not ask yourselves. Is that clear?"

all the teachers nodded dumbly.

"Good!" he clapped his hands together and beamed brightly. "Now, if you excuse me, I've got to go make a lovely Valentine gift for my lovely young Valentine girl..." his voice trailed off as did his footsteps when he left.

"Well," Remus said after a long silence. "I have papers to grade. Erm, I'll see the lot of you on Monday, then, shall I?"

"... Yeah," they all muttered one by one as they all slowly left to their respective rooms.

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Poppy ran to catch up with Remus and managed to stop him in his tracks.

"Wait a minute!" she said brightly. "I have an idea!"

Remus stopped and looked down at her. "Not another meeting like Minerva...?"

"Nope!" she said brightly. "I'm going to contact the others about it! What it is, a potion!"

"Then why didn't you catch Severus first?"

"He walks too fast," Poppy pointed out. "And, no, I'm not implying that you're a slower walker than he is, Remus."

"Right. So, what about this oh-so-wonderful potion?" Remus asked, leaning against the wall. Poppy shushed him and looked around.

"There may be students out!" she hissed. "And students like to spread rumors! So, this potion," she continued hurriedly, "it's the Aperio Adamo potion, what do you think?"

Remus frowned. "If done wrong, that could be the Casus Effusio potion, and anyway, I think it'd be a whole load of work for nothing."

Poppy gave an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, I understand /you/ thinking it's a waste of time, you'll be having young ladies asking you every five seconds."

"I will?"

"Good lord, Remus, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"Figured /what/ out?"

"About the main person every girl is after! You don't know who it is?"

"Do I /want/ to know?"

she gave him a funny look. "No, I guess not. No, you don't. if you don't figure it out on your own, somebody else will tell you." She threw her arms in the air. "I can't believe I'm talking about love and relationships with a teacher. Good God. And this is all over some dumb little Dance!"

Remus snorted.

Poppy gave him another funny look.

"Well, fine," she said. "If you don't want to do it, I'll exclude you. In fact, I think I'll go to Severus now, and we'll just forget /all/ about you!"

"I'm hurt," Remus said, grinning slightly. There was a small crash, like something had fallen downstairs, and both teachers looked to the left.

"Err, I think I'll go now," Poppy said after the two had inspected the nearest staircase thoroughly. "If you find anybody hurt, contact me..." she rushed off.

"Right," Remus muttered, still suspicious as he looked around the area. "Quite right."

Deciding that he had finally snapped (such a big deal out of a silly little dance!) he straightened and went to his room (it was pretty simple, like all teachers' rooms, a small bathroom, a small living room, and a small bedroom).