A/N: the plot thickens! Teeheehee... more from the teachers' POV... poor
Remsers... he has NO idea what's coming to him... right. "aperio" latin for
"reveal" "adamo" latin for "to fall in love with". For those who are
wondering.
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::FEBRUARY TENTH, SUNDAY; AFTERNOON BEFORE LUNCH::
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It is very emotionally degrading to know that you are to wait for a student to ask you out.
Thus making it harder for Remus to grade the papers he was supposed to be grading.
Eventually, he gave up and decided to go grab a cup of coffee and maybe stroll around Hogsmeade for a bit.
He almost tripped over a young third year girl that had been waiting outside his office.
"Hello, miss Nave," he said recognizing her to be a young little-miss- Hermione. "I hope you aren't hurt?"
She went red. "N- no, Professor, I'm fine," her voice was strangely squeaky and high-pitched. Remus dismissed it.
"Ah. That's good. Is there something you would like?"
She went even redder ((if at all possible)). "Y- yes, Professor," she squeaked. "I was wondering, err, if, ah, if you, erm, if you would," she took a shallow, yet shaky, breath. Remus watched her blankly, wondering vaguely if he should take her to see Madame Pomfrey. "I want you to have this!" she blurted out finally, looking away and shoving something into Remus' hands and then promptly taking off at a run that had to be much faster than any normal third year.
Remus watched her go ((again, with a blank expression)) before looking down at what she had given him.
It was a chocolate rose, enchanted to sparkle.
Dimly, he considered running after her and asking her to the dance, but remembered Dumbledore's words 'to let the student ask'.
Sighing, Remus slipped it up the sleeve of his frayed robes, and wandered down to the staff room. Surprisingly, the rest of the teachers were already there ((minus Dumbly, Pomfrey, and Snape)).
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked pleasantly.
Surprisingly, all of the teachers' faces went a very shallow shade of white.
"You," Flitwick sputtered, "I can't believe you! You're supposed to be setting an /example/ for the students!"
"What?" Remus asked blankly.
"You, and Severus, and Poppy," McGonagall said, firmly. "It is... unacceptable."
"... What?" Remus asked, repeatingly. Then it clicked. Pomfrey must have told them about her plan to make the Aperio Adamo potion. And, judging by the other teachers' faces, they didn't think that it was a very good idea. "Oh," he said, just as it finally all clicked into place. "Oh!"
"That's right! You'd better feel guilty!" cried Hagrid.
"No, wait; you don't understand," Remus said, holding up his hands and backing away into the slightly cracked-open door. "Poppy approached me with the idea the other night. I've nothing to do with it. She and Severus must right now be..."
He was cut off.
"So THAT'S WHERE THEY ARE!"
"What?" Remus asked, for the third time.
"We shall have to stop them," McGonagall said firmly, and then looked at Remus. "As for you, I don't believe a word of that it-wasn't-my-idea-and-I- didn't-have-anything-to-do-with-it talk. You will go back to your office and /stay/ there! We'll have to go and get Severus and Poppy..."
"You mean, they're already making the potion?" Remus asked, but nobody heard him. Before he had been so rudely cut off, he had meant to say that Pomfrey must have been telling Snape about the plan currently.
She probably was. Or so Remus supposed. The others obviously thought that she and Snape were already making the potion, and their concern for the students was overwhelming.
Numbly, he made his way slowly toward his office.
Not watching where he was going, he ran headlong into a student that had been rushing toward him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Remus said, backing away slightly as the ((two)) girls scrambled to their feet.
"I wanted you to have this!" the two ladies chorused, both bowing and holding out a small box each. They took off ((very red)) once they had shoved their boxes into Remus' arms.
The werewolf watched them go, perplexed.
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By the time he made it to his office, he had to dump well over three pairs of bras and panties, pounds and mounds of chocolate, handfuls of "early" valentine cards, and plenty bouquets of different types of flowers ((all enchanted)) on his desk. He stared at all of it blankly for a moment, and then cleared out hid bottom desk drawer and shoved everything into it.
There!
Remus collapsed in his seat with a sigh.
"......... Professor Lupin?" asked a soft feminine voice.
He looked up; Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all watching him.
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::FEBRUARY TENTH, SUNDAY; AFTERNOON BEFORE LUNCH::
~
.
.
.
It is very emotionally degrading to know that you are to wait for a student to ask you out.
Thus making it harder for Remus to grade the papers he was supposed to be grading.
Eventually, he gave up and decided to go grab a cup of coffee and maybe stroll around Hogsmeade for a bit.
He almost tripped over a young third year girl that had been waiting outside his office.
"Hello, miss Nave," he said recognizing her to be a young little-miss- Hermione. "I hope you aren't hurt?"
She went red. "N- no, Professor, I'm fine," her voice was strangely squeaky and high-pitched. Remus dismissed it.
"Ah. That's good. Is there something you would like?"
She went even redder ((if at all possible)). "Y- yes, Professor," she squeaked. "I was wondering, err, if, ah, if you, erm, if you would," she took a shallow, yet shaky, breath. Remus watched her blankly, wondering vaguely if he should take her to see Madame Pomfrey. "I want you to have this!" she blurted out finally, looking away and shoving something into Remus' hands and then promptly taking off at a run that had to be much faster than any normal third year.
Remus watched her go ((again, with a blank expression)) before looking down at what she had given him.
It was a chocolate rose, enchanted to sparkle.
Dimly, he considered running after her and asking her to the dance, but remembered Dumbledore's words 'to let the student ask'.
Sighing, Remus slipped it up the sleeve of his frayed robes, and wandered down to the staff room. Surprisingly, the rest of the teachers were already there ((minus Dumbly, Pomfrey, and Snape)).
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asked pleasantly.
Surprisingly, all of the teachers' faces went a very shallow shade of white.
"You," Flitwick sputtered, "I can't believe you! You're supposed to be setting an /example/ for the students!"
"What?" Remus asked blankly.
"You, and Severus, and Poppy," McGonagall said, firmly. "It is... unacceptable."
"... What?" Remus asked, repeatingly. Then it clicked. Pomfrey must have told them about her plan to make the Aperio Adamo potion. And, judging by the other teachers' faces, they didn't think that it was a very good idea. "Oh," he said, just as it finally all clicked into place. "Oh!"
"That's right! You'd better feel guilty!" cried Hagrid.
"No, wait; you don't understand," Remus said, holding up his hands and backing away into the slightly cracked-open door. "Poppy approached me with the idea the other night. I've nothing to do with it. She and Severus must right now be..."
He was cut off.
"So THAT'S WHERE THEY ARE!"
"What?" Remus asked, for the third time.
"We shall have to stop them," McGonagall said firmly, and then looked at Remus. "As for you, I don't believe a word of that it-wasn't-my-idea-and-I- didn't-have-anything-to-do-with-it talk. You will go back to your office and /stay/ there! We'll have to go and get Severus and Poppy..."
"You mean, they're already making the potion?" Remus asked, but nobody heard him. Before he had been so rudely cut off, he had meant to say that Pomfrey must have been telling Snape about the plan currently.
She probably was. Or so Remus supposed. The others obviously thought that she and Snape were already making the potion, and their concern for the students was overwhelming.
Numbly, he made his way slowly toward his office.
Not watching where he was going, he ran headlong into a student that had been rushing toward him.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Remus said, backing away slightly as the ((two)) girls scrambled to their feet.
"I wanted you to have this!" the two ladies chorused, both bowing and holding out a small box each. They took off ((very red)) once they had shoved their boxes into Remus' arms.
The werewolf watched them go, perplexed.
.
By the time he made it to his office, he had to dump well over three pairs of bras and panties, pounds and mounds of chocolate, handfuls of "early" valentine cards, and plenty bouquets of different types of flowers ((all enchanted)) on his desk. He stared at all of it blankly for a moment, and then cleared out hid bottom desk drawer and shoved everything into it.
There!
Remus collapsed in his seat with a sigh.
"......... Professor Lupin?" asked a soft feminine voice.
He looked up; Hermione, Ron, and Harry were all watching him.
