Felt Cute so I thought about posting something. might continue on with it for a couple of chapters. Some One shots of Remus awarding Hogwarts point throughout POA. Enjoy and Review if you're feeling cute, too37 Points to Ravenclaw
"Please, hold still, Professor Lupin," Minerva McGonagall instructed, as was her nature.
"You know, erm," Remus probed, but nevertheless he obliged his former Head of House and stood stiff as a mannequin, "We're...we are colleagues, now. You can call me Remus." He blushed as he felt himself asking stupid questions.
"I could, that is correct," McGonagall pursed her lips, after a moment's hesitation. She averted eye contact as she began silently maneuvering her wand around him.
"And...I can call you...Minerva?" The waried werewolf pressed, awkwardly.
"Absolutely not!" The older Professor, taken aback by the informality, immediately stopped her incantation.
"Right...right," Remus sputtered in apology, self consciously scratching at the worn scars that marred one side of his face.
"Hold still," She insisted again, patience waning.
"Sorry!" Remus threw his hands to his side as if a soldier before a drill sergeant. McGonagall nodded in approval as she began the spell again. "What exactly are you doing?"
"All staff members are enchanted with charms to signal the increase or deduction of house points." McGonagall explained, with the curt satisfaction of a teacher answering a curious student. She finished her wand work and Remus's nervous posture melted.
"So, that was it, then!" an epiphany dawned on Remus, he began to chuckle in content remembrance, "That was something we'd ne-"
There was a pregnant pause as Remus proverbially salted his foot so that he could promptly devour it.
The Transfigurations Professor graciously watched him gather his senses with a silent sad smile.
"Only the Headmasters and their deputies are to know the charm." She offered this as means of moving past the faux pas, "Even back in the day, we knew which secrets to guard best." she raised an eyebrow knowingly.
"So that's it, then?" Remus asked eagerly, "I am a fully fledged Hogwarts Professor?"
"Well, I would say you have got to teach a class, first." She pointed out with a hint of a smirk.
"Yes! Of course," Remus readily agreed, "But the spell works regardless from now, so to speak?" he forced a smile back, wishing for nothing more than to be taken seriously by objectively the most intimidating witch he had ever met.
"Yes, Profess-"
"37 POINTS TO RAVENCLAW!" He burst, unable to hold in his joy.
"Professor Lupin!" McGonagall scolded, "Why on earth would you do that?"
"Just…just always wanted to do that," He blushed deeply at his lack of self control. "And no Professors ever awarded points in prime numbers. It will give the students something to talk about over breakfast, won't it?" He shrugged, though he was still visibly giddy.
The seasoned professor blinked several times in disbelief, "Yes," she finally concurred, voice stern, but had Remus been paying closer attention he would have seen a fond nostalgia behind her square-rimmed glasses, "Best not wear out the habit. I imagine we will have plenty to discuss this term."
"Of course," He cleared his throat with a fidget, remembering his heroics on the train.
"That will be all for tonight," McGonagall's no nonsense demeanor had taken over once more. Remus nodded and hurried to gather his briefcase and head for the door. She excused him, "Go and get some sleep." Remus had just made it to the threshold of her office when she sighed sagely, "You'll want to be sharp for your first class, Remus."
Remus Lupin's heart did somersaults as his own name stopped him in his tracks. Shyly, he peered over his shoulder to his former mentor. The Deputy Headmistress made a show of busying herself with a pile of forms on her desk and did not meet his eye again.
Once he was out the door and down the corridor a ways, she hugged her props to her chest and let an earnest and proud smile take residence on her face.