Author's Note: Hey everybody! Here's the next chapter! Most of this chapter and the chapters that follow are a flashback. Also, ideas are more than welcome, because although I have a bunch of the story already written, I don't yet have an ending. :D Reviews make me happy, happiness = more writing, so you know what to do. Enjoy!

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"As you probably remember, I shadowed Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing my 7th year. After that I spent a year attending the Healer's Academy of Medicine in America. I took night classes on lycanthropy, taught by someone actually afflicted. I worked weekends to pay the boarding house fee. That's pretty much it." Sara finished leaning over her glass of white wine to speak with Remus.

"And you're done with school already?" Remus questioned.

"It was a hardcore program." She explained, "It's ironic that I'm getting more sleep as a healer than I did as a student,"

Remus chuckled. They sat in a secluded booth at a muggle jazz club, enjoying the company. Sara smiled gently.

"It's really good to see you Professor,"

"I think you can call me Remus now, don't you?" he suggested after a moment. "I am no longer your teacher," She blushed and ducked her head, her blonde locks falling into her face.

"Alright," she accepted, "Remus." Remus smiled and watched her eyes follow the couples swaying on the dance floor.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, watching as her eyes flickered back to meet his. A small smile formed on her lips.

"I would love to," she accepted. Lupin offered her his hand and led her to the middle of the dancing cluster. She slowly slid her arm up his arm to rest on his shoulder and his hand slid down her side to rest on her hip. With the hand still holding hers, Lupin brought it up, fingers tightening around hers.

"You've grown so much since I last saw you," Remus said, pulling his gaze from their intertwined hands.

"Ohhh?" she raised a brow.

"You were always very mature, but now…something's different. Perhaps it's because you're no longer my student." She smiled.

"That was an interesting year."

"That it was," he agreed, pulling her closer. He had to admit, he was glad she was no longer his student.

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-2 years earlier-

"No,"

"Yes!"

"NO! Not happening!" Sara told her friend sternly.

"Pleeeeaaaaaase?" She begged, watching Sara walk backwards along the corridor in front of her, as they headed to their first classes.

"Callie, I'm NOT asking Professor Lupin if he's marri…." But she was cut off as she collided with something very solid. A pair of arms slipped around her from behind, steadying her and she turned to face the very person they had been talking about. "Professor!"

"Good morning," Professor Lupin greeted them politely, releasing his hold on Sara, and taking a respectful step away. Sara's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Good Morning, sir," the girls answered in unison.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you both in my classes," Lupin smiled.

"Yes, sir," they responded. There was an awkward silence.

"I'll see you two later," Lupin said, heading toward the Great Hall.

"See you later, Professor," He was halfway down the corridor when he turned.

"And in answer to your question, no, I'm not." He smiled and left.

Callie tried and failed miserably to hide her grin of amusement, as Sara blushed.

"I hate you," she told Callie, halfheartedly. "Great first impression that was,"

"Look at the bright side," Callie said nudging her friend playfully in the ribs, "They always say to make your first impression memorable,"

Sara rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "Shut up!"

The two girls walked in silence for a few minutes. Sara glanced over at Callie after a moment.

"Why on earth did you want to know if he was married?" she asked.

"'Cuz I'm nosy." Callie told her, "Nah, just wanted to know why any dude would want that job. He's not married so I'm guessing he's kinda a loner. Only a social outcast would take that job," At Sara's huff of annoyance, she continued, "He's not horrible looking, so why wouldn't he be married?"

"You're horrible," Sara told her friend, laughing. "What if he is just a guy who wants to be a teacher?"

"After the crack pots we've had recently? No way," Callie told her disbelievingly. They continued walking toward Sara's first class, Transfiguration. "Hey, when are you going to ask Madam Pomfrey if you can shadow her for career planning?"

"I dunno, soon. Before people start getting sick. Flu season's coming," She replied. Callie laughed.

"Well, I gotta head to Muggle Studies." Callie said, departing. "See you at lunch,"

"See you Cal," Sara called after her.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts was the first class after lunch. Callie had disappeared, without a doubt to makeout with her boyfriend, a hot looking Ravenclaw, she had surprisingly been dating longer than a month. Sara had decided to head to class early, only to find that Professor Lupin wasn't there, so she sat herself on the window ledge in the hallway and pulled out a battered and worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. Absorbed by the muggle story she'd read a hundred times, she didn't hear the footsteps echoing down the hall.

"So we meet again," Lupin said, jerking her back to reality.

"Professor!" Sara greeted, startled.

"I didn't mean to frighten you," Lupin smiled, unlocking his classroom door.

"You didn't," Sara answered cheerfully, hopping off the ledge.

"Pride and Prejudice, huh?" Lupin smiled.

"You've read it?" she asked, and Lupin nodded. "Wow, barely any wizards read muggle literature." Sara said, liking him immediately.

"A book is a book, no matter who wrote it," he responded

She followed him into the classroom and dropped her bag at one of the back desks in the far corner. Lupin raised an eyebrow and gave her a questioning look. She grinned.

"I work best in the back," she explained. "The really nerdy kids sit in the front. The ones who care about their work but also talk a lot sit in the middle. The kids who sit in the back goof off a lot but as you get closer to the corner, it's just the ones who don't give a crap and are kinda loners. It's the quietest there, so I concentrate better."

"You have this all figured out," Lupin laughed.

"I do. Took me long enough," she responded, perching on the edge of one of the front desks to talk to Lupin. "So, what are we learning today?"

"Probably the same thing the third years are. I looked over your test results and your class of seventh years is very unprepared. Did your previous teachers teach you anything?" he half joked,

"Not much," she responded. "Quirrell was semi-normal first through third year. Than he took a year long sabbatical when he got "you-know-who" stuck on the back of his head. We had some blonde bimbo that year. She was more concerned with breaking a nail than failing test scores. Then Quirrell came back and was seriously trippy all year. Then Lockhart…he was kinda like the blonde bimbo come to think of it. Now you. Good luck." She gave him a faked wide smile. Lupin laughed.

"Encouraging," he said dryly.

At that moment the bell rang and students began slowly filtering in. Sara gave Lupin a smile and headed back to the corner.

"Alright class," Lupin began once everyone was seated, "Please put your books away, we won't be needing them today."