Remus sat behind Lizzie on her bed in their quarters off the defense classroom. He was brushing out her hair and straightening her bow. He had let her dress in a blue jumper, even though Lizzie had insisted that it would get ruined in herbology class. She was probably right, but it was better than letting her start the semester wearing muggle jeans. So here she sat, books in a bag slung over her shoulder and letting her father make her up like a little doll.
"Now remember, these students are older than you, so they might get things a little faster. You don't need to get upset if you don't understand something right away, all right? I enrolled you in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes along with you core classes. I don't have you until this afternoon but if anything goes wrong just come back here. Stick with Harry, Ron and Hermione and don't go wandering off by yourself."
Remus was nervous. He had always imagined sending his daughter to school at eleven like everyone else. Then when he had to teach her at home he imagined sending her off when she was seventeen. Now all of a sudden he was having to let go more than he anticipated, sooner than he thought.
When he was done Remus let Lizzie get up and helped her adjust her book bag. He looked her in the eye, saying, "Anything goes wrong, I'm in this classroom, all right?"
Lizzie smiled and nodded. There was a knock at the door. Father and daughter looked over and saw Hermione at the door. "I know I'm early but the boys are starving."
Remus nodded and looked back at Lizzie. "Do good okay?"
"Do well," she countered before running out the door, semi-dodging a good-hearted smack on her bum from her father. In a moment she was gone and Remus' heart suffered a minor hairline fracture at the sight of his six year old going to school.