Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. It belongs to its respectful owners.

The last couple weeks that I taught my class have been finishing the lessons of Pokémon as quickly as I can to get to the test. Mostly everyone understood what I presented on the board, however, a few were behind and constantly came to me after classes. It was mostly fifth and seventh years, due to their O.W.L.S./N.E.W.T.S. and the whole teachers-being-so-unfair-and-giving-students-a-ton-of-work-in-just-a-few-amount-of-days. Though I've been thanked a lot by those students for not piling on the crazy assignments every single day. I was so happy that I didn't have to go through Hogwarts though I guess it is better than muggle school.

"Alright, class, I will be allowing a two-day review on Monday and Wednesday to clear up any confusion on your notes before the test on Friday. The questions are very simple. Not much writing and not much thinking, though think anyway," I pointed at everyone. "We're almost there. If we can finish the test and pass with flying colors, then this will be an easy process for me. Make things even more troublesome for me and you'll be left in the Forbidden Forest to rot!" A smiled crept on my face. "Class dismiss!"

Everyone packed up when the chime signaled the end of class. I was the most relieved and started to stretch my arm over my head.

"It's almost the weekend! Just three more classes to finish up!" In the corner of my eye, I spotted a ruckus in my classroom. Though no one was fighting, wands were up. Sirius pointed his wand directly at his younger brother with him doing the same towards Sirius. James had his wand aimed at Severus with Severus' aimed at James. Supporting James and Sirius were Remus and Peter preparing to fight as well as the rest of the Slytherins.

"Now take that back!" I heard Severus ordered.

"Is little Snivellus offended by my wittle words?" laughed James.

"My mother was right to consider you a blood traitor," growled Regulus.

"Well, I guess my mom isn't such a good judge of character, that old bag," retorted Sirius.

"STOP IT!" Immediately, all of their wands, even the group of Slytherins' and Remus' and Peter's, were all gathered up in my hand. "Just what the heck are you guys doing trying to start a fight in my classroom?"

Nobody answered. "Let me ask one of each party of their opinion. Mr. Potter, who started this?"

He glared at Severus and answered, "Snivellus…"

"Who?" I repeated, not accepting how immature James was in this situation.

"Severus Snape!"

"He's lying!" Severus shouted at him.

"Then, Mr. Snape, who started it?" I asked him the same question as calmly as I could.

"It was Potter!" he told me angrily.

I said, "If this is a battle between Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape, then why is Mr. Black and Mr. Regulus Black pointing wands at each other as well?"

"I was trying to defend James from Snivellus!" Sirius explained to me. "But then my brother got involved and…!"

I didn't know who to blame. If I deduct points from Slytherin, it's favoritism. If from Gryffindor, I'm a traitor in the James', Sirius', Remus', and Peter's eyes. What should I do? What should I do?

"14 points from Gryffindor and 14 points from Slytherin!" My voice exited my mouth without croaking.

"What?" Nearly everyone exclaimed.

"Whatever it is, I know that Mr. Snape would never pick a fight with you, Mr. Potter, unless you provoked him," I turned to James, not showing any remorse. "Don't think I don't know about your teasing on Mr. Snape and I won't have that in my classroom. So the 14 points were because of you. The person responsible for the 14 points from Slytherin isn't Mr. Snape but Mr. Regulus Black,"

I continued. "You had no business what-so-ever in joining a fight that has nothing to do with you. Just because you wanted a shot at your older brother for who-knows-what doesn't excuse you from causing more trouble in my class.

"Another incident in this class again and I'll assure you, I won't be kidding around about letting you rot in the Forbidden Forest. Got that?" Silence soothed my ears as I wasn't in a mood to fight and that I was in front of a few students in my second class. "I will give all of you your wands back, but I have no idea which wand belongs with who so you'll have to find it,"

I placed the pile of wands on the desk. "If I hear about any hexing in the hallways or anywhere in and out Hogwarts and it has any connection to any of you, I will destroy your wand and send you a giant Howler to yell at you for the rest of your entire life!"

"Um…Professor Tikame, can I ask you a question?" a first year came up to me.

"Sure. I'll be ready in a minute. Now go! We all still have time until our next class! I have three more classes to teach before the weekend and you've just gotten me more stressed than I wanted to! Now GO!"

Most people would find me crazy taking points away from both Slytherin and Gryffindor houses, but it was the right choice. I'm a Hufflepuff after all; fair and just. A headache was now developed in my head and I have to continue teaching three more bunch of students.

Ugh…almost the weekend…almost the weekend…

"That was bloody hell unfair! It was all Snivellus' fault!" James roared as he marched his way to History of Magic with the others following him.

"Taking my brother's side…does she have any idea what my family is like?" Sirius also roared as loud.

Peter looked at Remus wondering what they should do. Remus didn't answer, but had enough of their arguments.

"…I wonder if she'll catch a hex during breakfast tomorrow…"

"Enough, the both of you!" Remus shouted. Sirius and James looked back at Remus surprised by his outburst.

"What is it, Remus?" James asked wondering what was wrong with him.

"Yeah, Remus. We're going to be late to History of Magic, although I doubt Professor Binns will even notice us gone…" Sirius mumbled the last few words of his sentence.

"Look, you two," Remus started. "I'm not taking either side or anything but she was trying to do the right thing!"

"Remus, you saw it, didn't ya? It was all Snivellus' fault!" James tried to bring him to his side.

"No it wasn't, James. You just picked on Snape for the fun of it. I'm sorry, but you just can't have it all your way!" Remus told him, with a tone in his voice trying to make James forgive him after this. "Professor Tikame was fair in taking points from both houses because you were acting way out of hand! And if you haven't realized it, Sirius, she doesn't have any idea of what your family is like! How would she know? She's not psychic or anything!"

The chime bell rang for the start of the second class and the hallways were completely silent containing an angry Remus and a shocked James, Sirius, and Peter. Remus knew he went too far in telling one of his only friend that he was being a jerk, however, he didn't regret it.

"Remus…" James began but Remus walked past him to get to class.

"James, I think you did go too far…" mumbled Peter.

"Not you too, Peter…" Peter followed Remus down the silent hallway and Sirius and James looked at each other for a moment before following behind.

"Finally! The WEEKEND!" I shouted in joy as my last class prepared to leave the classroom. "What should I eat today? Maybe I could ask Dumbledore to ask the elves to prepare some spaghetti and meatballs…"

"Professor Tikame,"

"Hm?" An unexpected surprise was waiting for me near the entrance of my classroom. "Remus, what are you doing here?"

"May I speak with you through dinner? I just got a fight with my friends, and…" he glanced sadly at floor before looking back up. "I just need someone to talk to right now…"

I was surprised of his current situation right now, but I replied to him, "Sure, Remus. Let me just contact Dumbledore to make sure he gets me my spaghetti and meatballs," I headed out. "Do you want anything? I could get the elves to bring you something,"

"No thank you," he lightly smiled at me. I nodded and headed out for a couple minutes to return with a giant pot of spaghetti and meatballs and a giant plate of cheesecake. I placed them on the floor since the desks were too small and weak to support them.

"So, Remus, what happened with your friends?" I started, scooping out a plate of spaghetti.

"…After the fight…James started to say bad things about you…" Remus drifted off.

"Nay, I'm used to it," I spoke, chewing slowly. "Usually it bothers me, but as long as I daydream of kicking his ass, I'll be okay through the whole year,"

Remus was silent about my answer, but kept on going. "Then Sirius also started to say bad things about you…and then James was thinking of hexing you tomorrow morning-"

"What?" I interrupted. "I have quick reflexes, so if James were to do that, I would just reflect it right back at him. Hmph, I bet he's going to end up with broken bones because of me by the end of this year," Remus resisted a smile from my last remark. As I continued eating, he went on with his story.

"Then I finally had enough with their arguments because it was fair of you to deduct points from both houses since it was James' fault,"

"Or James' big ego,"

"After that I just left them," he finished. "I haven't talked to them since…"

"What about Peter?" I asked.

"Oh, he's not mad," Remus said rather happy about that aspect. "He told me he was going to talk to James and Sirius, so while he does that, I came here..."

I stared at his depressed face, nodding at his situation.

"Don't worry," I told him. "They won't be mad forever. Friends get mad, but the thing is, true friends accept each other for who they are. If that's true with your friends, they'll forgive you or in this case, ask for forgiveness.

"I've learned that friends who really care about you, if you get in a fight with them, they'll seek forgiveness. If you have someone who pretends to be your friend and you guys get in a fight, they'll deem it not worth enough of their trouble and just leave you. So find friends who care about you. They'll stick around longer," Remus stared at me as I munched on a meatball. He sighed and looked towards the entrance.

"Professor Tika…Lizy…right?" he hesitated.

"Lizy's fine by me. Seems no one ever has the guts to call me that, so just call me whatever you like out of class,"

"Well…why didn't you tell us? On the train? About the fact you're our Care of Other Worldly Creatures professor?"

Unable to answer the question due to the food in my mouth, he waited a moment as I swallowed. After my mouth was cleared, I began to explain.

"Well, the subject never actually came up..." I mumbled, taking a bite from her plate. "Are you going to treat me differently because of that?"

"Differently?" Remus stared, confused.

"Well…I am a teacher at the same age as you. Wouldn't you treat me like one of the teachers in and out of the classroom instead of a normal girl when classes are over?" I tried to explain the obvious reason. Remus didn't know how to answer.

"Being a 14-year-old teacher isn't easy, you know. Sure, you get to boss upperclassmen around, but you have no friends. Usually teachers talk with teachers on their free time, but what do I have to say to a 40-80-year-old teacher who talks only about how the time space continuum doesn't have effect between wizards?

"It's hard for a young teacher to be friendly with a student the same age. It's awkward when the teacher has to act like a teacher and not show favoritism. It's easy to do actually, but hard to bear…my friends couldn't come to Hogwarts, so I'm the only one of my kind here,"

"What is your kind?"

"The ignoramus veela kind," He chuckled at my answer which made me smile back.

"Dumbledore encourages me to make some student friends which already sounds awkward when I say it like that..." I sighed. "So far, I only hang out with Dumbledore's pet phoenix, Fawkes, and that annoying Sorting Hat that yells in my ear every two seconds…"

"I could be your friend, Lizy," he told me.

"Huh?"

"Well-If that is alright with you, I mean! And maybe I'll manage to get James and the others to accept you too…That's if…I ever speak to them again…"

"Well, if they don't, I'll kick their asses," I stood up heading towards the giant dessert waiting for me. "If they still don't, you'll always have me. Cheesecake?"

He smiled gladly at my last sentence and nodded. "Sure. A small one please?"

I stared at him in awe. He caught my expression and raised an eyebrow. "Lizy?"

"You didn't just seriously say you only want a small piece of cheesecake," I spoke shocked by the matter.

"Well-"

"How in the world can you just have a small piece of cheesecake? A cheesecake tastes so good that a baby can eat a whole cake! Pregnant women can eat ten in a day! Are you delirious, Remus?"

Remus was on the ground, staring up in fear of my wrath. "Well…I have…never ate cheesecake before…um…Lizy?"

I gasped. "You've never ate cheesecake before? Whaaaaat? Are you serious? How can you not have eaten cheesecake before? That's just-"

The sound of rocking interrupted my outrage. Both Remus and I turned to my desk, and we both saw something squirming on it.

Remus could tell what it was. His face had an expression of a child seeing a ferris wheel for the first time. The child have heard of it, but had never seen one in person. "It's a Pokéball…"

He was right. A regular red and white one. It was wobbling on top of the desk. The motion was more similar of a Pokémon getting captured in a Poké Ball and it has to decide whether to be captured or refused to be. You know, that wobbling motion. I stood up having wiped my mouth with a napkin and approached the desk. The Poké Ball still squirmed in my hand, but the wobbling slowed down once in my grasp. I turned to Remus who had a questioning look on his face to me. I smiled at him.

"Hey, Remus, you wanna have a sneak peak? This chance is only available to my friends."