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"Tired" was a word that is always connected to Mondays. If it isn't Monday, it's Tuesday. If it isn't Tuesday, it's Wednesday. Eventually, we should just get rid of work and school altogether. However, this wasn't the day to think about that. Today was part 1 of the Two-day Review for the one and only Pokémon exam. In Muggle School, some people don't even bother asking questions, but in magic school…oh yeah. Lots of questions.

"Professor Tikame!"

"I'm coming!" I ran to the other side of the classroom.

"I need help on this concept!"

"On my way!" I told her.

"How many levels can a Pokémon evolve?"

"Uhh...in the games, until it gets to 100!" I answered.

"How many Poké Balls can you have at a time?"

"Empty or captured Pokémon?" I yelled.

"Empty!"

"Then as many as you can have!" I jogged to another girl.

"What if you ran out of room?"

"Then you have to put them in-" I ran out of breathe and had to catch up on my breathing.

"How are you doing?" Remus asked me, looking over his notes.

"Don't you see me panting and sweaty like a slave in September here?"

"Do you need help?"

"Professor Tikame, if this Pokémon and that Pokémon had babies, would they produce an ugly breed that looks just like you?"

"Oh shut up, James!" I snapped at him, before exercising some more.

James, Sirius, and Peter were able to make it up to Remus and me. But they still don't have enough guts to treat me like an actual 14-year-old, being a teacher and all.

"Huh?" I turned my back for one second and James Potter was snoozing on his desk. With a prepared wrapped newspaper roll, I angrily smacked him awake with my viscous alarm system.

"Ow, ow, ow! Bloody hell! Why did you do that for?" James grasped his throbbing head.

"This review isn't a time for you to sleep on your lazy ass, Mr. Potter!" I shouted at him.

The bell chime rang and everyone started to pack up. "Wednesday is another review day, so prepare your questions for Wednesday because I won't answer those who don't bother on the day of the test!

"Oh, Mr. Potter, are you free after dinner?" I asked him before he left. Everyone was speechless towards my smiling face.

"Uh…sorry…Professor Slughorn already has me for tonight," James replied shocked by the proposal.

"No, not a date!" I told him, wacking him on the head with the newspaper roll like a baby would with its curiosity. "I meant to ask you…how about we have a battle tonight? You know, student against teacher in this room," He stood speechless at my non-date proposal as well. "The desks would be cleared, of course. You told your friends you wanted to hex me…so why not when you actually have my permission?"

"Lizy, what are you planning?" Remus interrupted my crazy plan.

"Don't worry, Remus. I can beat her," James smirked at me.

"Hahaha! With that level of power? You don't stand a chance!" I warned him. "You'll be hanged just like this kid who got sassy with me. Hanged him by his underwear. And he was wearing briefs. Ouch. A long, tight journey I made him go through,"

"That's unless, I, James Potter, the guardian of Gryffindor House, hangs you first!" he declared.

"Don't say what you can't perform! See you after dinner! I'll inform Professor Slughorn about our match so don't worry!" My eyes were locked with ones filled with strong phoenix flames. It was getting interesting, but I knew James Potter couldn't beat me. I was too strong.

"James!" My hug was stopped by a point of a long wand. He stood there at the door entrance with a ready stance.

"Alright. This will be an easy battle!" he chirped.

"Well, wait. We still need to go through the stakes, don't we?"

"Oh right," The room was much bigger than thought of. After everything was cleared of the room, the classroom actually looked like the size of a ballroom. Behind James were the rest of the Marauders as well as a bunch of others. It seems word travels fast whether it's muggle or magic school. There were a huge bunch of Slytherins as well, expecting the great James Potter to get beaten by the teacher. Though I could sense some think I would be defeated. As James and I arrived at the center of the "ballroom," I started listing the stakes.

"If I win, you and the rest of your friends have to call me Lizy and not Professor Tikame during class and out of class and you have to follow all of my orders during class," I pitched.

"Alright, but if I win, we get to do anything in your class for the whole school year," he pitched back.

"I doubt Dumbledore would allow that," I said to him.

"Fine. Then we don't have to take the test on Friday," he re-suggested

"Alright. I guess that is okay, suggesting that you'll lose," I smirked with confidence.

"There's no way I'll lose to a girl," he told me.

"You don't think girls can be better than boys in magic?" I asked him with an innocent voice.

"Of course not!" he grinned. I smiled at his response.

"Well then…let's see what we get…" I mumbled to myself. Amongst the crowd around the two of us, there were a few teachers together. Some had worried faces and some were nagging at Professor Dumbledore who was getting a front row seat.

"Professor Dumbledore, you can't actually be serious!" Professor McGonagall asked him in utter shock. "Letting Elizabeth battle Mr. Potter, how can you allow them to do so?"

Dumbledore looked up at her with calm blue liquid eyes, explaining in such a sophisticated manner that even the idea sounded not as crazy. "Elizabeth knows the limits of harming a student. She is aware she is not to hurt Mr. Potter and I know she won't deal as much damage to him as to her foes. Besides, Mr. Potter needs to be disciplined a little and this will give a good example to the students to show what will happen if you misbehave. Well…at least when Elizabeth's involved,"

Professor McGonagall didn't reply to his explaining, but stared worried at the two 14-year-old kids standing just a few feet from them.

"Alright, Dumbledore, let's start!" I cheered.

Dumbledore nodded towards my enthusiasm. "The rules! Spells or attacks," he added, winking at me. "made by any of the competitors must not hit anyone part of the audience! They must not also damage anything that can not by undone! Mr. Potter is allowed to throw any spells he pleases as long as it doesn't break any of the rules I just announced! Hexes are allowed as well, but no bloodshed is allowed during this fight. Lost of consciousness, fractures, and stripping the opponent…"

A grin appeared on my face. "...are allowed though. No hand-to-hand combat is allowed either. They must be spells or attacks, but they can not be physical. The end of the match will be decided when one of the competitors forfeit, one loses consciousness, or one is unable to perform magic or attacks! If nobody has any questions, the two competitors, please draw your wands!"

The audience literally took 10 steps away from the both of us as we drew our wands. Well, James already had his out. I took out mine from my side pouch. The wand was longer than the average pencil and reflected a black light. It was pure black but had a few white specks on it. The tip of the wand was slanted while the base of the wand was rounded. It was smooth like a new desk top, no twists or turns or any fancy design. Just pure, smooth, flat wood.

I prepared myself and stared at James with an almost serious, but exciting face. The same as my opponent. Remus, however, was watching at front row next to Dumbledore and he didn't look excited at all. He was nervous about the outcome of the match. He knew James wouldn't hold back, but would he win against a teacher? They are the same age, but their positions were completely different. Peter was cheering for James along with a bunch of other Gryffindors. Sirius was giving James pep talks from the sidelines.

"Are both the competitors ready?" Dumbledore announced. We didn't look away at each other, but merely smiled even wider which clearly told Dumbledore the answer.

"Begin!"

"Expelliarmus!" James shouted towards Lizy's direction. Her eyes widened as if she didn't expected anything and she quickly ran the other direction before the spell even caught up to her. "Hey! What are you doing running away?"

The crowds separated as Lizy ran to the other side of the battleground. James ran after her in full sprint, the audience following right after to get a closer view. Except for Dumbledore, who just sat in his chair with a smile on his face. "You never did like quick fights,"

"Come back here, coward!" he shouted at her as she almost reached the end of the room. But what every one saw wasn't what they expected. One would think Lizy would stop at the wall and turn around to face James, but instead, she kicked the wall and flipped into the air.

"What?" James shouted in surprise as he stopped when Lizy flipped into the air.

"Stupefy!" her wand shot a red bolt of lightning, missing James by a couple of feet.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Sirius yelled, seeing James almost hit.

"That isn't a regular stupefy…" Remus said, astonished.

"James! You can beat her! Go, James!" Peter cheered as James pointed his wand at Lizy who was still in midair.

A spell was shot and absorbed into Lizy's legs with a white glow. When she landed on her knee, James had a look of victory on his face. People watched as she took a couple of breathes before standing upright before James. "Crap, that jinx didn't work?" The jinx casted upon Lizy's legs was the Jelly Legs Jinx which was to prevent her from moving, however, clearly, in front of James' eyes, her legs were able to lift her weight off the ground.

"Expelliarmus!" Not only did James' wand jump out of his grip, James' was sent backwards by a very strong force caused by the spell. Quickly, he gets up to pick up his wand before Lizy came at him with another spell.

"Impedimenta!"

"Protego!"

"Crap!" Lizy hissed as her attack was dispelled and reflected back at her. Managing to dodge the rebounded spell, she tries to think of another spell. Come on, Lizy, think of another spell…!

"Diffindo!"

"What?" Rips started to appear on Lizy's clothes as if some force was slashing at her, just not at her flesh. "Finite!

"What the heck are you doing, James? Are you trying to strip me or something?" Lizy literally screamed from the other side of the room.

James merely started to mess up his hair which made stupefied expressions appear on his friends' faces. "It's not against the rules according to Professor Dumbledore! And don't say you didn't want to show off your naked body to the most devilishly handsome Chaser in Gryffindor. I am James Potter, after all," he winked, causing his friends and Lizy to sigh towards his "coolness."

"James, I am this close to kicking your ass," she said to him, twitching.

"Then prepare my seat ready with a soft pillow tomorrow because I will be sleeping peacefully not taking the test if you do! Remember, physical attacks aren't allowed!"

"Who says I'm gonna kick your ass during this fight?" I looked at him with a calm, dull look.

"A teacher is not allowed to torture their students!"

"Dumbledore," I called upon to my left.

He nodded and said to James, "Elizabeth is allowed to torture students if for a reasonable purpose,"

"What?"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Hey!" James shouted, managing to keep his grip tight on his wand.

"Just kidding~" I laughed.

"No fair!"

"Who said I was fair?" she shrugged. "Besides, it was kinda true, so technically, Dumbledore wasn't lying,"

"What? Is that true, Professor Dumbledore?" James questioned.

"Depends on what your definition of 'torture' is, Mr. Potter," A smile appeared on both Dumbledore's face and Lizy's face.

"You really can't resist me, can you?" James pouted.

"Yeah right. Too much of James' Potter's ego has just gone up 3 inches up my-"

"Elizabeth," Dumbledore interrupted her sentence. Lizy crossed her arms in annoyance and thought, Maybe I should use the silencing spell on him (James)?

"Hey, you're the one who said we should be friends, so we should at least act like friends," he smirked.

"I said no such thing," replied Lizy. "I said you should call me by my nickname 'Lizy.' I didn't say anything about being friends. Unless you count being my slave as a friend…"

"Remus told us about how lonely you were being the only 14-year-old teacher in Hogwarts and I must say, you need a friend. Don't lie," he said to her.

"Big mouth," Lizy pouted, saying it loud enough so Remus could hear her.

"What?" Remus was shocked at Lizy's words. Sirius, who was watching the fight next to Peter, looked down at the confused Remus. Then he looked back up at Lizy.

"Remus," he called.

"Huh? What is it, Sirius?" he looked up at Sirius.

"Professor Tika…no…Lizy," he corrected himself even though no one won the fight yet. "Was she really that lonely being a teacher here at Hogwarts?"

Remus was surprised by Sirius' interest in Lizy, but told him, "Well, she wasn't that emotional about it. She just told me that it was lonely not having anyone to talk to besides Professor Dumbledore's pet phoenix and the Sorting Hat because she's a teacher and all,"

"Isn't the Sorting Hat supposed to be making up a new song for next year?"

"I have no idea. All I know from Lizy is that the Sorting Hat screams in her ears every two seconds," Remus looked back towards the fight.

"Elizabeth has become very lonely ever since returning to unknown faces,"

Remus, Sirius, and Peter turned their attention towards Dumbledore who was watching the match with a smile. "Elizabeth has this low self esteem about her, not having the confidence to speak out in the fear of a person being offended by her. Though teaching brings out her strong side, outside of class is what Elizabeth has difficulty with.

"She's scared to offend anyone by her words, thinking the first impression is always important. Sure, that person may not even remember her the next day, but she'll remember how embarrassing she made herself look. It sort of the way how you feel, Mr. Lupin," Remus looked surprised at what Dumbledore said. Then Dumbledore continued on.

"This battle between her and Mr. Potter has been the most fun time she's had since she returned here at Hogwarts, but it will only last in a such short amount of time,"

"Professor Dumbledore," Peter started. "On the first day of school, you said that Professor Tikame was an old friend of yours. She's only 14-years-old, so how can she have been an old friend to you?"

Dumbledore didn't reply, but concentrated his attention on the match going right in front of him. With the silence filling the conversation, Peter, Sirius, and Remus looked back at the match, which so far, had no winner.

A much more excited expression spread across Lizy's face. She quickly shouted at James, "Confundo!"

"Confringo!" A huge explosion erupted between the two colliding spells. James was able to hold his ground, however Lizy fell onto the ground, losing her wand.

"My wand!" she searched on the floor. The wand was about 10 feet away from her and James grinned.

"I got you!" Lizy got up to grab her wand, but James was about to cast the finishing blow.

"Lizy, give up!" Remus shouted at her.

"Not yet!" she told him.

"It's too late! You can't make it!" Sirius yelled.

"You don't forfeit? Then I guess this match won't end until I knock you unconscious! Everte Statum!" he casted a giant wave of force after her.

"Lizy!" She stopped one or two feet away from the wand and faced the spell, unarmed.

"What are you doing? Grab your wand! Hurry!" Sirius shouted.

The giant wave arrived a couple feet from Lizy, and as it came closer, Lizy's eyes widened, turning to a blood red. With her index finger and her middle finger together, pointed directly to James, she directed a shot of red lightning to slice the force in half and hit James' through the shoulder.

"James!"

"Ugh…!" He fell to ground, breathing heavily as he stared at the ceiling, sweating like crazy. When Lizy walked towards James, Sirius and Peter and some of the teachers prepared to stop her, but Dumbledore stood up first, not stopping Lizy as she walked past him.

"The winner of the match is Professor Elizabeth Tikame!" Dumbledore announced as Lizy leaned over James' heavily breathing body.

"The winner of the match is Professor Elizabeth Tikame!" I looked down at James' as he greeted me with either a grin or gritted teeth.

"Didn't I tell you I would win?" I told him as everyone started to crowd around him.

"No fair. That last attack wasn't a spell!" he looked at me, exhausted.

"As I said before, who said I was fair? And if I remember correctly, Dumbledore said we are allowed to use spells or attacks, and if I remember correctly, that wasn't physical, and it was an attack,"

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Madam Boxxs appeared from the crowd, rushing towards my defeated opponent. She gasped at the sight on the fallen James Potter. "Dear me! Elizabeth, doing this to Mr. Potter-"

"At least I didn't make him unconscious, Madam Boxxs," I told her.

"It's always 'At least' this, 'At least' that with you! What will you then when you actually kill someone?" she asked as she examined James' panting body.

"'At least he's out of his misery,'" My snicker was silenced by Madam Boxxs' stern glare. Not by anger, but by pure better judgment.

Madam Boxx started to lift James up by her shoulder and turned to me. Obviously I knew what she was trying to tell me by looking at me, but my brain couldn't register it in my brain causing Madam Boxxs to shout out, "Good heavens, child! Come help me with Mr. Potter!"

"Oh, okay!" I answered, walking towards the other side of James' and supporting the right side of his body with my shoulder.

"Alright, when we get to the hospital wing, we have to check if there are any wounds located on Mr. Potter's body," Madam Boxxs said to me as we started heading out the door.

"But my last attack didn't cause any physical damage. It just causes internal bleeding…"

"Internal what?" Both her and James shouted directly in my ear.

"I was joking…I just wanted to use the term internal bleeding…internal frustration didn't sound as good…geez…you British people can't take a joke…" I grumbled.

"Well, for one thing, Elizabeth, British people can kick Americans' asses, so keep your mouth shut!" Madam Boxxs snapped.

"Wow…that almost sounded like a threat if it wasn't for the Revolutionary War…"

"I'll have you know that we British people just got fed up with all the fighting and thought it wasn't worth fighting little colonists so we just decided to give you Americans your freedom! Honestly, we thought you folks weren't going to make it the first week and return begging for your king back!"

"Wow…that almost sounded like a threat if America didn't become the biggest country slash spark in the whole entire world…"

"America isn't the biggest country in the whole world! Are you mad?"

"I know, but I didn't know how else to describe it…maybe the most 'successed' country in the world…better than Great Britain…"

"Do you want to hustle with me, young lady?" Madam Boxxs stopped right in front of the infirmary.

"Uhh…Madam Boxxs…" James started.

"I mean I love Britain's fish and chips but we got fried clams!" I bragged in Madam Boxxs' face.

"Uhh…Lizy…"

"What is with you and fried clams, huh, Elizabeth? It's always 'fried clams' this and 'fried clams' that! I wonder how much more fried clams you're going to eat before you become a bloated whale!"

"Wow…that almost sounded like a threat-"

"That's it!"

"LIZY! MADAM BOXXS!" The two of us looked down to my hands around James' neck and Madam Boxxs' fist clenched around a broken pair of glasses.

"Oh, sorry, dear!" Madam Boxxs made an embarrassed face. "Let's bring him to an empty bed,"

"Okay! Hey, James, what happened to your glasses?" I looked at him with a sly expression. He stared at me, knowing I knew all along what happened to them and I was just rubbing it in his face.

"It got eatened by an ugly monster," he said sarcastically. "Hopefully it'll reappear in your sh-"

"Mr. Potter!" Madam Boxxs smacked James' head with a thermos before he finished his sentence. "Drink this. It's pumpkin juice. The attack Professor Tikame used didn't leave any physical wounds, but you will feel tired and exhausted the rest of the day. So I recommend for you to stay in bed and if you need to, I'll inform the teachers that you'll be out of class tomorrow,"

"Alright," James nodded, taking in a huge glass of pumpkin juice down his throat.

"Elizabeth, you stay here and watch Mr. Potter while I await the giant mob that will be checking to see if Mr. Potter's alright," Madam Boxxs smiled.

"Alright," I nodded, taking a seat beside James' bed side. "So how are you?"

"You really need to ask that?" James asked me, finishing his cup and started pouring in a new glass.

"Well, it avoids awkward silences so I think I do need to," I said. James smiled at me and took another sip of pumpkin juice.

"That was one nice battle,"

"Kinda boring though,"

"What?"

"If no restrictions were made at the beginning of the match, you would end up in a bloody pulp by now and had to regrow your bones, your skin, and your internal organs," I said, taking a sip of an unknown dark liquid from my own cup.

"Where did that cup come from?" James interrupted the flow of the conversation.

"It's grape juice. I despise anything made of pumpkin," I answered. "It just doesn't taste right unless it's cheesecake probably. Want some?"

"No thanks," he denied my offer. I shrugged and took another sip. The conversation was at a dead end and the whole hospital wing was only filled with sounds of sips and slurps.

"Are you gonna be studying while you're in here?" I tried to break the silence. He looked back up at me. "Because I doubt you'll do that, and the test is coming soon. You'll probably be going out to hex Snape during class. If you do, I'll hunt you down!"

He grinned. "That's only if you can catch me first!"

"Wow…that almost sounded like a threat if I hadn't beaten you to a sweaty pulp…"

"Will you stop with that tone of voice?" he shouted, making me laugh at his reaction.

"You know…for a teacher…you're pretty cool and fun to be around,"

"And for a student, you're an obnoxious brat who has a big, fat ego the size of a blimp,"

"Don't push it. I already said I'll be your friend,"

"I didn't ask for your friendship,"

"I didn't need a request,"

"Then I'll be your friend,"

"Are we in agreeance?"

"Yup,"

"Then it's settled! We're friends," James grinned, making me grin too.

"Well, I gotta go," I said, standing up. "Three more days until the test. Better study up. And don't think you can disrupt my class again after the wager we had for the match,"

"That reminds me, how did you reflect my spell without a wand?" he asked me.

"It's a secret," I answered, smiling at his disappointment.

"What are you?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head. "You're only 14-years-old, you're a professor, and you have…let's say, a 'mysterious power,'. What do you call that?"

"A ignoramus of a veela," I quickly replied. James started to burst out laughing, and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Strange...Remus reacted the same exact way…Wah! That reminds me! I forgot to pick up my wand from the match!"

"How could you forget your wand? A wizard never forgets it,"

"Well, when you have an angry nurse screaming at you, you tend to forget things!" I ran towards the door. "Eek!" The door suddenly burst open which I managed to dodge being hit in the face.

"Oh, Lizy, did we scare you?" Remus appeared in my eyesight. I blinked a couple of times before covering up my shocked face with a happy expression.

"No, the door just almost slammed into my face, that's all! Look, I gotta go, I need to find something," I started to leave.

"Were you looking for this?" Sirius showed me what I was looking for.

"My wand!"

"You left it after the match. A wizard should never forget his wand, no matter what," he smiled at me.

"And what kind of veela forgets her wand, Sirius?" James' voice sounded from behind me.

"Oh, shut up, James! We've already concluded that I'm a stupid veela, so shut up! I even admit it!" I snapped back to the pumpkin-juice-drinking James. "Thanks, Sirius. Look, I gotta go anyway. See you guys on Wednesday! Oh, and James!"

"What?"

"Remember when I told you about the guy I hung by his briefs?"

"Whatever you do, it won't work. I wear boxers," he said proudly, taking in a big gulp of pumpkin juice.

"Makes them easier to fall off though..."

"What?" I heard the spit-take took place.

"The thing is..." I began, giggling as James wiped his chin of pumpkin juice.

"What is it?" My response to him was one that made both him and Sirius smirk.

"It was a Slytherin,"