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

Well then...Test papers. Test papers. Pass. Pass. How did he get this wrong? Oh, well, he passes anyway. Pass. Pass. Test papers…test papers…what…what the…? What kind of answer is thi-!

How do you breed Pokémon? Use any Pokémon you want to show the process if needed.

To breed Pokémon, you must make a Pikachu and a Beedril have **** and **** and then wait until they **** and then a Pichu is born.

What the heck? Waaah…[crushes paper] Who…? [unwraps test in haste]

Name: James Potter 3

[growls] James…

Haha, just kidding. Breeding isn't a thing you can just make happen. A Pokémon egg will usually just appear without knowing and it'll hatch when it's ready. Or you take a Pikachu to a daycare and leave it there with another corresponding Pokémon with it for a while. When you come to pick them up, you might find a Poké-egg. Wow, they work fast if you know what I mean…;)

James…You…WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WRITE THE RIGHT ANSWER AND NOT TORTURE ME BY CORRECTING YOUR TEST, HUH?

"Uh…Lizy?" I lifted my face from James' test paper, almost about to dye the paper in blood just to threaten him when he gets it back, and saw Remus blocking the light into the room.

"Oh, hi, Remus. Something wrong?" I asked, slowing looking back at James' paper which was laughing endlessly towards my current condition. My hallucinations have gone worse it seems to be.

"Nothing. It's just that you gave everyone this week off for correcting test papers that there's really nothing to do until the next class, and I wanted to see how you were doing," he explained, approaching my slouched figure on the floor.

The seats and desks were completely removed from the classroom and stacks of paper surround me from all directions. I could've just moved the stacks further away, but then I'd have to get up to get them back if I needed to.

Bags were clearly seen under my eyes from staring at nothing but papers all yesterday. Yesterday was Tuesday; everyone took the test last Friday. The weekend was a break from work, but since Monday, I've been correcting the tests. This has been torture once I started to correct the third test pile. All I've been doing was correcting and analyzing answers of students, deciding whether they pass or fail.

I haven't even been outside for a while. Just the light that enters the classroom through the huge gap was able to prevent me from burning my eyes when I escaped this giant bat cave. Other than that, I haven't had any contact with the outside world until now.

"I'm doing fine. Just correcting the test papers," I said as if it was no big deal. "What have James and the others doing during this free time?"

"James just being James,"

"Hexing people?"

"More like pranks or jokes really,"

"I'll kill him when he gets back…" I swore while looking back down at his wrinkled test paper having two reasons to kill him.

"Well, he isn't just pranking people. He's also getting ready for Quidditch next month,"

"Quidditch?"

"Yeah, he's Gryffindor's chaser,"

"Oh, wow." I said, looking through other people's tests. Remus watched me as I scanned two tests in my hands at the same time. If you didn't know it, my eyes looked like they were twitching. My eyelids held a constant battle of not closing, but it couldn't be help since I have so much tests to correct. And there was no way that I'll give up my weekend to correcting papers.

"Do you need help?" Remus offered. I looked up at him with tired, twitching eyes and shook my head.

"No, it's okay. I'll be fine," A fake smile appeared on my face. If I wasn't trying to show Remus that I didn't need his help, my eyelids would've stayed glued shut from smiling with my eyes closed in a reassuring manner.

"I'll be fine, don't worry," I yawned and looked down at the papers once more. I could feel his eyes watching me as I corrected people's test. Somehow this made my eyes close more and more each second, but I fought against my tiredness. I needed the help, but I didn't want to give a burden to anybody. He should be hanging out with James and the others, not help a 14-year-old teacher to correct boring old papers.

Then it hit me. Well, it wasn't really a hit, but my head was pushed forward by something that felt like a warm, soft hand. My weak body fell forward due to my tiredness, and just the feeling of my head laid down upon the floor was enough to bring me to my longed sleep.

When my eyes finally opened, I was still too tired to get up. I needed more rest was what I thought, but before I went back to sleep, I saw Remus correcting a test paper on his lap.

"Remus…?" I weakly called. He looked down at me and smiled. If I wasn't so conscious of my surroundings, I would've taken that as a "Everything's okay now go back to sleep," and rest up a little more. I used most of my regained strength to push myself off the floor. Even with myself awake, Remus continued to correct the tests. I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

I told him, "You better not be failing the Slytherins…"

He looked at me with a confused look, but smiled. "I would never do that. James would, but I would not," he marked an A on the test paper with the pink highlighter I was using and moved on to the next test. From what I remembered, the stack of test papers were about 3 feet high. Now, it's 1.5 feet, I guess.

"How long have I've been asleep?" I yawned again.

"About a couple of hours," he answered.

"What?" I stared at him with my tired eyes. "Shouldn't you be in class…"

"Classes ended about an hour ago,"

"Yes, but still…there's no way you could correct half of the stack in an hour…"

"Well, Professor Dumbledore came here while I was beginning to correct papers," he told me, picking up another test paper.

"He did?"

"Yes," he looked at me. "I was about to get up to leave, but Professor Dumbledore allowed me to stay here and correct papers while you were asleep,"

I groaned, not because of what Remus told me about Dumbledore, but because I was still terribly tired. "You didn't have to correct all these papers, you know,"

"I do not mind,"

"But what if you fail a student if they got a question wrong? As long as they know of the basics and they learn from their mistakes, then they pass whether they do bad or good,"

"I am aware of that," I groaned again. Not because of tiredness this time, but because I was still skeptical about Remus correcting all the test papers. I crawled towards the stack of uncorrected papers and snatched one from the top. A purple highlighter magically appeared from under me and I started to correct it. Remus stared at me as I started to mark C's on the correct questions.

"You do not trust me?" I heard him ask. When I looked up, he was smiling at me. I sighed.

"I can't have you do all the work. I'm the teacher here,"

"But we're the same age,"

"But different positions,"

"Only during class," I looked up at him again and sighed even heavier. In silence, we both continued to correct papers.

After ten minutes, Remus heard a thud on the floor. He looked down and saw Lizy, sleeping on the wood floor. Her head was resting on a test paper that she was correcting, but the tiredness got the better of her. She managed to correct about 5 of them in ten minutes including the one she was correcting. Remus smiled and carefully removed the test paper from under Lizy's head. He looked at it and the person who did that test passed.

Remus looked back down at Lizy, and gave a sigh of relief. The two had reached a state of relaxation. Lizy gave in to sleep, and Remus finally got his worrying teacher off his back.