"You wished to see me, Professor Dumbles," Nova said, as she walked into the room. The young lioness did not acknowledge the other occupants of the room, nor had she noticed them. 

"Please sit, Miss Black," Dumbledore said, his electric blue eyes studying her from behind his gold half moon speticles. However kindly Dumbledore intended his words, they were clearly an order. "We have much to discuss."

"Is this about what happened to the Slytherins?" Nova asked, sitting in the chair. Her caramel hair flowed freely down past her shoulderblades. Instead of having curly hair like her father, Sirius, her hair formed slight beach waves. 

"No. What happened with the Slytherins?" Minerva asked. Her emerald green dress ropes, were as usual, in top condition. 

"Nothing you need to worry about, Minnie," Nova assured. "Is this about what will be happening to the Ravenclaw third years tomorrow?"

"No," Dumbledore answered. 

"Is this about the pink skin the Hufflepuffs are sporting?" Nova asked again, confused. 

"No," Lupin answered, shooting Dumbledore a look. It was clear; he was not ready to tell Nova.

"Mr.Chocolate Man!" Nova said excitedly. "My favorite professor! Sorry, Minnie, you are being replaced."

"Miss Black," Minnie warned. 

"Anyways, everyone loves your class Professor Lupin," Nova informed before turning back to Dumbledore. "Is this about Lavender's hair?"

"No. What happened to Miss Brown's hair?" Lupin asked. His robes looked particularly shabby, but Nova didn't care like Malfoy did. She didn't see anything wrong with having financial problems. That was just life. 

"Nothing that's permanent," Nova answered. "Is this about Snape's alternating neon hair?"

"No..." Lupin trailed off, trying to hide his smile. His sandy looked as though it was growing greyer by the second. Nova also noticed he had more scars than he did on the train. 

Nova was silent for a moment, a confused look on her face. 

"Whatever you are about to blame me for," Nova began. "It was Hermione."

Lupin hid his laugh as Minnie suppressed the smile that desperately worked its way on to her face. 

"You aren't in trouble, Miss Black," Dumbledore stated. Nova looked utterly shocked. 

"Oh..." Nova said trailing off. "Then why am I here. I was having a very important and completely civilized discussion with Ron about his ugly ass rat."

"Miss Black watch your language." Lupin corrected, sounding as if scolding a dog for eating his favorite shoe. 

"Now, now, Remus," Minnie began in a teasing tone. "We all know your choice of language is much worse."

"You know, Minerva, I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about," Remus said. His eye grew wide as he realised what he just said. "Shit!"

"Now, now, Mr.Chocolate Man, watch your language," Nova mocked. Remus rolled his eyes, and Minnie let out a small laugh. 

"If we could address the reason Miss Black is present in this room, that would be delightful," Dumbledore said, changing the subject. 

"Why don't you tell us about yourself," Remus said in fear of Dumbledore exposing him. He obviously wanted his daughter, but he needed to sort some things out before telling her. He also wanted to know more about the girl in front of him. 

"Oh." Nova breathed. It was silent for a moment. 

"Do you want my favorite color or my trauma?" Nova asked awkwardly. Remus's left eye was twitching, which went unnoticed by Nova. It was clear he was upset with Dumbledore's decision. "My favorite colors are emerald green and dark red. But like...not together. That's too Christmassy-"

"We did not bring you here to discuss your favorite color, Miss Black," McGonagall cut across the youngest Black's rant. "We wanted to know how you are doing with the whole situation."

"What situation..." Nova asked before realizing what she was referring to. "Oh! You mean how I'm doing about Daddy dearest escaping prison to murder my best friend and potentially kidnap or murder me! I'm good."

"'Good'?" Remus asked. 

"Yeah. It's considered an adjective, adverb, and noun, depending on how you use it. However, in this case, it is a adjective and adverb. It generally means you are in a decent state. Therefore, I am in a decent state." 

"Thank you for the grammar lesson, Miss Black. However, we want to know what's happening right now," Dumbledore said. 

"Well, Ron and Hermione are fighting about their pets. I personally think the rat should just die or something. The thing always hated me and gives me the creeps. Also, there is obvious sexual tension between Ron and Hermione. They need a good snog, and I can be on my merry way," Nova said. Remus smiled, but Minerva pursed her lips. Dumbledore seemed to be absorbing her every word. 

"We did not bring you here to gossip," Minerva stated.

"So you don't wanna know about George and Lilly, the Hufflepuff?" Nova asked, raising her eyebrow. 

"What's happening with George and Lilly?" Dumbledore asked. 

"Well, Fred and I were looking for George because we were totally not planning a prank. We used our....tool...to find him. When we did, we found him and Lilly snogging in a broom closet. It's weird they are both like my older siblings. Lilly always helps me with my herbology since I'm rubbish at it. She also showed me a pencil yesterday. It was really cool." Nova rambled. "George is always there when I need a good laugh. Besides, we totally don't plan pranks together. They are like my older siblings. Wait! Does that make it incest?"

"No that would not be," Remus answered.

"Good. That's really good. I totally ship them." Nova stated, leaning back in the chair again. 

"Miss Black, how are you doing with school?" Minerva asked. 

"Well, I'm passing," Nova answered. "Harry fears going to divination, worried the bug eyed bi-I mean lady is gonna predict his death again. Speaking of that class, I plan on dropping out. I dunno when, but I plan to. I think I'll wait to make a dramatic exit..."

"Why wouldn't you just leave?" A portrait on Dumbledore's wall asked. In fact, all the portraits seemed interested in what Nova had to say. She figured it was because there wasn't much going on. What do they talk about? Dumbledore advertising for whatever he puts in his beard?

"It matches my aesthetic," Nova informed. "Anyways, Snape's a git. I don't think he is particular fan of what happened with Nevile's boggart, but that's his problem. I found it particularly delightful. As much as I love Hagrid, I'm not particularly fond of his new creatures, flobberworms. I wish we could work with dragons. That would be fun."

"What about the students?" 

"Well...there are boys and girls. They are sorted into four different houses based on what they value most and their personality. They are sorted by an old hat. The ages range from eleven to eighteen-" Nova began to explain. 

"How are the students here?" Remus asked. Nova knew he meant how are they treating her. However, she was never one to make things easy. 

"Well...when a mummy and daddy love each other very much, they do this dance. And this dance creates this alien called a fetus inside the mummy's tum-" Nova began to explain in a soft voice, as if she were explaining to a young child. 

"Miss Black!" Minnie interrupted, her stern face was soft but showed irritation at Nova's determination to make things difficult. "We meant to ask how they were treating you."

"Fine." Nova answered sternly. "Well, to be honest, I don't give a shit about what they think about me. They can keep running their mouths about things that are clearly false. As long as it isn't a direct insult towards one of friends, they can be on their merry little way."

The three adults stared at the girl shocked by her change in attitude. 

"Now, if you three don't mind, I'm going to find something more productive and interesting to do. It would be wise for you to focus your efforts on catching the man who is after my best friend instead of worrying about my well-being. I didn't have anyone before, and I certainly don't need it now." Nova spoke before leaving the room, not waiting to be dismissed. 

"Well..." Dumbledore said, his purple robes ruffling as he stood. "That was entertaining."

"You don't say," Remus said sarcastically before leaving. 

As Remus Lupin walked through that halls of the castle, he was reminded of his days here as a student. 

He remembers pulling James along seeing as he was too caught up in lovingly looking at Lily Evans. 

He remembers sneaking with Peter down to the kitchens. 

He remembers rolling his eyes and turning a blind eye as Sirius shamelessly flirted with anything with a pulse, mostly females. 

He remembered the days he was confused about his anger when he caught Sirius hooking up with a random person in a broom closet. 

He remembers sneaking with Lily back to the Common Room after a late night of studying in the library. 

He remembers watching James get rejected almost daily. 

He remembers the day Lily finally agreed to date James. He also remembers himself, Sirius, and Peter following them around all day, making sure it went well. He also remembers running into Marlene, Alice, Mary, and Dorcas doing the exact same thing.

He remembers the day Peter came back from the Christmas holidays, particularly shaken in seventh year. 

He remembers when he and Sirius finally admitted their feelings for each other. Once they finally admitted it, James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Alice, Mary, and Dorcas entered the room with yells of cellebration. Angry huffs circled the room as Lily collected the coins with a smirk. 

He remembers being the mastermind behind half the Marauders' pranks. 

He remembers doing small pranks (like hexing someone's hair pink) and blaming James or Sirius, depending upon which one he saw first. 

As Remus walked into his office, something fell on his head. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was liquid. 

"Fucking shit!" Remus yelled. He caught three retreating figures laughing as they ran. Two were tall and had red hair. One was short with golden-caramel hair. Fred. George. Nova. 

"That's what you get, Mr.Lupin," Minerva laughed from behind him with a smirk. 

"For all the mayhem I caused with James, Sirius, and Peter? Trust me I know." Remus mumbled. He lifted a hand to touch what substance fell on his head. It was chocolate. 

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you, Remus," McGonagall informed her colleague, her ex-student. "They are amazing with charms and potions. Last year, they slipped Lockheart something that made his hair and skin purple for a week." 

Both teachers laughed. 

"Thanks, Minerva," Remus murmured, turning back to his office. A smirked formed on his face as he thought about the treasure that awaited Minerva. 

As Minerva walked into her room, she knew something was going to happen. As she took a step towards her desk, it instantly turned into a cat tree. Every single piece of furniture turned into a cat tree as she approached it. 

"Haha. Very funny, Remus," Minerva muttered to herself, before turning everything back to its original state. "We'll see how much you like pay back. You aren't a student anymore. I'm at complete liberty to prank you back."

A malicious smile formed on her face.