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I didn't break anything of yours!

Not that. This! *she gestures vaguely to their surroundings*

You'll never be too old Prof!

That's very sweet Teddy, but, unfortunately, also very untrue.

Not so, I've heard the stories, you'll never me old cause you've got a young spirit.

You know, they do say that children keep you young - though in retrospect I'm almost certain that whoever coined that phrase never met an actual child.

You'll always be young at heart. I saw you watching the matches at school.

*small laugh* Yes, Quidditch is one of my favorite pastimes. Sadly, it's not a sport one can play at my age, but I'm so fond of it that watching is almost just as good. Almost.

Nothin like being up there on a broom is there.

*she gives him a small, reserved smile* Nothing else in the world can compare.

Professor, do you ever regret never getting married?

*she blinks at the sudden change in subject matter, pausing a moment* Not that it's anyone's business but mine... No, Mr. Lupin, I don't regret it in the least. It's hard to be lonely with more than 400 children to take care of.

Just wondering. You're nice and always looked out for us. But then I suppose you loved the holidays where you could be alone.

The only holiday that got lonely was summer. The castle is rather dreary without its students.

I could always come and bug you sometime during the summer if you like. Sorta miss school, it...it reminds me of my folks.

I wouldn't mind that at all, Teddy. Just be sure and send an owl before you show up on our doorstep. We can have tea, or take a walk.

I would really like that, thanks.

Fancy an anti-aging potion?

We've been meaning to test it out on old people *smiles*

*grimacing slightly, but otherwise ignoring the comment on her age* Thank you, boys, but I think I'll pass. Being young is much too... torrid for my tastes.

*just laughs*

Yes, keep laughing Mr. Black. Part of this is your fault, you know. Chasing after you took ten years out of me - and I only had you for seven!

You, my dear McGonagall? Never. You are far too youthful -- ravishing, even -- to even think of saying such slander!

*trying to look stern, but failing miserably for the ill-concealed smile on her face* That will do, James. Are you in some kind of trouble you're counting on me to get you out of, or are you just feeling unusually poetic today?

*grins* I think it's the poetic part, really. Moony's books finally got to me.

Well I'll be sure to thank Mr. Moony for the public service he's performed. Why don't you go smother your dear wife with all those poetic feelings?

She'd probably smack me. *cheerful* But you, o darling of my heart, I know you would never!

*still trying and failing not to smile* I said that will do, James. Off with you. Leave me in peace, for once.