the_debt_of_time

McGonagall pulled a few strings—mostly out of curiosity—and Mia was soon looking
forward to breaking her previous record.
The last O.W.L. to be taken was Defence Against the Dark Arts. After Professor
Higgs was arrested months earlier for his participation in Greyback's attempt at kidnapping
Remus, the class had been taken over by Professors Flitwick and McGonagall for the fifth
and seventh years only—in order to prepare for their O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s—while the
rest of the students were dismissed from their end of year exams in Defence.
All fifth years flooded into the Great Hall to take their exam, and Mia laughed when
Professor Flitwick purposely separated the Marauders by several seats.
Sirius was seated several chairs behind James, with Remus two seats to the right of
him. Peter got stuck in the back of the room between the Carrow twins, who kept
whispering to him. Mia sat between Lily and Mary with Alice and Frank behind them, and
from the looks of the test that was put before them, establishing the A.D. had been
an incredibly good idea.
Mia finished her exam in record time, smirking as she glanced around the room to
see that every other member of the A.D.—save for Peter, who was chewing his fingernails
and staring down at his paper, anxiously scuffing the ground with his toes—had also
finished quickly. In the corner of the room, she saw Snape's hand flying across his
parchment, his black curtain of greasy hair shrouding his face.
"Five more minutes!" Professor Flitwick announced.
Mia rolled her eyes at her brother, who was dangerously leaning back in his chair.
He yawned loudly, and began ruffling his hair, making it look worse than ever. He turned
around in his seat to make eye contact with Sirius, who was leaning his chair back on two
legs as well, grinning and giving James a thumbs up.
Mia chuckled quietly, imagining how the boys would react if she could tip their
chairs over from across the room. She frowned at the sight of a nervous Remus, who—
though clearly done with his exam—was looking over his answers. She made a quick "Pst!"
sound and caught his attention. She raised a brow at him, and he smirked at her, shrugging
his shoulders and lowering his quill in surrender.
As though Remus Lupin wouldn't pass his Defense O.W.L. with flying colours.
"Quills down, please!" Professor Flitwick squeaked. "That means you too, Stebbins!
Please remain seated while I collect your parchments! Accio!" Rolls of parchment zoomed