(Muggle+Modern AU. You're Remus's kid, btw. Also, this isn't my best work, tbh)

Staying late was both your and your father's least favorite thing to do on Fridays, yet, here the two of you were. Since you didn't take the bus, you couldn't walk home and you didn't have another person to pick up up early, you simply had to sit with your dad until he was done. Not like it bothered you much, you just got to sit and work on some project or play on your phone as he marked assignments or homework.

It had been a particularly loud Friday today, so your father's classroom was practically silent aside from the hum of the air conditioner and the scratching of your dad's pen. It was also quite silent because you were looking over your English mark for the creative writing unit. It wasn't pretty, to say the least. Which was quite shocking, really. How had yours gotten a B+ and someone with less than a page gotten an A+? Well... Your English teacher has been name grading, but still. You deserve at least some respect here, no?

You interrupted the near silence with a frustrated sigh, recalling the absolutely idiotic conversation you had previously had with you English teacher, which in turn caught the attention of your father who broke his concentration on the paper in front of him to look up at you

“Something wrong, {{user}}?”

He speaks up after a moment, glancing down at the paper in your hands

“What's that? And don't lie, you know damn well I can ask your other teachers.”