Well, basically this happens when I am not able to focus seriously when I am searching for new ideas, so don´t worry/wonder about the randomness of these chapters ^^

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Rolanda was in a good mood as she made her way over the snowy grounds of Hogwarts castle. Christmas holidays had just begun, the students had departed with the Hogwarts Express only minutes ago, but as soon as the train had left the station of Hogsmeade a wonderful peace had started to rise. Even as a teacher who liked to work with the young witches and wizards, everyone of the staff loved the holidays when nobody would disturb them.

The Quidditch stadium was Rolanda´s destination – the pitch had been transformed into a ice skating rink by Dumbledore on the occasion of the Yule Ball and she had not found a opportunity to have a skate until now because the students had crowded the rink, obviously thrilled about Dumbledore´s idea. She had welcomed this idea as well, even though the pitch was precious to her, but she had trust into Albus magical abilities and additionally, she could have her fun too.

As she entered the stadium and her gaze wandered over the ice her jaw dropped by the sight. Severus Snape was there, skating on his own. This fact alone was already surprising her, but one thing was far more concerning: he wore a barely fitting tutu and a tiara while he semi-elegantly danced to the music of Tchaikovsky´s Swan Lake, making a dramatic face while singing along, even the high-pitched tunes – to conclude, he looked as if he had escaped from St. Mungo´s closed section.

She could not do anything else then to stare in this unreal situation. Severus Snape was not someone who would do something like figure skating, he would never even think about wearing a blindingly pink tutu – had someone used the Imperius curse on him? How she wished she had a camera right now so she could make a picture... but at least she had this memory, she would make sure to borrow Albus' pensieve and show this moment to Minerva.

"Rolanda! Look at me! I am graaaaaceful!", Severus chanted in a high-pitched tone as he passed her on the ice, then performing a single axel jump and Rolanda felt a little bit reminded of Gilderoy Lockhart. "How do you like my interpretation?!"

Rolanda blushed, then she started to laugh. Severus stopped in front of her, making the ice spurt. He looked at her with a dark gaze, now looking like his usual self.

"You are laughing about me? Pah, you are jealous because you Quidditch players are anything but graceful! I am the best Swan you ever saw!", Severus said slightly arrogant, throwing his hair back.

"Yeah, Ice Queen... you are the best..."

"Watch me! I am great!", Severus grinned, then skated on, starting a spin.

"Rolanda? Rolanda, wake up", a dark voice snarled suddenly and Rolanda slowly opened her eyes, looking into the face of Severus Snape.

"Huh, w-what?"

She turned her head a bit to see if they were still in the Quidditch stadium, but instead of the ice and the ranks she saw the worried faces of her colleagues and the staff room in the background. Sleep was still present in her brain as she straightened up her body, stretching it a bit and she shot Severus a glance through her half-opened eyes, yawning:"You really need to practice that layback spin, Severus... And that tutu was to tight."

Severus looked completely clueless and obviously concerned about her sanity while Albus chortled amused.