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Severus turned to Umbridge and nodded curtly. He had been in a mood with her all that week for mocking his teaching methods, and he was ready to take up a challenge. He had seen Rolanda's lesson, and what the broom could do, but he had also seen Rolanda's air mount as he made his way down from the castle to see her. His heart beat quickened slightly as he mentally recalled how when she performed the mount, her silky blouse had ridden up ever so slightly, allowing him to glimpse the tiniest amount of her stomach. And those jeans left little to the imagination, they were so figure hugging... Severus mentally slapped himself as he realised that he should not be having thoughts like that about a colleague. If Rolanda found out she would slap him! He felt up to the challenge, and took the broom from Rolanda.

Rolanda watched alongside Umbridge as Severus mounted the broom and kicked off. So far so good, she thought. She heaved an internal sigh of relief as Severus managed to guide the broomstick around the area confidently, his body bent slightly forward as his hair whipped backwards in the wind. Rolanda watched intently as she noted how well he positioned his legs and knees against the broom almost lovingly, guiding it softly as his hands kept him stable. After around five minutes of flying, he slowed down beside her and dismounted. Handing the broom back he raised his eyebrows to the pink toad.

"This broomstick seems fine, are you sure it is this one you rode?" The idea was there in his voice, and he noted how Rolanda picked up on it too, for her eyes were glittering madly. He stared at Umbridge while she made up her mind.

"I am completely sure about that!", Dolores answered, her girlish voice a little bit higher, a slight trace of indignation audible. Rolanda rose one eyebrow and said:"Well, I would say that your accusation was wrong, the broom is perfectly okay. I would insist you try it out for a second time, as Severus showed this one is flying as it should!"

The pink woman hesitated for a second, her eyes gliding over Rolanda´s face to Severus and then to the broom, obviously searching for a sign that showed her that the two (or three) had joined to perform some plan against her. She did not look to satisfied as she found none and ripped the broom from Rolanda´s hands, a grim expression on her face.

"Okay then! I will try it!", she hissed, stroking through her unruly hair to look acceptable and then she mounted the broom again. Rolanda looked over to Severus and could see the amused twitch of his mouth as he crossed his arms in front of his chest while he watched Umbridge adjusting her skirt. This woman had such a horrible taste! How could she wear pink to pink with pink shoes? He shot a short look at Rolanda´s clothing to soothe the burning that the pink colour caused in his eyes. But only seconds later, his senses were strained another time as Umbridge and the broom shot into the sky like a rocket, her scream echoing over the whole school grounds. Rolanda covered her ear with one hand and said:"Whoa, why so screamy. Heck, that did hurt!"

Severus smiled - a rare sight to behold - and turned to Rolanda.

"You're so evil. She won't be able to get over this for months. I wouldn't be surprised if she fails your whole lesson and has you sacked," Severus said seriously, though there was a hint of a smile in his voice. Rolanda was doubled over laughing and tears were streaming down her face.

"Oh who cares? It was worth it anyway!" She looked him up and down. "I must say, you appear to be rather good at mounting things and dealing with surprises beneath you... When do you practice?" The tone of her voice was distinctively lower than before, and Severus smiled back down at her, lowering his lips to her ear.

"Perhaps some things just come more naturally to certain people... Just as you appear to have a lovely firm grip upon the wood, and a wonderful riding technique." They both looked up into one another's eyes, before collapsing into roaring laughter. Clinging onto one another for support, they barely registered the pink clad professor zooming towards them, screaming loudly. Rolanda looked at Severus then towards the woman.

"I suppose I had better put the poor amateur out of her misery. Watch out Professor!" Rolanda pointed her wand at the broom, bringing it and its rider safely back to the ground.

As soon as Umbridge had the stable ground under her feet again she stumbled towards the Quidditch mistress, pointing at her with her finger.

"You! You did that on purpose!", she cried out, trying to stand upright. "This broom surely was jinxed!"

"Professor, I flew this broom, Madam Hooch flew this broom – it is perfectly alright!", Severus said calmly, seeing a bit of danger for Rolanda coming up.

"And you had nothing to say about my teaching style. The lesson aim has been reached safely by all students", Rolanda added after deciding that it was probably the best way to come over the logical way, showing off that she was making a good job. Umbridge glared at her, then she murmured something that Rolanda could not understand, turned on her heel and walked off towards the castle. Rolanda looked at Severus, not able to cover that she was at least a little bit worried about being kicked out and asked:"Did you understand what she said?"

Severus shook his head as they watched her retreating form. Rolanda shrugged and sent the broom into the broom cupboard. Severus stood behind her, awkwardly hovering. She turned and addressed him.

"Look, Severus, break is nearly over and we won't have time to get to the staffroom. Why don't you come into my office and I'll see if I've got any coffee or something in. And you can tell me why you originally came to see me. Unless you just wanted a close up of my skinny jeans because the staffroom was too far away?" She winked before disappearing into her little office area by the broom shed. Severus stood flabbergasted for a moment, before collecting his thoughts and following behind her, just in time to see her leaning into a low down cupboard searching for something for them to consume. Severus coughed pointedly. She turned, and handed him a ginger newt.

"Don't tell Minerva these are from her secret stash, she would kill me. Now, what is it?"

"I was coming to ask how your observed lesson had gone but clearly none of us know now. Unless we can somehow trick her into telling us, or getting Albus to have a look or something. So now I will just have a share of your goods."

"I beg your pardon? Sorry, Severus, but I have a lesson to teach and as do you. Maybe another time." She struck a flirty pose against the wall, deliberately overdoing it as Severus turned bright red at his slip up of word choice. Why didn't he think before he spoke to her?! He choked out some strangled apology, before a clock chimed signalling the end of break and he hurried away.