(a/n - I had so much fun writing the last chapter! It made me smile so so much! I don't even know why! Anyhow, on with the story...)
Beech Like The Tree.
Severus grumbled and groaned all the way to the garden party. He grumbled and groaned even more when he saw that it was a gloriously sunny day outside, and that he wouldn't even be able to leave early due to bad weather. Severus glared at the golden ball of fire in the never ending sea of sky, and stomped over to where Albus was waving happily by the lake.
"Why hello there dear Severus! I cannot believe that you have arrived! Isn't the day wonderful? Minerva is over there by the drinks table, Poppy and Alastor are dancing and Rolanda is over there by the beech." Severus misheard him and rolled his eyes.
"Which beach? Don't tell me you've conjured one of those up aswell?"
"No, Severus, beech like the tree! Although a beach would be a good..."
"Don't even think about it, headmaster." Severus interjected before he ended up paddling in a conjured up tide. He made his way swiftly to the drinks table and picked up a butterbeer, before sidling over to the shady trees where Rolanda stood. She would have to be his source of company for the evening. As he approached, she looked up from her firewhisky and bobbed her head at him.
"Severus."
"Rolanda."
"Lovely day."
"I guess so."
"Nice music."
"If you insist."
"Uhh... Want to dance?"
"Sod off."
"Sorry, what else was I meant to say?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, okay then."
"That isn't nothing." Severus smirked. One point to him banter wise. He didn't even know why he was making a tally of banter between the two of them, since she was nothing more than a casual friend. Just a casual friend. Nothing more. Whatsoever. Well, that is what he told himself inwardly. Outwardly, he had shifted himself slightly so that her head was almost leaning on his chest. He smiled unknowingly. Perhaps the party wouldn't be too bad, afterall.