Written for the singletons' problem event at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #5. When you resort to online dating sites/apps

Written for the drabble day event at Hogwarts #20. Honey

Character: Rolanda Hooch

Words: 500


How muggles are able to enjoy those kind of things is truly beyond me


Rolanda Hooch raised an eyebrow.

You have one new message.

Sighing, she moved the mouse-thingy of this more than strange muggle device in front of her.

She had been a little hesitant at first, but since the – what was the thingy called again? Ah yes, - computer had been a gift from one of her colleagues, Rolanda simply had to use it at least once.

Admittedly, when she had first been presented with the gift and heard the explanation that 'perhaps this will help you to finally find a suitable man' she had only rolled her eyes.

But later that night, Rolanda had a somewhat depressing conversation with herself and in the end, she reluctantly accepted that her friends' words were not that wrong…

The last time she had simply touched a man… Yes, Rolanda most certainly needed help, and what harm could be done by resorting to these on-the-line dating sites?

It had taken her some time, but eventually, she found out that it was called 'online' and not 'on-the-line'. Rolanda had blushed a little when a little muggle boy had explained it to her during her visit in London.

And now here she was: sitting on her couch, a wine glass next to her and this computer-thingy on her lap. The message symbol was still blinking.

Nervous and excited at the same time, she clicked on it.

Hey there, beautiful! Saw your picture… quite the hotty aren't you? What r u doing 2morrow?

Rolanda's eyes widened. What in Merlin's name did she get herself into?! Hotty? What was that? R and u? What in holy Morgana's name was this person trying to tell her?

She thought for a moment, then used her two fingers and tried to type an answer. (And it took her much longer than she wanted…)

Erm, good day! I – erm, thanks, I think, for writing me? Would you perhaps mind repeating your question? I had, well, some trouble understanding… I suppose…

Once she hit the send-button, Rolanda leaned back against the couch with a sigh. However, after another glass of wine later, she suddenly remembered the little boy's words.

'Always check the profile picture and username first! If it creeps you out… well, this won't be a good match for you then.'

Hesitantly, she searched for all this. 'Merlin, how on earth can muggle spend hours and hours in front of those things?'

When she finally found what she had been looking for, she took a deep breath before she clicked on the profile-page: IamYourFutureHoneyBunny.

This was the final straw. In a reflex, Rolanda waved her wand and the device exploded in front of her; her face shocked with horror.

'Merlin! I'm gonna kill Charity if she's ever going to push me into doing something like this again! This picture will never leave my head again! Urgh! And who in his right mind would call himself something like that anyways?"