The well-known look in Rolanda's eyes almost made Minerva shiver. She knew her friend well. Too well. Way too well!
"Oh, no!" she spoke sternly, in the voice she usually only used for students.
"Oh no, you, Rolanda Hooch, you are not, I repeat, not trying to couple me and Albus!"
Rolanda grinned.
"Oh yes I am."
"No, you aren't!'
Minerva was now almost yelling. Rolanda rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, Minnie. Remember our school days…"
"Yes," Minerva answered furiously. "yes, Rolanda, remember our school days. You tried to couple me with Tom Riddle, remember THAT, Rolanda?"
Rolanda sighed and shrugged her shoulders in apologize.
"Well, okay, that was a mistake. But well… he was good-looking, you know, and kind of nice."
"KIND OF NICE?" Minerva shrieked. "He only turned out to be THE DARKEST WIZARD IN THE WORLD!"
Rolanda bowed her head.
"Okay, that was a real mistake. I am sorry. But hey, Albus isn't a Dark Wizard, is he? And I- I am going to couple you, Min!"
"No, you…"
But Rolanda had already started to run away.
In a last gesture of- well, call it "friendly fury", Minerva grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her friend.
Too late.
"Oh, no!" she spoke sternly, in the voice she usually only used for students.
"Oh no, you, Rolanda Hooch, you are not, I repeat, not trying to couple me and Albus!"
Rolanda grinned.
"Oh yes I am."
"No, you aren't!'
Minerva was now almost yelling. Rolanda rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on, Minnie. Remember our school days…"
"Yes," Minerva answered furiously. "yes, Rolanda, remember our school days. You tried to couple me with Tom Riddle, remember THAT, Rolanda?"
Rolanda sighed and shrugged her shoulders in apologize.
"Well, okay, that was a mistake. But well… he was good-looking, you know, and kind of nice."
"KIND OF NICE?" Minerva shrieked. "He only turned out to be THE DARKEST WIZARD IN THE WORLD!"
Rolanda bowed her head.
"Okay, that was a real mistake. I am sorry. But hey, Albus isn't a Dark Wizard, is he? And I- I am going to couple you, Min!"
"No, you…"
But Rolanda had already started to run away.
In a last gesture of- well, call it "friendly fury", Minerva grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her friend.
Too late.
