Rolanda Hooch was walking through the corridors, a large smile on her face. She had a plan. She, Rolanda, had a plan! A plan that- according to her- could not fail. Carefully holding the CD, she knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office.

Nothing.

She knocked again- a "little bit" harder.

Stumbling inside.

"Er- Headmaster?"

"Yes… Wait, I am coming."

As the door went open, the Heamaster smiled, but there was surprise in his friendly blue eyes.

"Rolanda! Well, well… What's the matter? Do come in!"

Rolanda nodded and entered Dumbledore's office. Fawkes the Phoenix greeted her with a little squawk. She smiled, as Dumbledore sat down beside his desk, looking at her over his half-moon-glasses.

"Now Albus, there is nothing "the matter", as you so nicely call it. It's just…"

She laid the borrowed-from-Lavender-CD on his desk.

"See, Albus, I have this little problem."

Albus stared at the little disc with polite interest.

"This," Rolanda continued. "is what muggles call a "CD". But you know that, of course…"

Albus nodded.

"Now, I have a little problem- I have a "CD-player" –once got it for Christmas from my sis-in-law- but this CD doesn't want to play. I don't know what is wrong- but now I know, you have a CD-player as well…"

She looked straight into his eyes.

"Would you want to try it for me? Please? I mean, not now, of course- but…"

But Albus smiled and took the CD.

"Of course I will, Rolanda. We will try it immediately."

Rolanda felt the blood rush to her cheeks. This was unforeseen, even for Missy Matchmaker herself. Stupid Albus- why was this man so damn-bloody friendly?

She smiled, as innocently as possible, and stood up.

"I am sorry, Headmaster, but that I have- I have to teach, er… give it back to me after you've- er… tried it. I am sorry. Well- see you later…"

She rushed away, silently blaming herself for not having thought of Albus' ever-present kindness. Well, Minerva did fancy him, so he really had to be VERY kind. Yet, nothing was lost. She hád dealt with this unforeseen circumstances quite neatly, she thought. No, nothing, nothing was lost. Minerva would get her Albus.

She certainly would.

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