As the two women had left their friend's office, Rolanda laughed and nudged her friend.
"She is SO going to do it!"
Serena shook her head.
"Do you really believe that? She has-"
"-not attacked us right away, which is a good sign!"
Sera snorted.
"My god, Ro, have you ever heard her yell like that before?"
"Yes." Rolanda answered honestly, and Serena grinned.
"Yes, me too, okay. But really, Rolanda, you can't say she was wildly enthusiastic, can you?"
Rolanda grinned self-confidently.
"Not yet, but she will be. Oh yes, she will!"
Serena rolled her eyes, yet then turned to her friend and grabbed Rolanda's shoulders. She sternly raised her eyebrows in a very McGonagall-ish way.
"Listen, Rolanda Elaine Hooch. If Minerva doesn't want to do this, then it is her choice, okay? And you aren't forcing her into this, okay? You aren't. Have I made myself clear?"
Rolanda sighed.
"Well, since we're all using our hated middle names today, listen to me now, Serena Annabeth Sinistra. Okay, Minerva doesn't want to do this. But, and answer honestly now, has Minerva ever known what was good for her?"
"Well…" Serena hesitated.
"Honestly! Oh, Sera, remember our 7th year? If we hadn't fed her, she would have starved to death… always on about her NEWT's… and if we would not have taken her Time-Turner from her and forced her to quit some classes, she'd probably have died of a heart attack before her 18th birthday!"
Serena sighed.
"Well, okay, you have a point there. Still…"
"Minerva is the kind of person who has to be forced into having some fun! She an absolute dear and perhaps the bravest and most powerful witch of this century, but even she has to take a break sometimes! And come on, Sera, if seeing their Transfigurations teacher sing "Staying Alive" won't cheer the students up, what will?"
"Nothing…" Serena finally gave in. Yet, she still had her doubts.
"But Rolanda, Minerva is also the most stubborn witch of probably all times! How will we ever…"
But Rolanda grinned and patted her friend on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sera. One word. Dumbledore."
"The Headmaster?"
Rolanda nodded.
"Yes. Sera, even you, who are always living with your head up in the clouds, must have noticed she's been having a major crush on the man for fifty years now! No, not just a crush, she loves him!"
"And he loves her…" Sera added. Rolanda grinned.
"Yes, of course he does! But they are both too bloody shy to express it! My god, it makes me so sick- they are always staring at each other with those extremely pathetic puppy eyes, like "notice me, notice me", and they don't even see that they quite sparkle with electricity when they're together!"
"Yes." Serena commented dryly. "But what has that got to do with your- errr- "plan"?"
Rolanda rolled her eyes.
"Everything, you starry nitwit! Okay, sorry Sera, but really… if Dumbledore approves my "errr "plan" " as you so nicely put it, then Min is going to participate. Even if she doesn't like it. My god, she'd do every bloody thing for that man!"
Serena chuckled.
"Do you really think that?"
"Sure!"
"She is SO going to do it!"
Serena shook her head.
"Do you really believe that? She has-"
"-not attacked us right away, which is a good sign!"
Sera snorted.
"My god, Ro, have you ever heard her yell like that before?"
"Yes." Rolanda answered honestly, and Serena grinned.
"Yes, me too, okay. But really, Rolanda, you can't say she was wildly enthusiastic, can you?"
Rolanda grinned self-confidently.
"Not yet, but she will be. Oh yes, she will!"
Serena rolled her eyes, yet then turned to her friend and grabbed Rolanda's shoulders. She sternly raised her eyebrows in a very McGonagall-ish way.
"Listen, Rolanda Elaine Hooch. If Minerva doesn't want to do this, then it is her choice, okay? And you aren't forcing her into this, okay? You aren't. Have I made myself clear?"
Rolanda sighed.
"Well, since we're all using our hated middle names today, listen to me now, Serena Annabeth Sinistra. Okay, Minerva doesn't want to do this. But, and answer honestly now, has Minerva ever known what was good for her?"
"Well…" Serena hesitated.
"Honestly! Oh, Sera, remember our 7th year? If we hadn't fed her, she would have starved to death… always on about her NEWT's… and if we would not have taken her Time-Turner from her and forced her to quit some classes, she'd probably have died of a heart attack before her 18th birthday!"
Serena sighed.
"Well, okay, you have a point there. Still…"
"Minerva is the kind of person who has to be forced into having some fun! She an absolute dear and perhaps the bravest and most powerful witch of this century, but even she has to take a break sometimes! And come on, Sera, if seeing their Transfigurations teacher sing "Staying Alive" won't cheer the students up, what will?"
"Nothing…" Serena finally gave in. Yet, she still had her doubts.
"But Rolanda, Minerva is also the most stubborn witch of probably all times! How will we ever…"
But Rolanda grinned and patted her friend on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, Sera. One word. Dumbledore."
"The Headmaster?"
Rolanda nodded.
"Yes. Sera, even you, who are always living with your head up in the clouds, must have noticed she's been having a major crush on the man for fifty years now! No, not just a crush, she loves him!"
"And he loves her…" Sera added. Rolanda grinned.
"Yes, of course he does! But they are both too bloody shy to express it! My god, it makes me so sick- they are always staring at each other with those extremely pathetic puppy eyes, like "notice me, notice me", and they don't even see that they quite sparkle with electricity when they're together!"
"Yes." Serena commented dryly. "But what has that got to do with your- errr- "plan"?"
Rolanda rolled her eyes.
"Everything, you starry nitwit! Okay, sorry Sera, but really… if Dumbledore approves my "errr "plan" " as you so nicely put it, then Min is going to participate. Even if she doesn't like it. My god, she'd do every bloody thing for that man!"
Serena chuckled.
"Do you really think that?"
"Sure!"