""Staying Alive", Min, write down "Staying Alive"." Rolanda commanded, crossing her arms before her chest.
"That's the whole *goal* of the whole thing, actually. So write it down, Min."
Minerva nodded and sighed.
"No, the whole goal of the thing is making Professor McGonagall act like a total ass…" she muttered through her teeth, yet nodded again and obeyed.
"Good." she then, ever-practically, said.
"So, what else? Serena?"
""You Can't Hurry Love!"" the brown-haired Astronomy teacher grinned.
"I've always liked The Supremes."
Rolanda smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Though," she added with a mischievous blink of her eye.
"You can't hurry love, but you can also wait *too* long. Can't you, Min?"
She turned her "innocent" gaze towards Minerva, who rolled her eyes yet felt her cheeks burn a deep, scarlet red. Damned Rolanda. Yet, Minerva wouldn't have been Minerva if she hadn't gazed right back, equally innocently.
"What do you mean, Rolanda?"
But the woman just laughed her tinkling laugh, and Minerva shook her head, as she matter-of-factly continued.
"So we have "Staying Alive" and "You Can't Hurry Love". Now, I personally have always liked "Eternal Flame" by The Bangles. Is that alright?"
"Yes." Serena grinned. "If you promise you'll sing it yourself."
Minerva wanted to object, but Rolanda, suddenly more serious, interrupted
"It's true, Minerva, you should sing it. You have a good voice, Min, better than any of ours."
"I haven't…" Minerva began, yet then, as she saw the looks in her friends' eyes, she sighed.
"Alright..." she then muttered, silently wondering what the hell she was doing. Making an ass of herself, true, but now, she was also about to make an "Eternal Flame"-singing ass of herself. How much worse could things get?
But Rolanda went on, cheerfully as always.
"And I'd also like to add "Lady Marmalade", you know, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soi-oir. Voulez-vous…""
She kept on singing, but Minerva let her hands fall worklessly on her lap and shook her head, despite herself a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Ro, have you any idea what that line means?"
Rolanda stared at her friend in surprise, then grinned and shook her head.
"No, I don't, Min. My French isn't *that* good."
But Serena, who's French obviously was a tiny bit better, translated
""Do you want to sleep with me tonight", Ro."
Rolanda grinned.
"Errr- no, Sera. I don't want to insult you, but I am not that…"
Minerva rolled her eyes once more, praying for patience.
-Lord, oh Lord, I have always been a good girl, I have never hit one of my friends right in the face, but how much bigger can the temptation get?-
"That is what it means, Ro."
Rolanda looked for a moment at her friends in astonishment, then soundly swallowed, yet smiled.
"Oh. Well, that's new. I learn everyday. But still, it's a great song and we really *should* sing it. After all, I don't think anyone is actually going to take it serious. Except, perhaps, Albus?"
She winked once more at Minerva, who determinedly shook her head.
"You're an idiot, Ro, and by the way, if I get to sing "Eternal Flame" on my own, you'll sing this song yourself!"
Rolanda quite enthusiastically agreed, and the women went on plotting their little show. After only half an hour- it felt like an eternity to Minerva, though!- the three witches had finally agreed on the eight songs they'd "bring".
"So," Minerva matter-of-factly summarized, reading out loud from her parchment.
"We start with "Staying Alive"- which we'll do "together", but I warn you, I really cannot do that ridiculous little voice on purpose. Then we'll have Serena with "You Can't Hurry Love", then you, Ro, with "Lady Marmalade"- you'll certainly get a lot of attention from the audience!- and then I myself with "I Say A Little Prayer". Then you again, Sera, with "Dream Weaver" and you, Ro, with "Like A Phoenix In A Cage", by Shawie Sand, and then I with "Eternal Flame". And we finish with "Fame". Is that correct?"
The two witches opposite her nodded, and Rolanda grinned.
"Oh, God bless our ever-practical Min, whose wonderful Beegees voice will certainly entertain the audience, and our dear Headmaster in particular. And now…"
She raised her left hand, in which all of a sudden a glass of Champaign had appeared.
"I'd like to toast to our beloved, raven-haired friend, who'll certainly hook the Headmaster very soon!"
And Minerva rolled her eyes, a moment before a pillow hit Rolanda Hooch in the face.
"That's the whole *goal* of the whole thing, actually. So write it down, Min."
Minerva nodded and sighed.
"No, the whole goal of the thing is making Professor McGonagall act like a total ass…" she muttered through her teeth, yet nodded again and obeyed.
"Good." she then, ever-practically, said.
"So, what else? Serena?"
""You Can't Hurry Love!"" the brown-haired Astronomy teacher grinned.
"I've always liked The Supremes."
Rolanda smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Though," she added with a mischievous blink of her eye.
"You can't hurry love, but you can also wait *too* long. Can't you, Min?"
She turned her "innocent" gaze towards Minerva, who rolled her eyes yet felt her cheeks burn a deep, scarlet red. Damned Rolanda. Yet, Minerva wouldn't have been Minerva if she hadn't gazed right back, equally innocently.
"What do you mean, Rolanda?"
But the woman just laughed her tinkling laugh, and Minerva shook her head, as she matter-of-factly continued.
"So we have "Staying Alive" and "You Can't Hurry Love". Now, I personally have always liked "Eternal Flame" by The Bangles. Is that alright?"
"Yes." Serena grinned. "If you promise you'll sing it yourself."
Minerva wanted to object, but Rolanda, suddenly more serious, interrupted
"It's true, Minerva, you should sing it. You have a good voice, Min, better than any of ours."
"I haven't…" Minerva began, yet then, as she saw the looks in her friends' eyes, she sighed.
"Alright..." she then muttered, silently wondering what the hell she was doing. Making an ass of herself, true, but now, she was also about to make an "Eternal Flame"-singing ass of herself. How much worse could things get?
But Rolanda went on, cheerfully as always.
"And I'd also like to add "Lady Marmalade", you know, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soi-oir. Voulez-vous…""
She kept on singing, but Minerva let her hands fall worklessly on her lap and shook her head, despite herself a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Ro, have you any idea what that line means?"
Rolanda stared at her friend in surprise, then grinned and shook her head.
"No, I don't, Min. My French isn't *that* good."
But Serena, who's French obviously was a tiny bit better, translated
""Do you want to sleep with me tonight", Ro."
Rolanda grinned.
"Errr- no, Sera. I don't want to insult you, but I am not that…"
Minerva rolled her eyes once more, praying for patience.
-Lord, oh Lord, I have always been a good girl, I have never hit one of my friends right in the face, but how much bigger can the temptation get?-
"That is what it means, Ro."
Rolanda looked for a moment at her friends in astonishment, then soundly swallowed, yet smiled.
"Oh. Well, that's new. I learn everyday. But still, it's a great song and we really *should* sing it. After all, I don't think anyone is actually going to take it serious. Except, perhaps, Albus?"
She winked once more at Minerva, who determinedly shook her head.
"You're an idiot, Ro, and by the way, if I get to sing "Eternal Flame" on my own, you'll sing this song yourself!"
Rolanda quite enthusiastically agreed, and the women went on plotting their little show. After only half an hour- it felt like an eternity to Minerva, though!- the three witches had finally agreed on the eight songs they'd "bring".
"So," Minerva matter-of-factly summarized, reading out loud from her parchment.
"We start with "Staying Alive"- which we'll do "together", but I warn you, I really cannot do that ridiculous little voice on purpose. Then we'll have Serena with "You Can't Hurry Love", then you, Ro, with "Lady Marmalade"- you'll certainly get a lot of attention from the audience!- and then I myself with "I Say A Little Prayer". Then you again, Sera, with "Dream Weaver" and you, Ro, with "Like A Phoenix In A Cage", by Shawie Sand, and then I with "Eternal Flame". And we finish with "Fame". Is that correct?"
The two witches opposite her nodded, and Rolanda grinned.
"Oh, God bless our ever-practical Min, whose wonderful Beegees voice will certainly entertain the audience, and our dear Headmaster in particular. And now…"
She raised her left hand, in which all of a sudden a glass of Champaign had appeared.
"I'd like to toast to our beloved, raven-haired friend, who'll certainly hook the Headmaster very soon!"
And Minerva rolled her eyes, a moment before a pillow hit Rolanda Hooch in the face.