But even pillow fights cannot solve everything, so, covered in feathers and wildly trying to smother Minerva and Serena at the same time with one pillow, Rolanda Hooch suddenly frowned.

"And yet I still think we are missing something. Don't you?"

"Mmmh, mh!"

Rolanda raised her eyebrows

"What?"

Suddenly, the pillow landed in Rolanda's face and a quite flustered and gasping for breath Minerva McGonagall exclaimed

"It's not *that* easy to speak with a pillow in your mouth, you moron!"

Rolanda grinned.

"We are forgetting a bit about our dignity, aren't we, Minerva? See, Sera, we *already* have a good influence on her!"

Serena, who had caught her breath again as well, grinned.

"We surely do, Ro. Who on earth has ever implied otherwise? But what were you trying to say- well, during your attempted murder on your two best friends?"

Rolanda smiled.

"We do not yet have a name."

Minerva slightly frowned.

"A name?"

Rolanda rolled her eyes and threw the obviously having a rough time pillow straight into Minerva's face, who dropped it and straightened her glasses by a quick gesture.

"Yes, Minerva." Rolanda articulated. "I know you have been living on Planet-No-Fun for the past fifty years, but still, you *must* have noticed most bands have *names*!"

Now it was Minerva's turn to roll her eyes.

"Yes, good, Ro, I happen to know that, but a) we are not a band and b) do you have any inspiration? No, you don't. So-"

But she was interrupted by a knowing and somewhat dangerous smile of Serena.

"She has, Min. She really does."

Minerva sighed.

"I was afraid you'd say that."

Sera grinned once more.

"Sera? Is it that bad?"

A third grin almost drove Minerva nuts, but Rolanda objected.

"It is not bad, it is- original."

Minerva felt the sudden urge to hide her head in her hands and scream, scream, scream.

"Does it involve me?"

"Afraid it does."

Minerva moaned, but Rolanda enthusiastically- enthusiastically!- explained.

"You know that movie, Josie and the Pussycats? No, of course you don't- it's a muggle movie about a band. And since you are Minnie and since your Animagus form is a Tabbycat, I thought…"

"OH NO!" Minerva screamed, losing the last bit of her Scottish temper. "Oh no, Rolanda Elaine Hooch, you *aren't* doing this to me! This was your damn idea, my dear!"

Sera Sinistra's eyes begged, but Minerva ignored it.

"Min- Min, now come on… "Minnie and the Tabbycats"! We'll never find a better name!"

Minerva clenched her lips.

"Never."

But Rolanda Hooch smiled- evilly…

"Fine. Then tomorrow morning the whole wizarding world knows about your lifetime crush on your employer. I happen to know some people of the Quibbler, and I-"

"NO, YOU DON'T."

"I damn well do. It'll probably even help you, Minerva. It's not as if you are ever going to make your move *spontaneously*!"

A McGonagall knows when she's lost. A McGonagall recognizes a professional blackmailer when she sees one.

And Minerva McGonagall surrendered.

Rolanda Hooch smiled again, taking the half-empty bottle of Champaign and raising it high above her head.

"Fine. Then we toast to Minnie and the Tabbycats."

"To Minnie and the Tabbycats!"

And "To Minnie and the Tabbycats", Minerva tonelessly muttered.