The Muggle Dance Chapter 2
By Lady Urquentha
PG – 13
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J. K Rowling, the exception being any OC characters that might wander in. The plot is my own, and even that may have been influenced by stories I have read in the past. Any resemblance to real events or places is entirely accidental.
A/N: In all honesty, I had no intention of continuing this story, but I reread my reviews a few weeks ago and this chapter started to form. So, if it's not up to scratch, you know why. Actually, I really don't like this one, but I thought I'd post it up and let you guys give me some ideas before I rewrite it (hopefully better).
"MINERVA MCGONAGALL!" the cry echoed down the corridors, and everyone in hearing stopped. They turned to watch as the clearly annoyed Deputy Headmistress swept down the corridor, with the flying instructor hurrying after her.
"MINERVA!" she shouted again. With a infuriated cry, Minerva McGonagall spun around, fixing her colleague with a piercing glare,
"what?" she demanded. Rolanda Hooch came to a halt, and stood with her hands on her hips,
"don't you 'what' me, miss! You know exactly what I want to know," she hissed.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about, Madame Hooch," Minerva shot back.
"Last night? The dress! The HAIR!" Rolanda demanded, "since when have you ever left it down?"
"I felt like it," Minerva snapped, painfully aware of the staring students. It wasn't often that two staff members argued in public. Rolanda snorted,
"you haven't worn your hair down since you started teaching," she retorted, "it's highly improbable that you simply decided you wanted to have it down after this many years!" Minerva's eyes narrowed,
"Rolanda, I just felt like it, now drop it!"
"No, I will not drop it," the other insisted, "I want to know!"
"Then at least continue this later," Minerva looked pointedly at the staring students. Rolanda looked obstinate,
"I'm sure they want to know as much as I do. After all, you're strict Professor McGonagall!"
Minerva closed her eyes, trying very hard not to throttle her best friend. For all that Rolanda and she were very good friends, sometimes she simply had to throw up her hands at her friend's level of tact. Rolanda was obstinate and headstrong, neither quality being particularly endearing at this point in time. Although she had to admit, Rolanda was no doubt completely stunned, as it was true that she hadn't let her hair down in public since she started teaching.
"Madame Hooch, I do not wish to discuss my choice my ensemble for last night's ball in the middle of the corridor, now if you please, I'm late for class," her voice was barely level and she stepped forward to continue down the hall.
"Oh no, you don't, I want to know and I want to know now!" the witch commanded, scuttling out in front of her. Minerva glared at her, and she was vaguely aware of a few first years scuttling away,
"Rolanda, I am late for my next class, and we are holding up the students, who are also late!" her voice was getting louder as she got more and more frustrated.
"So…?" Rolanda shrugged, "most of these have you next anyway, or Filius and he'll fine."
"I told you, I don't want to talk to it, Rolanda, now if you please," Minerva attempted to push her way past again, "Rolanda!" The students around her flinched and took a step back automatically at the ill-concealed anger in her voice, but her oblivious friend ignored the warning.
"You're not going anywhere until you tell me," Rolanda crossed her arm over her chest resolutely.
"Rolanda, you are preventing me from getting to class to teach, which is what I am paid to do, NOT to stand here and argue with you!" Minerva snapped.
"Tell me, or I'm not moving," Rolanda returned. Minerva said nothing, merely once again attempted to push her way past. By now the students in the hall were eyeing them warily, wondering what was going to happen next.
"Where is my cl…What is going on here, professors?" Filius Flitwick rounded the corner, and stared at the two arguing women.
"Rolanda is merely being stubborn," Minerva returned tightly, "now, Rolanda, if you please…"
"Nope," Rolanda returned, "tell me! Or are you hiding something?" Minerva lost it at this point,
"I WORE THE OUTFIT BECAUSE MY HUSBAND WANTED ME TOO!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the silent corridor. All at once, she blanched, realizing what she'd said, and silently swore.
"Your husband?" Filius squeaked. Minerva closed her eyes and controlled her voice,
"Yes, my husband. Now, if you please…"
She pushed her wait through the stunned crowd, and hurried into her classroom. At the door she turned and barked,
"Inside, class!" As the students scurried inside, she rubbed her temples, this would be a long day.
"You wore the outfit because your husband wanted you to?" Albus's voice was laughing, "I don't recall saying that, in fact, I don't remember mentioning anything about what to wear." Minerva sighed,
"I know, but when you first saw it years ago, you said I should wear it to a muggle-themed ball, so…" she shrugged, "I assumed that meant this ball. And besides, you liked it, didn't you?" Albus laughed,
"I can't deny that, my dear." He leaned forward and kissed her warmly, and thoughts flew out of her mind as her arms swung around his neck.
A/N: I know Rolanda may have seemed a bit OOC, but I've always thought she'd be extremely stubborn and have no clue when to stop, or when it is an appropriate time for a personal discussion.