"A little higher on the left."

"Xiomara, for the twelfth time, I'm not tall enough!" Ponoma Sprout answered huffily as she jumped and tried yet again to hang the banner.

Xiomara impatiently swung her leg over her broom and flew to Ponoma. "You're hopeless," she sighed teasingly.

"You don't have to bite my head off!" Ponoma snapped.

"Sorry, I just want everything to be perfect." Xiomara took the banner and flew to the proper height. "Does it look even?"

"It sure does!" Poppy Pomfrey called cheerily. "Now, come get the mistletoe."

"I hope this works!" Ponoma laughed as Xiomara hung several sprigs of the plant.

"It has to! Something has to get the two of them together!" Poppy said, laughing with Ponoma.

Xiomara smiled weakly from her perch on the broom, "Yeah, something."

"What else can we arrange?" Ponoma asked quizzically. "I mean, she could just avoid the mistletoe all night, and knowing her, she will."

"Well, I' certain he'll ask her to dance, he always does," Poppy answered.

"Precisely! He always does. They're still not together, though, are they?" Xiomara rebutted. "She needs to make the first move."

"Well," Ponoma said, trying to think.

"We could single her out!" Xiomara interjected.

"What do you mean?" Poppy asked.

"I mean we could say," Xiomara used a fake voice that sounded very much like a Muggle Game Show Host to simulate the announcer, "'And now, Ladies' Choice! If you'll start us off, Deputy Headmistress McGonagall?'"

"she'll kill us!" Poppy laughed, only half-kidding.

Xiomara smiled wickedly. "I'll be dying inside anyway," she thought.

"Do you think the band will do that?" Ponoma asked.

"We're paying them," Xiomara shrugged. "I'm sure they'll do whatever we ask.

"But, would she follow through?" Poppy asked.

"Well, as the Deputy Headmistress, she's morally obligated to, isn't she?" Xiomara asked.

"I suppose…" Poppy trailed off.

"Then it's settled!" Xiomara began. "Oh!" she added as an afterthought. "Have Flitwick charm a mistletoe to follow her around. That way she can't avoid it!" Xiomara finished with slightly forced cheerfulness.

Poppy and Ponoma giggled cheerfully and finished decorating. They were delighted to be playing a role that would lead to Minerva's happiness.

"Now," Poppy reminded herself mentally, "if I can just figure out what's wrong with Xiomara…"