Week 3 of the Ship Til You Drop Competition - Hooch/Pince
Irma sighed. She badly needed to close the library down, but Rolanda still had her nose buried in a Quidditch book. She walked over to her, placing a small hand on the small of her back. "You know all of those stuff already, Rolanda. Go rest your brain because Flying Lessons start tomorrow." Irma reminded her.
It was her first year in teaching in Hogwarts and Rolanda badly wanted to perfect it. She loved flying and Quidditch and teaching and it was a dream come true when Headmaster Dumbledore offered her a job as Hogwarts' Quidditch referee and teacher. "I-" she was caught off by a sleepy yawn coming out of her mouth, "I need to review it. Students might ask questions and I might not be able to answer if because of my-" she was once silenced again by a yawn. "-my nerves."
Irma rolled her eyes and chuckled softly, "You don't need all of that!" she pointed towards the towers of book in front of her. "You know them by heart, Rolanda. Just be lovely self and do your best!" she encouraged.
Rolanda then looked up with a sleepy smile, "Thank you, Irma. It means so much to me." And with that, Irma had to whip her wand out real fast to cast a cushioning spell to prevent Rolanda getting hurt as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.