Four Heads Are Better Than One

Year One: Referees and Bias

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"Severus, is this true?"

Severus sighed and looked up. "Is what true, Minerva?"

The Gryffindor glared at him. "Have you asked to referee the Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match?"

Severus returned to his marking. "I have. Is there a problem with that?"

Minerva's nostrils flared. "Severus, you are incapable of treating Gryffindor fairly!"

"Minerva." Filius tone held a clear warning.

"What? He demonstrate it every single day."

"I think that's a little unfair," said Pomona reproachfully. "This is a Quidditch match after all."

Minerva snorted. "If Gryffindor win, we overtake Slytherin in the Championship!" Her glare intensified. "Don't tell me you didn't realise that."

Severus smirked. "The thought did cross my mind. But," he said loudly, as Minerva looked like she was about to explode, "that was not the reason I asked to oversee the match."

Filius' frown lightened and he nodded approvingly. "Ah, I see. Good idea, Severus."

Minerva switched her glare to him. "Please excuse me, but I'm struggling to see how having a biased referee in an important match is a good idea."

The tiny Charms Master rolled his eyes. "No, but it is a good idea to have someone nearby who can protect Mr. Potter from another assassination attempt."

Minerva paused. "Oh. I see. My apologies, Severus."

Severus' smirk widened, but he nodded. "Quite understandable."

Pomona frowned at him. "You will put your grudge against Gryffindor aside for the match, won't you Severus?" As much as she wanted her house to win, her sense of fair play made her feel obliged to ask.

Severus sighed. It was much easier to fight with Minerva than Pomona. "I will do my best."

Minerva did not look convinced, but she refrained from commenting.

Severus glared at her. "You don't think I can do that?"

Minerva raised an eyebrow. "Seeing as you gave Miss Spinnet and Miss Johnson detention for being thirty seconds late for class, but completely ignored Mr. Flint when he wandered he ten minutes later, I think I can safely say I have my doubts."

Severus snorted. "And of course it isn't at all strange that the Weasley twins never get detention the week before a match."

"Contrary to popular belief, they are not always in trouble."

Severus looked at her incredulously. "Two days before the last Gryffindor match, they set off a dozen dungbombs and you let them off with a verbal reprimand!"

Minerva folded her arms. "At least I didn't ignore them altogether."

"Are you still harping on about the incident with Pucey and Wood?"

"I'll keep 'harping on about it' until you do something about it!"

"There is no evidence linking Adrian to that curse."

"Severus, there were four eye-witnesses."

"How long do you think they can keep this up?" Pomona muttered.

Filius rolled his eyes. "Too long. Far too long." Together, they watched the argument grow steadily more heated.

Several minutes later though, neither one was showing any signs of slowing down. Pomona let out a long sigh. "This is getting ridiculous."

Filius nodded. "Just a little."

She looked at him. "Do you think we should intervene?"

Filius considered the pair of them. "I could put a Silencing Charm on them." His dark eyes were glinting with mischief.

Pomona's lips twitched. For a moment, she looked tempted, but she shook her head. "Albus probably wouldn't approve. Plus, they would probably hex you back."

Filius grinned. "They could try." He winced as the volume of the shouts increased. "Pomona, have you seen the hippocampi Kettleburn obtained for his seventh years?"

"Not yet, but that sounds like an excellent idea." She shot the bickering pair a speculative glance. "Will they even notice we're gone?"

Filius shrugged and got to his feet. "Probably not. Maybe we shouldn't interrupt them."

Pomona nodded. "Let's just leave them to it."

The two Heads exited as fast as they could, the sounds of the argument following them down the corridors.

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