"Severus?" Rolanda asked, trying to get the Potion Master's attention. The man was slumped in his chair at morning breakfast, his mouth slightly agape, and though he didn't normally talk much at meals, he hadn't said a word to anyone in almost twenty minutes. The students were making their way out of the Great Hall for classes, and if he didn't move soon, he'd be late for his class. "Poppy!" Rolanda said, starting to panic. "Can you come over here?" She motioned for her friend to assist her.

"What's going on here?" Poppy asked, pushing past the others leaving the staff table.

"I don't know, and he's bloody lucky that Umbridge is at the Ministry today or she'd see what's happening," Rolanda replied.

Pomona and Filius walked over to them, noticing the commotion. "What happened to Severus?" Pomona asked.

"He's been looking like this for the last twenty minutes- barely touched his food."

Poppy shook him again. "Severus?" Drool began to fall from his mouth. "This is concerning," she commented, more to herself than to them.

"Where's Minerva?" Rolanda asked.

"She wasn't at breakfast this morning," Filius noted. "Rather unlike her."

After a few moments, Poppy pressed her lips together, sinking down in the chair next to Severus. "What is it, Poppy?" Rolanda asked.

Saying nothing, Poppy pressed the tip of her wand into her voice as if she were going to use a sonorous charm. "Fred and George Weasley, up to the staff table at once," her voice bellowed, louder than Rolanda had ever heard her long time friend.

The crowd of students stopped for a moment, murmuring to themselves, until Rolanda saw the brothers push through the others. "Good morning, Madame Pomfrey," one of the twins, Rolanda never knew who was who, greeted cheerfully.

"Did Professor McGonagall place an order with you two?"

Fred and George exchanged glances, and Rolanda felt a smile creep up on her face when she realized what happened. "Our customers are confidential!" the other twin said cheerfully. "That's the business!"

"Well it's my business to make sure our Potions Master here is going to come out of whatever spell he's under at the moment," Poppy snapped. Rolanda had known her friend long enough to see that she was holding back laughter. Filius and Pomona were keeled over with laughter.

"If I had to guess, looks like a simple patented daydream charm to me!" one of the brothers said. "I hear ol' McGonagall took a real liking to them. Wears off in about a half hour."

"That will be all, boys," Poppy said, shooing them away. When the Wealsey twins had walked away, Rolanda burst into laughter, with the rest of them following suit.

"What do you suppose he's dreaming about?" Filius asked.

"Minerva, obviously," Rolanda said. "Look how happy he looks. Probably an explicit one."

"Must you make everything sexual?" Poppy asked, exasperated, but smiling.

A loud thud startled them all, and turning back to Severus, they saw his head had hit the table, but he was slowly raising it. Looking practically hungover, Severus rubbed his head. "What in the bloody hell is going on?" he asked.

Exchanging glances, Rolanda wasn't sure who was going to tell him, so she spoke up. "What were you dreaming about, Severus?"

When Severus spoke, his voice still sounded very much as if it was in a trance. "Minerva and I were that small inn, we had our food brought to us in bed. Her hair is out of its bun, and we…" Severus suddenly cut himself off, and held his head in his hands. "Why am I telling you all this?"

"Side effects include drooling and dazed expression." The voice peaked their attention, and Minerva was walking into the Great Hall with an order form they had all become familiar with very quickly that term. The Weasley's wheezes order form.

"So my theory is confirmed," Poppy said, sounding amused.

"Slipped it into your morning tea," Minerva said smugly, her eyes looking bright for the first time in weeks. "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's absence seemed a fine day to try out this new product I ordered."

"I have a class to teach!" Severus exclaimed, pounding a fist on the table. "I can't be teaching and begin talking about…"

"The charm lasts about thirty minutes." Minerva pulled out a pocket watch. "Your thirty minutes just ended."

Severus gathered his parchments and stood from the table. "You're lucky I didn't continue saying whatever I was about to say, woman."

"Which was?"

Severus glared at her, and Rolanda laughed. "Well, in his daydream, you were back at the inn, your hair was down, and right when he was getting to the good part, the charm wore off."

Minerva's face blushed. "You want to go back to the inn?"

"I do," Severus admitted, Rolanda could tell it was embarrassing. "Have we all been properly entertained for the morning?"

"I sure have," Rolanda said.

"As have I," Pomona jumped in.

Severus began walking out of the hall, but stopped when he got to Minerva. Rolanda saw him stop in front of her and hug her. Minerva looked surprised, and when she'd made sure no students were around, she hugged him back. It was out of character, but Minerva looked happy. Rolanda's heart melted at the sight. Minerva looked so at peace for the first time in weeks. Umbridge had been driving them all insane, but it had been clearly hitting Minerva harder than any of them. They were still searching for a new staff room, so there was not much socializing going on between the friends, as per Ubridge's request. "I suggest you all move on with your day," Severus said, breaking away from Minerva and going to his classroom.

When he'd left, Minerva looked up at the group. "We needed that, Min," Filius said. "Thank you."

"What is this inn?" Rolanda asked.

"It's a trip we went on a few years ago in a small town," Minerva smiled. "It was a rather nice escape."

"You two should go again," Pomona said.

"You all know there's no time for that type of thing anymore," Minerva replied.

"There is if you make the time," Poppy said.

"Get back to your classes," Minerva said, shooing them off. "I've caused enough of a commotion for one day."