Author's Note: this was written because I lost my bet on LJ as to which team would win the „Women's Football World Championship" - I thank Tetleythesecond for acting as my coach = being a very helpful beta
Prep talk, strategy plotting, victory brawl, complaints about referees, the hallway between the Quidditch locker rooms had been filled with these, but today's topic of heated discussion was a new one: girls would be allowed to try out for the teams. The noise died down when Headmistress Derwent appeared and ceremoniously addressed the castle to request the creation of additional changing facilities. A bit of grinding stones and dust and her wish was granted. She then turned to the boys with a stern face: "That should settle any argument. After all, Hogwarts is much wiser than you'll ever be."
The Quaffle soared along the stands of the stadium, two Chasers in hot pursuit. When they had sped up close enough and were almost able to reach it, the shorter Ravenclaw did a spectacular turn that blocked the Gryffindor effectively and gave herself sole possession of the ball. All Minerva could do now, while she watched her friend accellerating into the opposite direction, was to hope for a stroke of genius on their Keeper's part. But, just as she had expected, even his quite remarkable talents were not enough to foresee at what angle Rolanda would aim for the hoop.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" Trying not to show too much excitement about the victory, Rolanda caught up with her friend in front of the changing rooms. "I'll surely be glad to see you leave this summer", came the reply of the Gryffindor, two years her junior. "With you gone the Cup will be ours again next time." But before Rolanda even had time to respond, Minerva turned around and pulled her into a hug. "Of course I'm not mad! And I don't even dare to think about how I'll get on without you!"
The party was in full swing. A sponsor had been found at the last minute and thanks to the new funds to pay the team, the Club was able to continue into next season. Arriving at their seats with another set of drinks, Rolanda realized that her companion did look rather glum, though. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy for us?" Minerva shrugged but then faced her friend with a serious expression. "I had hoped the situation would make you consider a future away from the Quidditch pitch. You must realize you can't go on living like this forever."
Rolanda tied her note to the owl's leg and sent it off with a smile. How convenient that in Septima, she had an old family friend at Hogwarts who was happy to pass on inside information. Therfore she had been able to apply for the vacant job before the Headmaster had time to discuss the matter with his Deputy. It'd be so great to surprise her. The last years had been hard on their relationship. They had found themselves being busy in turns and one shared month in summer was all they could manage. Hopefully things would be different soon.