Art: Catch.
Title: Catch
Characters: Minerva McGonagall/Rolanda Hooch
Rating: G
Credits: *SenshiStock's Sailor Gossips, *charfade's Grass Brushes and ~eMelody's Bird Brushes.
Summary: This early, school and grounds were hers. Minerva soared higher, surveying the cold pitch, which low mists filled like water. For an hour she enjoyed the lonely rhythm of throwing and catching until far movement stopped her. She left, but the memory of the Ravenclaw's lean body soaring across the sky lingered on her mind all day. Minerva saw her again the next day, and the next. On their fourth day, Rolanda flew up and asked, voice gruff with shyness, if she wanted to join her. The speed of Minerva's weak-kneed agreement was mostly due to the girl's golden eyes.
A/N: My indecision when it comes to femme!ships makes my Minerva get a lot of action, and here is one more Minerva/Rolanda. Sorry about the clumsy quidditch title metaphor and the spam.


Characters: Minerva McGonagall/Rolanda Hooch
Rating: G
Credits: *SenshiStock's Sailor Gossips, *charfade's Grass Brushes and ~eMelody's Bird Brushes.
Summary: This early, school and grounds were hers. Minerva soared higher, surveying the cold pitch, which low mists filled like water. For an hour she enjoyed the lonely rhythm of throwing and catching until far movement stopped her. She left, but the memory of the Ravenclaw's lean body soaring across the sky lingered on her mind all day. Minerva saw her again the next day, and the next. On their fourth day, Rolanda flew up and asked, voice gruff with shyness, if she wanted to join her. The speed of Minerva's weak-kneed agreement was mostly due to the girl's golden eyes.
A/N: My indecision when it comes to femme!ships makes my Minerva get a lot of action, and here is one more Minerva/Rolanda. Sorry about the clumsy quidditch title metaphor and the spam.


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That would be because it tends to render me speechless. This is gorgeous, and quite moving.
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There is so much to love about this, but what absolutely kills me for some reason is the birdie in the hoop! I bet it's the sparrow with whom I shared an ice-cream cone the other day.
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(Maybe a late comment - but just found this through