Who: Melella is back, bitches! Where: Bobbinses flat, then probably the Leaky? When: 8pm Sunday evening What: alcohol! Warnings: probably nothing too crazy.
Melinda had finally bought her own scarf, reflecting as she fastened it in place that she was a lot happier with it than the one she'd been using from Marina. The skulls weren't exactly her, and it had been unsettlingly transparent in the wrong light. Marina had insisted that she keep it anyway, while helping her pick this one out. Oddly, Melinda's injury and Marek's coma seemed to have brought them closer together as sisters.
That would have been a lot cooler if Melinda had done pretty much anything else since getting Marek out of the hospital. She just lacked motivation to do things, and didn't see the point in trying before her trial. She hadn't seen Alec in weeks, she was barely eating, sleeping a lot and at random hours. Melinda recognized symptoms of depression in herself, but it didn't seem that important. If she was going to Azkaban, what would it matter? She didn't even know when her trial was.
Face securely covered, she came back out to the living room to wait for Ella. When was the last time she'd left the flat? She wasn't certain. Well, whatever. No point dwelling on it any more than anything else.