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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Melinda shook her head; she didn’t need Cho to provide her with anymore words for Oliver, and if she was completely honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure she agreed with him being stupid. None of them were. They had gotten caught up in the flirting, the romantic gestures, the feeling of being in love and adored and really? Who wouldn’t have? No, Oliver’s only real fault in this was not letting her know when he had had enough and simply left her to wonder what she had done wrong until she had caught up with him and had put an end to it.

And now? Now that small sliver of doubt that was always there had reared its ugly head. Now she didn’t have work to bury herself in, cake designs to ponder, or details to focus on. Now there was just free time and reminders of how amazing it had felt to leave her otherwise level-headed self behind and lose herself in night-flights and sunrises with an unfathomably handsome Quidditch star. Melinda couldn’t help but snort a bit, because no matter how much she tried to convince herself that Oliver was just a pretty face with a lot of romantic ideas, she knew better; he was a good man and things had just changed for some reason she still didn’t know, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Not right now, at least.

Resting her cheek on her arm, Melinda looked up at Cho. “It was stupid,” she said and drew in a deep breath as she blinked slowly. But sweet Rowena it felt good. All of it.”