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Melinda Bobbin ([info]_melinda_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
Cars had never really been a thing in Melinda’s life. They weren’t completely unfamiliar either. After all, you didn’t grow up in London – even in a secluded area like Diagon Alley – without at least being aware of cars, and as Melinda had been brought up without hesitations about entering the Muggle world, cars was just something that was. That said, it hadn’t been until she had started at the culinary school that she had actually been a passenger in a car and she hadn’t been in one since the war had ended and she had received her diplomas. But Dominic was a nice guy and a drive around the countryside – whichever countryside that might be – sounded like a welcome change of pace. And the other witch who was going? Genie, was her name, well, she was someone that Melinda had yet to meet.

It had taken a little longer getting ready than she had first planned, though not so long that she wasn’t ready when she looked out the window and saw Dominic lighting up a cigarette. Pulling on her boots, she made sure that she had everything she needed in her bag, she shrugged into her woollen coat and headed down the stairs, her heels clacking with each step she took, until she could step out onto the street. “Hello, Dominic,” she greeted him with a smile, and for the first time in a long while she felt like she was actually moving forward rather than just being. “How are you today?”


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