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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Alex? Devon? Brighid? Kids? Melinda was well aware that you couldn’t know about people’s backgrounds simply by looking at them, but when she had first seen Genie, she had thought her a regular witch, slightly younger than herself, single and pretty upbeat. Now, however, names were turning up left and right and Melinda didn’t know how to attach them to her, though what surprised her the most was the throw-away comment about the kids. “You live with your siblings?” she asked, not knowing anything about how that would be either, but it seemed the least offensive and unassuming way of asking how the names, bikes and cars connected to the girl in the backseat.

Dominic’s admission about his reactions to broomsticks were pretty much what she had heard from any Muggleborns that she had met at school, and as always, that exuberance about them had her chuckling and shake her head slowly. “I grew up in Diagon Alley, and aside from the weekends we’ve spent in the cottage in Puddlemere and the years at school, I’ve always lived in London, and mostly the Wizarding World, but broomsticks?” Again she shook her head. Opening her mouth, she was about to share how Oliver would comment on how tightly she had clung to him the few times they had gone flying, but thought better of it; she didn’t want to talk about him. Not to today. Not when she was doing something new with people she only knew peripherally but whom she already had a good feeling about. “There are Muggle superheroes on brooms?” she asked instead, because to her, that didn’t sound all the different from Quidditch stars.