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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The clearing of a throat had Melinda look up, and the minute she saw someone in the door to the kitchen, she knew it was Tristan. It had to be. He looked quite different from the boy she remembered from school, but there were still traces of him there. Like most people she knew, she knew what had happened – that he had been with the Death Eaters and had gone to Azkaban for that – but she could count and that way see that he obviously had sat out his sentence and was now working to get back into society. Some people would probably claim that she should keep her distance from him, but since he was willing to give it a try, she was glad to give him a chance. And she really could use his help. After all, the worst that could happen was that it didn’t work out in which case she would be down some strawberries, and Tristan would have to find another way to make some extra money. If she thought about it, then she could probably still help out that way, by finding something else for him to do. For now, though, she smiled at him as she wiped her hands on her apron, leaving a slight smear, before she went to him, holding out her hand in greeting. “Hello, Tristan,” she greeted him. “Glad you could make it.”

Hands on her hips, she looked over to Mark and gave him a small nod to let him know that she had this and there was no reason for concern. “Uhm…” she turned back to Tristan, getting her mind back on the standard information for new employees. “If you’ll follow me, we’ve some lockers out back where you can put your things,” she nodded to the ring on his finger, “your ring, and I can get you and apron before washing up and get to work, and if you’ve any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.”