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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

If you didn’t count the times Oliver had been in her shop, this was only the third time they met, and each time Melinda was surprised by how her memories of him just didn’t measure up to real life. When he opened the door, her smile just grew, spread, brightened and she felt just the slightest bit dizzy at the sheer exuberance of him. “Charmer,” she chuckled, cut off by his quick kiss. He was so warm, so alive, so animated and his enthusiasm made her feel welcome and wanted. “Oh, other blondes, plural?” she teased as she followed him inside his flat – it really didn’t have any windows, but if nothing else, it was efficiently arranged – listening to his explanation. Melinda looked to the package from the Owl in his hand, then up at Oliver, pieces of a puzzle she hadn’t been aware of beginning to fall into place. “Als is Alicia Spinnet,” she concluded and took a seat in the offered chair.

Kicking off her shoes, Melinda pulled her feet up and looked around the flat while Oliver went to get… something. She couldn’t imagine living here, but she didn’t think it was as bad as Oliver had made it sound. Leaning back in her seat with a slice of pizza on her plate, she took a bite of it, humming contently at the taste; there was just something so unidentifiably satisfying about eating with your fingers. His compliment had her blushing a little; she hadn’t really done anything, except make a Floo call and wait for the Owl to return with the food… “It wasn’t the éclairs that kept me,” she admitted, “I just had to pack them up. But like I wrote, I got a rush order for chocolate ice cream…” she let the sentence hang for a moment, figuring that Oliver would realise exactly which order had kept her when he opened the package and saw the Sweet Nothings logo on the box of ice cream inside. “I’m good, I’m fine, but I’m worried about you. What happened? Are you alright?” Unconsciously she leaned forward, towards him. When she had read his journal entry she had been concerned, though it had eased a little when she had seen his request for her to come over. Still, that concern and worrying for his wellbeing wasn’t gone, because he had crashed and been sent home and that, to her, was cause for concern.