Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Melinda had been in Hogsmeade since early that morning. Sweet Nothings’ stall wouldn’t open until noon, but until then she had kept the large table in front of the stall brimming with pastries, tea, and coffee for the volunteers who were working hard on getting everything ready. As the volunteers’ work started changing from setting up to making sure things were ready, Melinda started setting up the assortment of cakes for the guests today.
This was her third year doing this, her third year offering slices of layer cakes, cups of tea or coffee, and glasses of pumpkin juice and various lemonades at prices that only just covered the prices of the ingredients, while the shop back in Monument Alley was only open for those picking up previously made orders. It was a small thing, she knew that, but this and donating to charities was what she knew how to do; her way of atoning. She hadn’t stayed, rather when the war had started she had fled, hid in the Muggle world, only returning once the war had ended to help rebuilding by doing what she did best: making cakes and desserts.
Standing in the stall, she was happy to have Bryn there with her. They didn’t talk a whole lot, just a comfortable presence as they served the people who stopped by. She knew that somewhere out there, Oliver was either walking around or preparing for the show-off the Quidditch players had agreed to do, and that made her nervous. On the other hand, Viktor had said that he would be there with the children which excited her, it made her smile and at the same time feel both anxious to see him and hesitant, because she wasn’t sure if he – or she – was ready for the world to see…
So she did what she did best; enjoyed the customers stopping by, greeting them with a smile and a “Hello, how may I help you?”