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, |
Of course, there were other Quidditch players out and about today, and though she had feelings for this particular Quidditch player, they weren’t the same as for Viktor and Oliver. Almost immediately she felt her shoulders relax – she hadn’t been aware that she had been tense until now – and her smile brighten significantly.
“Poor?” she laughed as Roger casually strolled into her stand. “Never associated ‘poor’ with you, my dear,” and without hesitation or reservation she hugged him back. Smiling up at him, she shrugged and gestured to the only cooler that didn’t hold cake or lemonade. “Bryn’s made some sandwiches, please help yourself, and I had a date. What’s new with you? No Marcus today?”