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 kept looking up at Viktor. Watching him looking at her, seeing him seemingly searching for words, though she had an idea of what it was he was trying to say. “It’s a thing,” she accepted with a chuckle, delighted by the grin that graced his otherwise usually serious face. “And now it’s mine. Thank you, Viktor.” She really was grateful for it. Not the actual Snitch, but the thought behind it, the gesture. Looking at it, it reminded her of one of her cakes, the Meridien… Maybe she should make that for him sometime, or make it a special before the next season… but that wasn’t important now
Slipping her fingers between Viktor’s, Melinda’s own closed around the little golden ball while Viktor was still holding her hand. “You probably have to go join your team for the medal ceremony, don’t you?” she asked, knowing that their time here was as limited as their privacy. “But… find me afterwards?”