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, |
After two glasses of Cho’s punch, Melinda was pretty certain that if she was to continue having a fun evening and night – as opposed to a fun evening and night that she couldn’t remember – she needed to take a bit of a break from the potent drink. The alternative had come when a friend from school had offered to make her something that he believed was right up her alley. Moments later Melinda had found herself with a milkshake, of all things, though also with plenty of assurances that the smooth treat was the perfect accessory for her blue gingham dress. Whether that was true or not, didn’t really matter, because the drink was delicious and though it may not have been as free of alcohol as she had initially set out for, at least the ice cream would lessen the effect a bit.
Spotting someone arriving via broom, Melinda excused herself and made her way towards the edge of the garden when she recognised the newest arrival. The slightly flirty exchange on the journals had been fun, and though she had hoped Oliver would take her up on her invitation, she hadn’t been sure that he would. Now here he was, and try as she might, she couldn’t help the bright smile once he was safely on the ground. “Glad you could make it,” she greeted him and sipped from her drink.