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’s eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise when Oliver handed her a present. Not because it was wrapped in an old Prophet – which had its own charm – but because she hadn’t expected anything from him. “I- thank you,” she told him, and looked around for a moment, before she handed him her glass, curiosity taking over where proper manners most likely dictated that she saved the present for later. “It’s been an amazing evening so far,” she smiled up at him, as she unwrapped the present and looked down at the comb that was there.
“Oliver, this… this is gorgeous. Thank you!” she said and wet her lips. She had been given presents before, even jewellery, but making that fit with a regular customer, a Quidditch player with quite the reputation and a smile that could make her cheeks heat up wasn’t anything she could do right now. Quickly she reached up and pulled out the bobby pins that was holding her hair up, swept up the side</i> and fastened it with the comb. “Like this?” she asked, her eyes dancing as she regained her equilibrium by using the pretty comb rather than just setting it aside for later.
