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, |
“Creeping? Really?” Melinda looked up at Oliver, her lips quivering slightly as she tried to keep a smile from ruining the look of doubt on her face before she shook her head. “You really don’t seem like the creeping type to me,” she chuckled. “Besides, if you really want to smell my flowers, there are better and easier ways to do that than creeping.” Releasing the smile that just seemed to find its way to her lips naturally tonight, she tilted her head, watching him curiously for a moment. “No window, really?” Living without plants she could somewhat understand, though even that would only have to be temporary for her, but thinking of her own flat with the windows on both sides, she could only think that living in a place without windows would be downright punishing for her.
“Thank you. I do like,” she assured him. “Your mum and sister did a very good job. My compliments to them.” Flirting with Oliver on the journal had been easy, just like dancing with him was easy. Melinda had meant it when she had told Cho that she didn’t have a plan when it came to men and dating. And really? Was it so bad to enjoy an evening with a handsome, charming man, get to know him a little better and then take it from there? Melinda didn’t think so. “Dad taught me, when we were living in the flat above the Apothecary, before I went to Hogwarts.”