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Oliver Bloody Wood (oliverwoodwould) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Melinda and Oliver and Open
"Motivational Baker sounds like the new, hip occupation. Sign me up!" he joked. "Of course, my baking would mostly likely motivate people to throw up, so I guess I should stick to Keeper. Suits me better." The brush of Melinda's fingers on his neck was doing a very good job of motivating him to want to come back more often, and he hoped he could cement that idea with his little jaunt.

When she agreed, Oliver was delighted-he could think well on his feet and he was good at sweeping girls off their feet, if unpracticed on what to do once he had them. He didn't worry about that part and only smiled widely and summoned his broom. "I promise to have you back in one piece before they cut the cake," he vowed, before setting her next to him and hopping up. His broom was designed by his brother, and the balance hardly shifted at all with the added weight of Melinda (though she was quite slight, of course). "Hold on tight," he said, and kicked off from the ground, ignoring the stares after them.

Off he flew, a destination not TOO far off in mind. Though it was long closed, Oliver knew a wizard who moonlighted at the London Eye, and he knew the password to get in the top of the stilled ride. From up there, the city below glowed. He helped Melinda down and let her take the sights in for a moment before approaching her, taking her into his arms and looking down on her, eyes twinkling again.

"Do you like it?"