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, |
“Nonsense!” Melinda objected with mock-outrage, that soon turned into unbreakable confidence; “I can teach you to make just about any cake and you’d have people come back for more. Then again, I would need a spokesperson, and who better than someone who’s actually been through the program and who would look good in the brochures?”
When Oliver summoned his broom, Melinda caught Cho’s eyes and held up her hand as if to say ‘Five minutes’. It might take longer than that, but she just wanted to let her know that she intended to be back fairly soon. Looking down at the broom she drew in a deep breath; it had been years since she had been on a broom, and she had never been considered a strong flyer. Oliver, however, she knew to be one, so taking his hand for support, she stepped out of her shoes and let him help her onto the broom. Her arms tightened around his waist when he kicked off and they were airborne.
Melinda watched the lights of the city as they flew over it, but it wasn’t until Oliver landed on top of the London Eye that she realised where they were. Up here, the wind was whipping her hair in her face and her dress around her legs, but the view! The view was amazing and Melinda was speechless. Nothing she had done or tried before provided her with words to describe what she was seeing. Only one word kept coming back to her.
Oliver’s arms around her brought her back to the here and now, and slowly she turned in his arms until she was looking up at him. Her eyes were shining; her smile was bright when she nodded. “It’s beautiful,” she smiled up at him, her head spinning and her heart pounding, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the height and the wind or if it was from the way Oliver was looking at her. “This is… one to remember.” Leaning closer to him, she rose up on her toes resting her hands on his chest. “Thank you, Oliver,” she whispered against his lips.