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, |
It was a rare occasion, but even those happened, when it was someone other than Melinda who was the rational one, and in this case it was a charmingly spontaneous Gryffindor. His gentle gesture, brushing hair out of her face had her eyes flutter closed for a moment before she nodded, his suggestion – which sounded almost like a plan – making her smile. “Sounds like something to remember” she said softly, tilting her head up for a soft peck to his lips. And if they didn’t make it to that other spot, the rooftop was facing east and the garden sofa well stocked with blankets for cold evenings.
“Thank you,” she whispered, gently tracing the tips of her fingers along his jawline. “We should go,” she sighed then nodded as if to steel off her decision. Reaching down to the bench, she picked up Oliver’s broom and handed it to him. “Before Cho lays claim to my shoes,” or before she caved and did something that would ruin what they had started here tonight. “And my feet are getting cold.”