Re: Bill + Melinda + OPEN
”Right,” Melinda confirmed, tilting her head slightly as she took the man in front of her in. She’d seen him before. Back in London. He’d been in Sweet Nothings with Fleur Delacour – whom she had no trouble remembering after the Beauxbaton students spent a whole school year at the Ravenclaw table – and children who she could only assume were theirs. He looked different tonight, and it wasn’t the clothes or their surroundings that made him look different. Him being here as part of the show, she could only assume that the fight she had witnessed between him and Fleur, however civilized they had tried to keep it, had been part of a journey towards a split. He was one of those rare people who could smile this broadly and still look cool without coming off as a git. There was a warmth to that smile that countered the harshness of the scars that marred… no, his scars didn’t exactly mar his face, they added to it somehow.
His question was so simple, so every-day, and so perfectly timed that it just worked. “I’m good… Bill? Right?” she asked, though she was pretty certain that this was Bill. “And I’m loving this place.” It slipped out before she had even thought about it, but she did. She just probably hadn’t expected to admit to that so openly this early on. “You ready for this whole… experience?”