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Melinda Bobbin ([info]_melinda_) wrote in [info]magicofloverpg,
@ 2016-01-26 23:36:00

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Entry tags:!rp, char: bill weasley, char: melinda bobbin, season: 1

RP: Marshmallows!
Characters: Bill and Melinda + Open
Date: 26. January
Setting: The kitchen in Villa Acacia
Summary: Melinda promised Bill she would show him how to make marshmallows
Warnings: TBD, though it’s sticky and gooey and Bill & Mel


Melinda couldn’t quite remember how they had gone from snuggling on a beach chair, watching the sun set over the ocean, to rummaging through the fridge back in Villa Acacia in search of pasteurized egg whites. But they were, and with a whoop of victory, she turned around and held up the small bottle.

“Found them,” she grinned and gave Bill a quick kiss before she handed him the whites and turned back to get the last few things from in there.

“So, it seems that unless we go with mostly artificial flavours, everything readymade is red.” She held up the three bottles. “Raspberry, strawberries or cherry?”



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[info]_intombs
2016-02-04 05:30 am UTC (link)
Bill was able to keep it firm and consistent as he whipped the stuff together. Not something for the weak, surprisingly enough. No wonder his mother had strong arms -- you couldn't do quite everything with magic. He watched as the color mixed in, and then as the other stuff started to thicken up, never varying his pace unless she said so, trying to make sure that no lumps or excess anything formed.

Now that the stuff was set aside for a little bit, he smirked faintly and put an arm on each side of her, leaning against the counter, playfully trapping her against it. "Oh, whatever could we do," he drawled. "I have no ideas. None at all." His eyes sparkled.

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