Cho and Finbar
Watching Cho was like watching a wind-up toy wound too tightly and bound by an Impedimenta that was about to break. She was a ball of contained energy, and Finbar almost feared that if anybody bumped into her too hard, she’d burst and start bouncing around the room. Several times while they waited for any names to get called, he caught her eyes, smiling at her and felt that incredible sense of being drawn to her again.
The minute he heard Cho’s name, he saw her already the better part of the way to the roses, and even before she had taken one, she burst out his name. It was more of a question than a statement, and the look of relief on her face at finally being released had him burst out in a light laugh. He didn’t say anything, simply covered the distance between them in a couple of long strides. Still chuckling he cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up so he could kiss her. “Yes, Cho?” he asked, still trying to keep from outright laughing again.