Cho and Melinda
"Indeed. I'd say they actually shot for highbrow rather than plebeian and landed somewhere in the middle," Melinda agreed. She took another drink before adding, "I think even the Prophet will be hard-pressed to find fault with anything for tomorrow's write-up."
Melinda wasn't sure if she was flattered or not to have Cho not consider her a distraction, but she smiled nontheless. "You're too kind, Cho. At least I can make myself useful." Though to be honest, that's all Melinda had been doing so far that night: making herself useful. It was tiring and just a bit frustrating.