Throughout most of the questions game, Hugh had been sitting on the sofa in the living room of his flat, drinking a beer and alternately playing the game and reading through his script for tomorrow's recordings. He'd been flirting with Melinda the whole time they were playing, but that was just the way he was. And, well, he was maybe a little surprised when she agreed to come by, he hadn't thought it would be quite that ... easy.
When she agreed, though, he grabbed his script and journal and stowed them away in his bag to bring to the studio with him tomorrow. And, because he had been teasing about it, he stopped in the bedroom to dig one of his old Ravenclaw ties out of a drawer, stuffing it into the pocket of his slacks. The tie he wore had been loosened to half-mast once he got home, and he'd undone a couple of his shirt buttons and rolled up the sleeves. He was just returning to the sitting room when a girl fell -- literally -- out of his fireplace. "If you're not Melinda, I might have to call the hitwizards, unless you wanted to change my mind," he said with a grin. He walked over and offered a hand to help her up. "I'm Hugh Bradley, by the way." Well, if she was Melinda -- and, hey, even if she wasn't! -- she was pretty. Definitely not bad on the eyes.