Friends reunited (Ric and Dom)

Ric ordered his butterbeer and moved to sit at the spare table in the corner. It had been years since he'd met seen Dom so it was a nice surprise to recieve an owl saying he was back in the UK. It was rather a shock to have recieved it after all those years of going their own seperate ways. He couldn't help but think what he had been up to these past few years.

With that Dom walked out of his night club turned fight club and made his way over to one of the other pubs along the same stretch of road, or wasn't so hard to find the place Ric had told him, was exactly as he described it. Walking into the place he looked around, wasnt the nicest of places, more like a dive than a dream but it served alcohol that's all that mattered to him right now.

Looking around he spotted the guy, it was just like he had grown taller but not really changed that much, but he supposed he had done, after all he was quite young when they had met.

"Ric, mate, been a while."

He glanced up as a man entered and smiled, he hadn't changed one bit. "Alright mate long time no see." He smiled getting to his feet to greet his old friend. "So how you been these past few years?" He asked, he knew he'd be successful he just wasn't the type to fit back and do nothing with his life.

Dom was pleased to see Ric, almost like you didn't know what you had until it was gone you know? With a devilish grin he clasped his hand and shook Rics hard, a good firm handshake was always key when meeting with friends.

"Alright there charmer, I've been doing good, got myself my own fight club what about yourself?"

He knew that Ric wouldn't have some pencil pushers job, he loved to be out in the field and he expected to hear some wild stories from him.

He smiled and clasped Doms arm in greeting, it was the natural way to greet in durmstrang. "Oh a fight club eh? I knew it. I knew you'd do something like that." He smiled. "Never were one to sit back and do nothing were you?" He said moving to take his seat again at the table.

"Oh the usual hunting and tracking jobs oh and i landed the headmaster gig at Hogwarts." He shrugged taking a sip of his drink. "So what brings you back to England? I thought you liked Spain?" He asked.

Dom grinned happily when Ric greeted him in the way they had often greeted each other in the old school days, smirking he sat down on the chair in front of him snapping his fingers for getting the attention of the barman.

"Headmaster? Pen pusher? Gee Ric without the hunter gigs you'd go crazy inside I can tell, so how's that treating you."

Shrugging his shoulders he ordered a fire whiskey and waited for the bottle to arrive, he folded his arms and looked jokingly at Ric.

"I was liking it, but there's not enough money over there any more. Why you got out of the hunter gig?"