touch-a touch-a touch-a me

Tired, Minos walked into the store with a little less arrogance than he did when he was energetic. His paces were slower, his head a little lower, his strides shorter. Really, it didn't matter, because the only reason he was here was to get a long roll of parchment to draw some designs on before he burned them so no one would find out.

He looked at a shelf with a million different kinds of parchment, and swore he saw a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.

Haze had forgotten to buy a new pot of ink. She only had thirty minutes before the shop closed. She felt tired and she didn't even do all of her homework properly yet. At least she tried, though.

When she walked inside, she saw Minos. Her heart skipped a beat. Why did he look so dashing? She sighed, and smiled when she decided to walk up to him. "How's it going post Durmstrang, Hansoff?" she asked.

Minos blinked when the young girl came towards him. Of course. No wonder it was so familiar. Hazelle Abigail Bass, party queen of what he liked to call the Young Ones of Durmstrang (there was another one, but rumour has it she's in Hogwarts this year. Not like Minos had time for such things). She was also Faye's housemate, which is why he finds it a shock that they haven't met yet. Then again, Hazelle wasn't quite Little Hansoff's type, now was she?

"I'm quite alright, Bass," he replied, a small smirk tugging on his lips. Nostalgia was flooding him. Slowly, but surely. "You do know the fact I am no longer invited to such pleasurable gatherings saddens me so."

Hazelle laughed, even though she ha almost no idea what Minos was talking about. Though she knew it had something to do with not being able to go parties or something and how crappy he felt about that. "The joys of being young, eh, Hansoff?" she asked. She continued to walk. "So what are you really up to?"

Minos tried not to flinch. He didn't want to tell Haze about his fashion degree in Moscow, how he ha to evade the careful surveillance of anyone he knew. If he wasn't telling any of his friends, chances of him telling Haze about it is absolute zilch.

"Nothing in particular," he replied, a smirk finally appearing in his features, "and what are you up to, Ravek?" *

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* Ravek = a term used to mean 'dear one' in the Obernewtyn Chronicles.

Haze replied, "So you say." She knew that Minos wasn't going to be able to hide anything from her. No one could. Hazelle Bass was Master Information Gatherer and nobody escaped her.

The blonde blushed when Minos had called her that. "Nothing," she grinned. "Nothing much."

Minos repeated what Haze had said to him. "So you say," he replied, a smirk upon his face, "I can play the Hide-And-Seek game as well as you do, y'know?"

He knew he started it, but whatever.

"Have you found a snogger as good as I am?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Whoever said I was playing Hide and Seek?" Haze asked, her smirk growing wider. She was trying her best to hide her blush. Working or not, screw that. Being with Minos alone was good enough.

"Nope, and I'm damn proud of it," she replied, winking.

"I just guessed, from what you were saying," Minos replied confidently, and he couldn't help but just sit there and watch Haze. That was how they clicked, or so he thought. Her smiles and her confidence. Sure, she wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world, but she was amazing in every other way.

"Want a recap?" asked Minos, a mischievous lilt in his voice.

Haze laughed, and her hands reached forward to grab Minos's shirt, something she was used to doing. She tiptoed and pressed her lips against his. Her mind felt nostalgic over what had happened during those old parties.

As usual, his lips were warm.