we meet again || [Luka & Dominique]

Luka hummed to himself as he entered Zakat, dodging around other people so he didn't bump into them. Looking around warily, he finally found an empty table and sat down heavily, sighing in relief. Shopping with his mother was not something he wanted to do again any time soon - it was one of the highest forms of torture.

Running a hand through his hair, he sat back in his seat and smiled politely at people as they walked past, looking at him curiously. He was, after all, 'young' in their eyes and he was without adult supervision - he was bound to be up to no good.

But he wasn't. Putting his elbow up on the table, he laid his chin on his palm and waited for his mother to come and get him after her extended trip to get some more clothes.

Dominique snook into Zakat Inn, hoping her attempt to avoid her evil auntie had actually worked for once. Sometimes Dommie swore that her aunt Danielle had super sensitive hearing and vision. She sat at a table that she had thought to be empty until she looked up and saw someone sat there.

"Oh, sorry I will go!" she started until she took a second glance. "Luka? Is that you?" she asked, still recognising him after all of the years that they had spent apart.

Luka almost huffed when someone sat down at his table, but when he looked up, he felt himself go slightly numb with shock. His eyes widened and he thought his breath had stopped for a while before he finally managed to shake himself out of his state.

"D-Dominique," He squeaked, before coughing to try and get his voice back to normal. "It's.. been a while," Was the only thing he could come up with after a short while, the shock still coursing through him. He could barely think because there she was, his best (and pretty much only) friend from back in France.

Dominique gave a small giggle at his reaction, but in all she felt the same. "You could put it like that" she smiled thinking about the childhood memories she had of him. He had always been the one to make her forget about her family, and then he had left, leaving Dominique on her own.

"So what brings you to Russia?" she asked him, looking around the Tavern, making sure her auntie hadn't followed her in.

Luka smiled warmly at her, shaking his head. He placed his hands down on his lap in front of him, tilting his head and just looking at her. She had changed a lot since he had last seen her.

"I live here," He said quietly. "Have been since I moved from France, ma chérie. I go to Durmstrang now - it's a pretty good school," Grinning at her, he shrugged his shoulders. "What're you doing here, though? Last I heard, you were going to Beauxbatons."