Sofi clung to him gleefully as they swerved in and out of traffic. The pair of them both were wearing black leather jackets. Sofi completed the outfit with black pants of the same material while DC wore more conventional jeans. His white shirt underneath the jacket made him look more like James Dean, he thought, grinning into his helmet.
Destination: Chinatown. Eastern wizards had moved in with their immigrant cousins. They hid their shops behind a very useful and very lucrative medicine trade. Many muggles thought that Chinese medicine and magic were the same. Close enough, he'd heard it said, for Ministry work.
His favorite shop sold the finest rockets and fireworks known to wizarding kind. What was ingenious was that a muggle could use them with a match or other fire source, but when touched off by wizarding fire, the rockets were something else entirely.
Sofi had definitely missed this. Not just the riding of the fantastic R1, but, more importantly, being with DC. It had been a long two weeks for her, with its many rehearsals and costume fittings for the upcoming recital. It had been made even longer by the fact that DC had been in America, attending his father's wedding. Still, he was back now, and they were on their way for an exciting evening of sheer play.
She had dressed for the occasion, too, a fact that had made her friend Maxie from dance tease her mercilessly. "Really, Sof," he'd said when she'd come out of the changing room at the studio, raising one pale blond eyebrow, "You can't just dress like that and not warn the boy."
"Why not?" Sofi had laughed, spinning so Maxie could look at her outfit, which consisted of a light blue halter-neck shirt that had basically no back to it and not much more front, tight black leather trousers, and a leather jacket. Maxie had watched her and rolled his eyes.
"Because, my dear girl," he answered patiently, "Not all boys are interested in other boys, like I am. He'll be drooling all over you, if you wear that...." He flashed her a quick grin. "Unless, of course, that's what you want..."
"Ah, finally he gets it!" Sofi cried, and the two of them had enjoyed a good laugh. So far, her plan to make DC look at her was working, but she still hadn't taken off her jacket and shown him her shirt yet. Maybe when they got wherever it was they were going...
Eyes darting to catch all of the traffic merging and exiting, DC continued the intricate dance of motorcycle and car. Nothing too dangerous, mind you, just enough danger to keep him interested. Helmet was enough for this type of ride, no body pads or anyhting like that. Besides, he was carrying precious cargo.
The city lights and sounds grew brighter as they entered London. Greens, reds, golds, blues...a myriad of neon sparkled around them in the warm evening. He signaled and turned onto a street that was even more brightly lit. Gold dragons adorned many of the shops and cats waved from every business window. Streamers and lanterns were strung across the road and pedestrian traffic took a decidedly Eastern turn. Chinatown.
Sofi gasped in delight when they turned down a street into a part of London she'd always wanted to visit but never had the opportunity to. "Chinatown!" she exclaimed into her helmet, not sure if DC would be able to hear her, "Sweet! What're we gonna do here?"
She scanned the shops eagerly, looking at all the bright colors and exciting window displays. There seemed to be a never-ending wealth of things to do here, and she couldn't wait to get started.
DC stopped the bike at a small, hole-in-the-wall shop and parked the bike in front. He held the bike steady for Sofi to get off while he took his helmet off.
"Finest fireworks this side of Europe...in fact, I think the only place you can get better ones are from China itself...that and they have some pretty cool herbs and stuff...aaand the shop next door does food...the store beyond that does fashion stuff...and...and and and! There's a parade tonight I think, so, that'll start at eight...its gonna be cool..."
Sofi clambered off the bike and removed her own helmet, listening eagerly to DC's list of things they could do. She was about to answer when she noticed something she hadn't been able to see before, since DC had had his helmet on. "Cross... your hair! It's all... blond-ish, now... well, sort of... and shorter! When did you do that? In America?"
She reached over, placing her helmet in DC's hands, and tugged experimentally on his hair. "Looks nice," she commented almost shyly, smiling slightly at him. Her expression shifted to a much more teasing expression. "Now, are ya gonna say anything to me or what? I mean, you just pulled up, waved at me, and handed me a helmet. No 'hi', no nothin'. So, do I get a 'hi' now?"
Sofi raised her eyebrows slightly at the knowledge that DC had changed his hair before ever leaving for America. Whatever had given him the idea to do so? Normally he didn't do such things unless someone suggested it... who had? Not his mother, surely. From what Sofi had heard of her, he would never take her advice on anything. So.... who, then?
"I do like it... it looks really good. Not that I didn't like the black, of course, but this just looks.... hmm. It looks good with your eyes, I guess." She smirked at him, flicking her eyebrows. "And no, we're not going anywhere. Not until you at least hug me or something. Just to be contrary, ya know...."
Grinning, DC nodded an affirmation. "Thats my girl...glad to see you're learning from an expert on contrariness. You want a hug or something, eh...?"
He moved quickly at her in a rushing move and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't stop laughing, though, and wound up just holding her after the initial rush. Inertia couldn't be denied, however, so he wound up spinning the both of them around. DC went with the motion and arched his back picking her up several inches. With this, he added a quick kiss. He set her back down again, still grinning like an idiot.
Sofi gasped as DC suddenly grabbed her, but then she was laughing too as he spun them around. She actually squeaked in surprise when he picked her up -- she hadn't known he would be able to do so so easily -- but it morphed into a little whimper of delight as he swiftly kissed her before setting her down.
"I missed you, too, Dmitri," she whispered, keeping her arms around his neck so he couldn't pull away, "A lot...." She pulled him to her again, not able to keep herself from indulging in another short kiss. She tried not to push it too far, though, not wanting to scare him. Breaking away again, she slid back out of his arms, still holding onto both of his hands. "So... where are we going, exactly, boy-o?"
"Well, turn around and walk about three steps. Theres a BIIIIIIG red door there. Open that up, take three more steps, and enjoy yourself."
He let the sarcasm come out to play, and damn, it felt good to be back in business. Sofi wasn't the best person to tease, but she was the only one available. On top of that, he was feeling smug. Apparently, the thing with Gemma had worked. He suspected that the veela-freak had fixed him of his problem, and it was true. He was back as a confident, sassy bastard.
Watch out world... His smug grin was either too much to repress or, more likely, he didn't feel like repressing it at all.
Sofi laughed, sliding her arm into the crook of DC's. "Well, well... guess who's in a good mood, eh? You had a good time in America, I'll assume.... otherwise, you wouldn't be quite so happy now, eh?" She drug him forward, as was her custom, until they reached the large red door he'd described. She pushed it open, hearing a little bell tinkle as she did so, then tugged him into the store after her. After two steps, she stopped and closed her eyes.
"Lead me in the rest of the way... then at least you'll have somethin' to surprise me with..."
"No, actually, the wedding was horrid. The whole bloody trip was boring because I had to be behaved or the new lady-in-law would have castrated me. Dad had to get married to a veterinarian, you see....bollocks, the lot of it..."
She drug him to the threshold and then promptly gave him control back. He took her hand and gently guided her to the middle of the store. She was probably smelling the dried herbs, the tea, and the black powder in the fireworks. He couldn't wait for her to open her eyes and see all of the selection.
"Really? You didn't have fun? Then why are you so happy?" Sofi asked softly as she was led into the shop. She kept a firm grip on DC's hand, not wanting to trip and accidentally let go. She stopped when told to, unable to keep a little giggle of anticipation slip between her lips before opening her eyes.
Her subsequent gasp and peal of laughter was likely heard in at least two shops on either side of theirs. She had never seen so many fireworks in her life, nor so many types. There were also literally hundreds of other fascinating-looking things in the shop, including spices, herbs, and what looked like perfume bottles.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "Wow! It would take even you about five years to get through all of those!" She turned to DC, her eyes bright with excitement. "How many can we get?"
"My pockets have an undetectable extension charm on them and inside one of those pockets is a credit card. Daddy'll forgive me."
Somehow, the sweet and innocent look didn't fit the gleam in his eyes. In addition to the extension charm, he could transfigure them to make them lighter. If she wanted the whole shop, he might be a bit pressed to afford it, but he'd do his best for her.
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