the me and you of yesterday [honey]

A bell chimed in an annoyingly pleasant fashion as Torr entered the candy shop late one July afternoon. Even though it was hot, the Regan was still dressed in his usual of all black - black jeans, black tshirt with a faded dark gray graphic design that was barely noticeable on the black fabric, and his usual well-worn black boots. His hair fell across his forehead and with one hand, his fingers decorated with his many silvered rings, he pushed it back as he glanced around the shop. With a hint of nostalgia swirling up to the forefront of his mind, Torr smirked. He hadn't been back to Honeydukes since.. well, he couldn't remember the last time. He wasn't exactly a sweets guy so stopping by Hogsmeade just for some candy wasn't a part of his usual routine.

He wandered down an aisle idly, browsing but not really searching hard. A girl he was hoping to see tonight had mentioned she liked candy so perfect gentleman that he was (he almost laughed at that thought), he had the idea to surprise her with a few things. He wasn't sure exactly what she liked but he figured a collection of the standards would work. Although, he had had some fun with some fizzing whizbees once and how they levitated you off the ground... he made a mental note to get some of those.

Torr leaned against the counter and peered through the door to what he assumed was the back shop and rung the little bell of service. He could very well wander around the shop and pick out things, but that was boring to him. Where was the cute shop girl who always worked in places like this that he could get to do the shopping for him while he shamelessly flirted?

He glanced down at a big jar of candies on the counter and twisted it round as he waited for someone to answer the bell as a memory came back to him. He idly remembered a red-haired girl who had snuck him up to her room upstairs in this very shop. She had been so-- "Oh. Well, hello," he said, surprising himself that he remembered her face. It had been ten years after all.

@Honey Bea Flume

Summer meant longer (sunnier) days and slower business and as if all that wasn’t horrible enough, it also meant it was a good time for a cellar clear-out. It wasn’t that bad; she had help and she had magic and it really only meant moving around boxes and checking dates and chucking anything that was out of date but when she heard the bell -- the one by the till, not over the door -- she jumped at the chance to do literally anything else. “I’ll get it,” she said to Caoimhe, shuffling out from behind a stack of boxes, wiping her hands on her apron (more out of habit) and tucking the hair that’d fallen out of her bun behind her ears as she took the cellar stairs up two at a time.

She stopped in the doorway to the front of the shop, looking at the man on the other side of the counter. With his head tilted down, the t-shirt, the general look-- Charlie was meant to have left the UK and she would have appreciated a head’s up and-- he looked up and she blinked a couple times, taking a second to place the face, the familiarity. Oh. “Hi.”

Honey walked to the counter, tapping her fingers on the surface as she glanced over what she could see of him. She hadn’t seen him since school, she thought; they hadn’t exactly been friends but he’d been helpful enough, considering. “You’re looking well,” she said, smirking softly. He hadn’t exactly been on her mind -- it’d been how long? -- but that wasn’t a good reason to not be the least bit pleased to run into him again.

Run into-- it took her a few seconds to remember that Honeydukes was open, that she was working. “You, er-- need help?”