[oct-mp] (don't fear) the reaper. [lev]

October 2003

"Come on," she basically begged, giving Lev her best-pouted lips and tugging on his hand. They had been graduated for months now, Lev was playing professionally for Russia, and Mihaela was working hard back home in Scoarta, so returning to Döttrar Vik for the Haunted festival was like a mini-vacation from real life. And Mihaela couldn't wait to get started. She lived in a haunted town; there were ghouls and strigoi and spiders that could literally eat you in one bite, so she doubted anything the Durmstrang students came up with would throw her. But that didn't mean she couldn't (or wouldn't) make out with her boyfriend in a dark corner of the slaughterhouse. Getting caught had always been half the fun!

She passed the little kid at the front door the two tickets Lev had bought for them and then pulled on his arm again to get them through the door. The walls shook, something was shrieking in the back room, and the lighting was ominously dark. It was wonderful! "This is great! Don't'cha think?" She asked him as they began walking through the first room, and the creepiness of it all started to really sink in.

@Lev Leskov

This really was like a little vacation, and Lev was happy for it. It felt nice to be around Mihaela, back in his former school’s town and celebrating something as interesting as Halloween. He held tightly to Mihaela’s hand as they made their way through the beginning of the haunted house. He walked through the path and then saw a side door and got a devilish plan.

“You wanna go off-path?” He asked, teasing. “I bet they have some cool stuff off-path, somewhere private we can explore.” He smiled. There were actors jumping out at people, creepily illusioned-rooms and he couldn’t help feeling proud of the kiddos. They had done a great job here.

“If not, we can just keep going. This looks really cool. I wish they’d done this when I was still in school.” He admitted.

"Off-path?" Mihaela repeated him with that sinister look in her eyes, Lev didn't have to say or do much, to stoke the fire that burned inside of her for him and him only. She nodded, that fiery spirit never letting her turn down anything that could potentially be fun. Even if it was dangerous, against the rules, or weird. She squeezed his hand and pulled him quickly toward the door he had been motioning for. Using her other hand to stifle a giggle the Romanian pushed open the door with her rear and kept her eyes locked on her man's.

She was so happy to have him around this weekend, the last few months had been hell ever since they had started living full time in separate places. Sure they were magical and they could travel easily, but their schedules were so opposite, it was becoming more and more frustrating to find time together. Mihaela had been on night watches all week and Lev was up early training for Quidditch, it made things difficult. She was lonely, but she didn't tell him that, he had enough going on.

"Yeah, why didn't we do this?" She asked as they moved into the dark corridor between two of the scaring rooms and she waited eagerly to feel his hands on her. She could barely see him in the blackness of the room but Mihaela had never been afraid of the things that went bump in the night.