Viktor Krum (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} snitch_snatcher) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Viktor tried to juggle the baby around so he could offer the lady a hand up but the wiggling little snitch just didn't cooperate. At this point he was used to being recognized practically everywhere he went; so long as the fawning or gushing didn't start, he was typically all right with it. He gave her a smile. "Viktor," he said. If she were one of the gushing fangirls, he wouldn't have ans in fact would correct over familiarity in uncomfortable situations.
"You couldn't expect a little gremlin such as this to come along," he said easily. "Most little boys watch where they're going." He directed the playfully toned words to the toddler in his arms, one hand moving to tickle the belly for emphasis. For himself, he could be self conscious; when it came to his kids, he had pretty much none.
The little boy's bright, dark eyes found Bryony's, knowing she was talking to him, and he babbled at her in some combination of English and Romany. Snitch and zoom were recognizable. "English, little one," Viktor corrected and it didn't do one whit of good as his son waved his arms to charm her.
"I admit his costume is a running joke," he said with good humour. "He makes one run after him to catch him, ever since he discovered he has legs." His grin was rueful and amused.