Re: Bryony and Viktor
"Viktor," Bryony repeated, though previous experience told her she would likely forget this permission to use his first name. It just didn't come naturally to her for anyone except her closest friends - but she did try. She knew her manners seemed strange to some people and part of moving to London had been to try and integrate more with her own generation, or thereabouts. "I'm Bryony. Actually, you fly with my brother - Rowan." This connection made the familiarity a little easier to justify in her own mind.
Having little experience with such young children, Bryony just nodded politely as Misha babbled and waved his hands, trying to communicate something she couldn't follow. She chuckled at Viktor's comparison between his son - at least, she assumed this was his son - and a snitch. "At least he has you to catch him before he hurts himself," she said.