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Viktor Krum (snitch_snatcher) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

His teammates were robustly enthusiastic, on the whole, ordering drinks and getting into the mood to celebrate even if it wasn't precisely a full celebration moment, to Viktor's mind. But he'd been in the top leagues so long that winning had been ingrained in him, though he was not a sore loser by any means. That didn't mean he had to be happy that they hadn't precisely won.

He bought a round for his players, regardless, and nursed a nice dark beer like a normal person. He rarely drank too much these days, except when he went out with Finn. They really needed to do something soon, he thought as he sipped. The tension that constantly lived in his shoulders told him he really needed a real grown up night out, without having to worry about the kids or his players.

"Mnogo blagodaria," (thank you,) he said with a smile, turning to the blonde witch and giving her his attention. He recognized her instantly from the fundraiser. "Mrs. Fawley, da?" He thought he was right, but there had been some conflicting input at the fundraiser when he'd listened around. He went with that one to be on the safe side; it never did to insult a woman when it came to her status. "It was a good game for your team," he complimented, nodding to a couple of the Pride players.