Viktor Krum (

Tsveta gave a little squeal, not too loud but not quiet either. She peered curiously at the book Hermione held out, her eyes large and excited. She loved getting gifts, always had, and there were only a few gifts that could top a book. Of course, it depended on the book and the other gift. "Thank you, Hermione!" she exclaimed.

Viktor sat on the other side of Tsveta, arm on the back of the couch. It was a cosy scene, one that always filled him with a mixture of emotions. "It can be," he said, giving her a curious look over the top of oblivious little heads.

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