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Melinda Bobbin ([info]_melinda_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-13 12:05:00

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Entry tags:character: melinda bobbin, character: viktor krum

Who: Melinda and Viktor
What: Talking after afternoon tea
Where: Viktor’s house
When: Monday 13. April 2005, afternoon
Rating: SFW, most likely


A lot of people would probably claim, that making a stereotypical English afternoon tea with the 7-year old daughter of a famous Quidditch player was the perfect ruse to get closer to him. Melinda didn’t doubt that even her friends would tease her about it, but as it was neither ‘a lot of people’ nor her friends – or anybody for that matter – knew that Melinda was going to Viktor’s place today, to make tea with his daughter. Of course, seeing Viktor again and getting to spend time with him had a lot to do with why she was there, but her main reason truly was to make the tea with Tsveta. Something about the little girl’s enthusiasm had made her want to show her, want to give her that experience, and she wanted to see the delight she had only had described by Viktor up to this point.

Monday being her day off, she had made good use of the morning to get everything together, and had shown up at Viktor’s house – as agreed – in the early afternoon, carrying a hamper with finger sandwiches like her mother made them, freshly baked scones and a selection of preserves and a few cakes from the shop. Although she wasn’t sure that it would fall in Tsveta’s tastes, she had also brought along a small tub of clotted cream, just to round off the experience.

And it had been wonderful. It had been so much fun watching Tsveta unpack everything and neatly arrange sandwiches and cakes on the cake stands that Melinda had brought along, and even more so seeing both Misha and Tsveta’s reactions to the different things.

Once they were done, she looked over at Viktor with an amused smile. “You have two amazing children,” she told him genuinely. “Thank you for letting me spoil them a little like this.”



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[info]snitch_snatcher
2015-04-23 04:48 am UTC (link)
There were plenty of attractive people around Viktor, but not many that he was actually attracted to. He had long since learned the value of things other than looks, though her looks were definitely something he liked. He wondered if she felt that jolt of attraction too, and hoped she did. He wanted to get to know her better, and see if there was something there. There definitely was on his end of things.

He chuckled softly as his son shared his treat. He was such a good boy, he thought. He liked knowing that he seemed to be doing something right with his son.

He remembered now, vaguely, the articles somewhat recently about something to do with her and Oliver and potions. Nothing about her since he'd met her, however, suggested to him that she was still with th eother man, and so he wasn't overly worried. Nor was he worried in the least about being potioned. "Trial and error, it definitely happens. I haff burned some of the dinners I've tried. I end up banished, often."

Viktor leaned back and steepled his fingers in thought, the points resting just under his chin. "If I hadn't? I'm not completely certain, though I haff ideas for what to do vhen I cannot fly professionally anymore. But back then, I probably something vith languages, which have always been fun, or transfiguration, which has been my favorite subject. But I alvays vas good at flying, and it is something I both love and something I vas able to use to help my family, so it vorked nicely all around." He smiled a bit. "I know you love your baking, and you are very good at it. But if you could haff picked something else, vhat would it be?"

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