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, |
He set her back on her feet gently, his hands coming up to frame her face, pushing her hair back with careful fingers. The snitch was still carefully held with a few fingers against his palm, his fingers doing the touching. "We won," he repeated, agreeing with her. His smile didn't seem to want to leave his face, and he wasn't about to make it. He reveled in this intensely happy feeling, letting it communicate itself to her and others. She was part of it, and multiplied it for him in turn.
She was even prettier when she blushed, he thought. Something about her paler skin and the way the pink bloomed across it. His fingers brushed her cheeks when they were done with pushing back her hair.
He slipped an arm around her, thanking her in Bulgarian then realizing what he'd done. He grinned more and shrugged. "I mean to say, thank you. I am very happy you were here," he told her sincerely. It thrilled him to know she'd come to watch him play, that it was important enough for her to come. He held up the snitch in his other hand, smoothing each wing down expertly so it was quiescent in his grasp, barely fluttering its wings. "For you," he said, holding it out to her.