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Viktor Krum (snitch_snatcher) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Viktor smiled. "Well, if you need to be shown around anyvhere, I've gotten to know the area a bit." He still didn't have many close friends who weren't Quidditch players, but that was the hazard of being famous more than anything.

Tsveta played with the end of her blonde braid at the mention of more family. Her family was odd, she knew; she didn't have a mom at all, she'd died, and her dad had died, but she had Viktor, who was her papa now, and all of Viktor's family.

Her little jaw dropped, though, when the girl said she hadn't heard of Quidditch. She nattered off a bit of Russian before realizing it and she made the effort to think in the correct language. "Oh my God! You don't know about Quidditch!" she said. "Papa, Mister Sophie's dad, can I please please please go show her books on quidditch?" she pleaded, eyes wide and sparkling.