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Viktor Krum (snitch_snatcher) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Viktor let her fingers slip through his with only the slightest feeling of old regret. Hermione would always have that special spot somewhere in him, the first person he'd ever been in love with. His wife, upon discovering their friendship, had been about as jealous of Hermione as Ronald was of their continued friendship. But when things had hit the fan, Hermione and Fin were the only two he had gone to with his troubles, unless one counted his mother.

His hand rested lightly between her shoulder blades as he guided her to the table, dropping in a perfectly gentlemanly manner. He made a point to never act in any other way when it came to her, just to be safe.

"Productive, that is good," he said, pulling her chair out for her and slipping it in before taking his seat. "Is there something I can order for you?" he asked as he moved his pint out of the way. He smiled at the mention of the children, for they were his other favorite people in the entire world, and he probably talked about them far too much. "Tsveta is giving the tutor a run for his money. I don't know if he vill be staying on or not." He grinned at her. "She reminds me of you a lot, vith how much she likes to learn." Tsvetanka was, of course, not his biologically; looking at her, you would not think so, either. But he loved her as much as if she had been born to him. "She said thank you for that book you sent a while back. Misha is making me run everyvhere lately, he moves so fast. I did not think someone so small could have that much speed."