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Viktor Krum (snitch_snatcher) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Anything to eat?" he inquired also, ever the gentleman. He knew there had likely been some food in the meeting, but it never hurt to ask. "I'm glad to know she is. She didn't show signs for quite a vhile, and Mikhail had been very worried." He'd likely mentioned it at the time; she'd been his confidante for many years. He'd been with Mikhail for quite a while, and Tsveta had been born not too long before they'd started dating; they'd been only teammates before that. "He had no idea how to get her to keep quiet about Quidditch, if she'd had to go to Muggle school." His grin was amused. Tsveta was enamored with Quidditch as well as other interests, like reading, and even now the things that came out of her mouth couldn't truly be controlled.

"I'm sure it vas very hard, growing up. I vas lucky, my mother's family straddles both worlds." The Roma had often managed it, given much of the lore about them in both worlds.

He snorted lightly and sipped his pint. "I do not haff a broom to chase him with in the house," he said, lips turning up. "He keeps growing. It is very..." he waved a hand, searching for the word he wanted, though it eluded him.

"How is your work going? Are you only vorking on that House elf law, or do you juggle much more?" Viktor rather thought he knew the answer to that. Hermione had always been a hard worker, and it was something he greatly admired about her even as he wished she'd put herself first more often.