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Viktor Krum (snitch_snatcher) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Viktor had showered mostly because he knew it would relax his temper, at least a little. He very much wanted to be in a good mood for the fundraiser later, if only so he wouldn't scowl too much and scare off potential buyers in the raffle. He wished now that he'd done what Finbar had and simply decided to bid, but his publicist had insisted that this would look really good especially in light of the things he'd had to forgo the last year or so. Not that he regretted giving up events for his children, though he did for his ex-wife.

He had on his trousers and was running the towel one final time over his hair when Orla came toward the back where he tended to keep his stuff. Though he fostered a certain sense of comraderie with his teammates, his position also forced him, much of the time at least, to keep them at a certain distance as well. It wasn't like the team he'd played on for so many years, where they'd had so long to get used to each other, give or take a new person every season or so. He did miss that, more than he'd probably admit. Yet another reason to resent Ruxandra.

He dropped the towel about his shoulders. "Holding up," he told her dryly. The dive for the Snitch had encountered a glancing bludger and some acrobatics he was happy to still be capable of even if he might feel the more the next day, as well as a quick broom battle with the opposing Seeker. "It could have been a better game, though."