Marriage. Again. To a third person. Krum was agonizing over the fact that he had not only been engaged to one woman after the death of his wife and son, but he was now engaged to a second person other than his true wife. In his mind, he was trodding all over the memory of her, as if he was just making fun of the memories that the two had together. Even after a month of trying to grieve for Tanya, Viktor still could not get over her. Her smile and hair and smell all haunted his mind, returning him to times that were happy. Each time, tears would fall. Each time, he would find himself in the bed he found, under the covers trying to be strong; trying not to cry. Somehow, he managed to pull himself together enough to be able to get out of bed and seem normal, even though underneath the surface was a boiling volcano, waiting to explode. It was this emotional state that had caused his last engagement to fall through. He couldn't be the man that Pansy had needed, or at least, that's how Viktor saw it. She needed someone who could be strong, but Viktor was incapable of that at this time.
Now, however, he needed to get to the Quidditch Pitch, because his new wife to be was waiting for him there. She was a lot more understanding, he believed. Plus, they at least had things in common, whereas he and Pansy did not have that much in common. Angelina was nice. She was a strong woman who seemed to be able to hold herself together. Yes, she was pretty freaked out about this, Viktor assumed, but at least she didn't act desperate like many of the people had towards the end there. Which was good.
Grabbing his broom, Viktor put on a jacket and made his way outside. He needed to get there shortly, or else he would be late. It wasn't a long trek from his place, something he'd done purposefully in case he needed to get flying quickly. As he left the building, Krum began going over in his head just how strange it was to be engaged again. He could not get over the fact that he was doing this to Tanya, even though she was dead and never coming back. Ever. As soon as Viktor was outside, he immediately hopped on his broom and flew the the pitch. In the air was the only place that he could ever truly get rid of the way he felt. Once off the ground, the exhilaration of flying and the challenge of doing his best crashed back into him, taking his focus away from the depressed feelings he had. Upon arrival at the pitch, he settled down to standing next to Angelina. "Ello." He said, his voice quiet and deep, sounding like a rumble in his chest. "'Ow are you?"