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Megan Jones ([info]keepingjones) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2009-12-26 15:41:00

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Entry tags:!1997: 12, !incomplete, megan jones, viktor krum

December 26, 1997
Characters: Megan Jones & hottieViktor Krum
Setting: December 26, 1997, Hogwarts Infirmary, 1:30pm-ish
Status: Incomplete!
Summary: Megan is counting the minutes before she can leave the infirmary when an unexpected visitor stops by.

Saturday! Megan usually loved Saturdays. However, this particular Saturday would likely be her favourite Saturday for the rest of the year. After almost two weeks of being in the infirmary following her quidditch injuries Madam Pomfrey was finally letting her out of the place. It was all sorts of exciting considering she'd been spending most of her days stalking the journals, staring out the window, and teaching herself how to cast basic charms with her less dominate left hand. That is, when her mates and family weren't visiting. Course...when she was alone...the hours seemed to drag on so slow!

Now, though, they were going even slower. She was trying her best to pass the time until three o'clock. It'd been decided that after she'd taken her last dose of the five potions she'd been on for the last week she'd be able to skedaddle off with only a single dose to follow up on. Which was important to the Hufflepuff since she felt as though she'd missed some of the Hogwarts Holiday festivities yesterday. Though she had been surrounded by family and friends for most of Christmas Day she would have killed to have been able to run down the halls yelling Christmas cheers and laying about in the snow outside. But...she didn't. And she'd already planned on doing at least some of that stuff once the infirmary queen allowed for it.

As she browsed the pages of her journal she glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall. It was only 1:30! She let out a slight groan as she looked back at her journal. She'd definitely found herself learning a great deal more about the people that wrote it in than she would have liked. And she certainly wouldn't mind putting it aside for the next ... year. As she turned the page to another entry about someone's motherly duty and holiday blind dates the sound of the infirmary door drew Megan's attention almost instantly. She'd hoped it was Pomfrey coming to relieve her sooner than promised. But no...it was someone entirely different.

"Hullo..." she offered curiously to herself with a slight grin on her features that couldn't be masked in the slightest.


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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-27 10:35 pm UTC (link)
Viktor strode into the infirmary, the bouquet in one hand and a bag of other items in another. He'd promised he'd come, and as before with Su, he was awkward but enthused about coming to the school. He'd enjoyed his time flying with the other girl, and after his blunder in the journal, he felt he owed one Megan Jones a visit. He could completely understand her misery, perhaps more so than most having just come off from such a range of injuries himself.

He moved to meet Pomfrey as she approached him, and as much as he tried with gestures of protest, he could not keep the older woman from twittering her pleasure at his presence. Nodding and flushing slightly, he managed to get out Megan's name, and Madame Pomfrey immediately began grinning as she surveyed his arms and turned to lead him towards Megan's bed.

"A visitor, Miss Jones," she chimed and she stepped back, watching Viktor approach the bedside. He turned, "Thank you," and then paused to look down at the young patient.

"Miss Jones, it is a pleasure. These are for you," he said, handing her a bundle of yellow roses, and he took the open seat next to her, "I am Viktor Krum. You were expecting me, yes?"

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-27 11:09 pm UTC (link)
Seriously!? SERIOUSLY!? Megan couldn't help but stare when she realized he was there to see her. That...wasn't right. Wait, was this some sort of last minute Christmas gift? Did Kinsey or her brother hire a strip tease with a polyjuiced Krum? God, she hoped not...okay, well, maybe...she secretly wouldn't have minded but... Um...

"No," she replied to his question with a slightly embarrassed chuckle, "I didn't expect you at all. I um...Thank you..." As she hesitantly took the roses she gave them a quick sniff and made mental note that she was very glad she'd showered that morning. She looked over at him as he sat. Her brow furrowed and she tilted her head, "Are you sure you're in the right place, Mr. Krum? I mean....it's the day after Christmas."

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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-28 02:12 am UTC (link)
Viktor had pulled his bag into his lap, and was starting to reach inside, to begin to pull some other things out that he'd brought with him. Pausing, he looked up from the bag to her, "You didn't expect me? But I made such a blunder in the journals," he began, pulling out a box of assorted treats from Honeydukes. He extended it to her, looking rather grave, "I am a man of my word, Miss Jones. It would be a poor reflection of Durmstrang if I made empty promises."

He waited, unsure if he should pull out more of what he'd brought for her. It was really all on a whim, to get her these things; he knew in his heart, he was replacing some of his desire to share with his family or Hermione on this other girl. He wasn't quite sure how she would take it, but he knew that being trapped in a bed, wounded and healing was a dismal experience.

"I think that perhaps you should call me Viktor. It will make me feel more comfortable, as if we are friends. And I am here, Miss Jones, because I have no where else to be. My family is in Bulgaria. The only friend I would have contemplated spending the holidays with is....well, she is not available. And I have taken up too much of the hospitalises of my fellow workers, from the Ministry."

He paused, "Is it wrong, for me to be here? It seemed you needed cheering up, after your injuries," he said, making a small gesture at her with a finger, "I do have more," he said, raising the bag slightly and shaking it to indicate there were other items enclosed, "But I do not want to overwhelm you. I just remember how it was myself," he said and then stopped talking. He knew he was feeling this pang of isolation, to be talking so much to a girl he scarcely knew.

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-28 05:58 am UTC (link)
Megan was still in a state of shock that Viktor Krum of all the people in the world ... was sitting on her hospital bed...giving her present. Though she was brought back to reality very slowly as she explained why he was there instead of...elsewhere with family and friends...she was still in some disbelief about all of it. Course, she hadn't meant to be rude. It was just... this entire situation was all so surreal.

Smiling at him she shook her head slightly as she scratched behind her ear out of nervous habit. Letting out an uncomfortable chuckle she said, "I'm not easily overwhelmed to be honest. I just don't know what to say. I mean...you're you, for one!" She gestured her uninjured arm to accentuate his fame. "And...I don't know if you know this, but...you're pretty famous, Mr. Krum. I mean...Viktor."

Chuckling slightly her eyes fell toward the bag he had in his lap. Without pausing she continued, "Though... you did call me Katie." She nodded as she remembered the short lived journal conversation. "And I'm going to stop talking now because...I would definitely like to know what else you've brought."

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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-28 05:54 pm UTC (link)
Viktor felt his face flush slightly and he started to make a small face of embarrassment, "Well, yes. I did call you that, didn't I? I don't know for the life of me what I was thinking, but I guess I'm glad I made the mistake?"

His tone was hesitant and then he shook his head, "I'm glad to be here, really Megan," he said, emphasising her name, "And honestly, that fame is fairly fading I'm afraid," he said, stopping slightly at his alliteration. He flashed a bright smile at her, and began to pull out a few things he had in his bag. A jersey with his name came out, as well as gloves that he favored (new in the wrapping). He'd popped round the Quidditch shop and bought the stuff himself, and it had been an exercise in slight embarrassment as the shop keeper had rung up the items, all about Viktor Krum, being purchased by Viktor Krum. He'd left most of this merchandise at the family home.

Out came a little bobble headed doll, a banner, a toy Quidditch player that would wind up and fly about the room, a bag of poppers that exploded into the Bulgarian team colors and a t-shirt, emblazoned with a moving image of Viktor Krum.

He handed her the items one by one, and found himself turning slightly pink.

"If you want me to sign these for you, I will of course," and he settled himself a bit in the chair, letting out a small sigh, "I had no idea there was still so much interest in me and my career. The shop was brimming with items. I hope these are acceptable," and he sat up and leaned forward, and pointed at the gloves, "I really do prefer these. You will have to tell me how they work for you."

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-29 12:44 am UTC (link)
It was seriously a never ending shower of quidditch Krum goodies. Unfortunately, for Viktor...the more that was in the bag the more Megan was trying to keep from laughing at him. This was all a bit excessive and the fact that majority of the stuff was Viktor Krum related was...a bit ridiculous. The gloves though....they were the nicest bloody things she'd ever seen. And no offense to Summers and his ridiculously expensive Quidditch gear gift....but these were going on her hands when she could manage them! No question about it!

"Definitely," Megan replied with a nod as she placed the gloves in her lap and stroked the leather. "Thank you so much for all of this. I think I might possibly have the most Viktor Krum merch out of anyone in my dorm at least." She offered him a chuckle. "When I'm out of here I'll be sure to get you something in return," she suggested in all seriousness. "Tell, me, what does Viktor Krum like that can be wrapped in a parcel and sent by owl, hm?"

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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-29 01:22 am UTC (link)
Viktor grinned her obvious humor, taking her amusement as a good sign. He'd hoped to cheer her up, and it seemed he had been successful, even if it felt at his own expense.

Viktor took the bag and emptied it, adding, "That's the lot I'm afrid," and he paused, leaning back to get comfortable in the chair as h thought about hert question.

"In a bag for me? Well, that's abit tricky. Hours to spend on my broom? My mum's deer stew? A fresh powder snow fall? Do you know the kind I mean? So wet, it sticks to you in large fat flakes? I like hot chocolate, warm fires, and good socks."

He could think of many other things but they were not so tangible and easy to explain. He smiled at her, "You need not trouble yourself Megan, really."

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-29 01:47 am UTC (link)
"No, no," she replied with a smile. Straightening her posture she offered a shrug. "You're getting socks and hot chocolate mix...it's been decided."

While Megan was more than aware that those two things weren't anywhere near as fascinating as some of the stuff he listed... they were the most accessible to be entirely honest. And whether he liked it or not...she was quite certain she'd have to get him some toe-socks. Just because. Not that...she'd spoil the surprise or anything.

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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-30 08:30 pm UTC (link)
Viktor chuckled, "So socks it will be? Well, I will look forward to them, of course. But let's here the list of aliments. How injured are you, at the present? Do you have a projected time of healing required?" He was relaxed in his tone, and kept his eyes on her face, his full attention on her and not on the items in her lap. She was pretty, even in this hospital wing, and he wondered where her friends were, to come and visit her. It was not good to be too alone in a hospital wing; it gave one far too much time to brood.

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-30 08:56 pm UTC (link)
Megan wasn't exactly comfortable with the full on eye contact. One because she couldn't rival it with someone as attractive or as famous as Viktor Krum, and two... his staring made her feel incredibly self-conscious.

"Well..." she started taking her good hand and placing it on the top of her head. "I fractured my skull pretty good. So much so, i was unconcious for four days and Pomfrey wasn't letting me move around until about three days ago - still got some bruising behind the ears." Her hand touched the back of her ear as she turned her head as if displaying for him to see.

Looking over at him she continued. "Lets see...I landed on my right shoulder, tore some ligaments there and broke the collar bone on that side as well." Looking down at her splinted arm she rattled on. "The wrist isn't so hot either - had some gnarly bones protruding from what I was told." With a grin she sighed slightly and added onto the list, "I also broke my pinky and ring finger." She wiggled the splinted fingers in demonstration.

"Not so terrible, right?" she said with a shrug and a grin. "Pomfrey's putting me on an all healing pain-reliever after my last dose of the skull healing concoction. I get to get out of here at three o'clock." She said proudly as if it were an accomplishment.

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[info]stoic_viktor
2009-12-31 05:13 am UTC (link)
Viktor listened to her list of injuries, and his expression changed as he became more and more concerned.

"And she is going to let you out of here?! That soon? And you will not be climbing onto a broom any time soon, correct? I must ask," and he was sitting up straighter now, letting his eyes shift to her splinted finger as he spoke, "I was injured, rather badly, and I was bull headed and went out to practice the very moment I was released from hospital."

He sighed, biting at his lower lip, thinking about how brash and invincible he had felt. It had all changed so quickly. One minute he was free again, and then the next, he was waking up in a hospital bed, days later as she had, and told to forget the rest of the season. He glanced up at her, "It was not a good decision I made. And if one could take back poor choices, oh how I wish I had stayed inside the two weeks that was suggested to me. Please, Megan, be careful. I know I am not a person of great consequence," he said, raising a hand at any potential protests, "As I am not your parent or your friend, but make me a friend, and heed my advice, please. I would save you the pain I have endured these last months, denied of the sport I have lived for most of my life."

He thought he sounded a bit preaching, but his heart was sincere, and he hoped she would listen.

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[info]keepingjones
2009-12-31 06:56 am UTC (link)
Megan's face had contorted slightly the more Viktor urged her to quit. He sounded like a mix of Pomfrey and her mother. Though she caught on to his being concerned she was slightly insulted that he obviously thought that she was completely stupid. Which she ...was not, thank you very much.

"Don't worry about it," Megan nodded her tone less playful despite her forced smile. "I appreciate your concern, Viktor...but...I'm not stupid. Plus, my folks would probably break my legs if I got on a broom before I could even pick up a wand with the proper hand."

"Wait a minute," she quickly interrupted. "Denied from quidditch how?"

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[info]stoic_viktor
2010-01-16 09:02 pm UTC (link)
Viktor felt his heart drop as he noted her slight displeasure and the strained smile on her face. He leaned back, and shook his head, and looked away from her, embarrassed at how he had just sound. She was not his sibling; he barely knew this girl and he'd overstepped his boundaries of propriety, telling her things that were best left to her friends and family to say to her. And it made him disappointed slightly in himself; was this how he would react to people now? Fearful that they would hurt themselves as he had done to himself? It was an odd turn of events for him, to go from a seemingly apathetic man to someone who worried like a damn hen?

"Excuse me please, Megan. I did not....I am sorry. I only wish someone had sat me down and told me what could have happened if I hadn't listened," and he paused, "I did not mean to offend you, Megan. I certainly do not think you are stupid. Excuse me," he said, feeling badly that he had irritated her, "I have hardly made my visit a pleasant one. If you wish me to leave, I will of course."

At her last comment, he paused, "I cannot fly professionally for at least one year, perhaps more. Perhaps never."

His tone was formal; the news was devastating when he'd originally heard it. To repeat it someone else, the words still sounded hollow and empty in his own ears.

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[info]keepingjones
2010-01-17 06:49 am UTC (link)
It was at that point that Megan realized that Viktor Krum...liked to ramble. She wondered if it were a foreign thing or if he were just naturally talkative. Either way she felt a bit bad that she made him apologize so profusely. Though....he really wasn't in a place to talk to her the way she had. Having spent majority of her life playing sports and injuring herself she'd been told a number of times to 'cool it.' But why should she 'cool it' if she had so much to keep up with? Right? Her parents had slowly but surely learned that their chiding would float in one ear and our the other.

It was just...strange hearing the lecture from someone she barely knew - celebrity or not.

Course, when he turned the conversation to his problems...Megan felt an increasingly growing pity for him. Again. He didn't have family here. He'd been alone for the holidays. And he was potentially facing losing his job. Merlin, now she felt like an ogre.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she offered placing the things he'd brought her that were in her lap to the side. She needed to seem...as though she were doing something. "And I'm sorry I got snarky... I do appreciate you being worried about me. It's very nice of you," she told him finally looking to Viktor. She offered a sigh and a more pointed look. "Can I ask what you're doing now, then? If you're temporarily off the team."

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[info]stoic_viktor
2010-01-23 06:47 pm UTC (link)
Viktor paused, and realized that he was talking more than he had for the last few weeks. He had to wonder if it was a combination of things. He'd been fairly alone on his job, with not many to speak with. He had few friends. And there was something about being in the infirmary that made him prickle. He should have been used to it; he'd spent enough time in one off and on over his academic and professional career. But that last stretch in one had changed him; he had not realized he would feel so odd when entering one again. If he had known, he would have just sent the items to her via owl with his apologies and a note.

He found his attention from her drift towards the other empty beds, and the stark bleakness of her surroundings. It was really no place to spend a holiday, even if he did feel odd and uncomfortable. And it was clear to himself that he was uncomfortable; he'd just utterly dumped on an unsuspecting girl about being careful. To his own ears, he sounded like his mother which was really appalling.

"Megan, thank you for your concern. And you have every right to be snarky as you say with me. Even I sound a bit...unusual to my own ears."

He rubbed his thighs and gave her a weak smile, "I work in the Ministry at the present, with the Floo networks. It is..not what I anticipated when coming here, but it is not too bad."

Again, his words sounded weak and needful, and he tried to brush past his last comments, "And of course, you will be using caution. Again, it was not my place to lecture you so. You know, when you are allowed to leave, perhaps it would be nice to meet in Hogsmeade sometime? Under happy circumstances? Only if you will allow me?"

He stopped short, surprised by his own suggestion. He found himself wanting to leave, but didn't want to seem rude. He thought another meeting would be more enjoyable, especially in another location.

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[info]keepingjones
2010-01-25 05:37 am UTC (link)
Megan had made note of the uncomfortable vibe coming from him. And her natural response to feel...just as awkward. This was a strange scenario and she knew it. The fact that they were now both fidgeting seemed to make Megan feel as though they were both being a little silly. Course, when he asked to meet her at Hogsmeade she suddenly found herself even more uncomfortable.

Regardless of if Viktor meant it as an invitation as a date - Megan had interpreted it as such. And...well... it made her squirm a little. One because she wasn't so sure that's how he' meant it. And two...well...was she supposed to feel obligated to say yes because he was...Viktor Krum? Or...

"Erm...yeah, that'd be cool," she smiled and nodded at him. She quickly added, "Or maybe...when I'm completely and utterly healed up we can scrimmage or something. Help me break in these gloves," she pointed at the materials to the right. For whatever reason the scrimmage option seemed less....strange.

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