Viktor Bulgarian Bonbon Krum

"wʀitɛ tѳ ɱɛ, ɦɛʀɱiѳɳɛ." :: Viktor Krum :: AU #HarryPotter roleplay :: Crossovers welcome :: Seeking a literate Hermione RT please?

|| Or maybe not. [snickers quietly]

|| Officially on break for the winter, so I'll be around...maybe.

@CrucioAndCurls || Sounds about RIGHT.

Picture this

@DiligentGranger -- startled Hermione Granger hiding behind a small circle of guests. Viktor arched a brow playfully, almost startled by his own ability to speak to her despite the sudden quickening of his pulse. "Do you always hide away until the last possible minute, or is that just with me?"

@DiligentGranger -- For a moment, the young man hesitated, unsure if she had seen him...or if it was even her for that matter. But as if pulled by gravity itself, he kept weaving through the crowd in search of the one other person he had been dying to see, until his eyes finally found a very --

@DiligentGranger -- place. As Viktor's gaze swept across the tented space, the quickest flash of red caught his attention. Was that...no, it couldn't be. Could it? He headed in the direction of the movement, almost certain that a particular brunette in a red dress had just shown herself. --

@DiligentGranger -- dance floor, starry-eyed and absolutely unaware of the rest of the world outside of their little bubble. He wondered if he should seek out a pretty girl to dance with as well, or at least find someone to hold a decent conversation with, so that he didn't look so out of --

@DiligentGranger -- he would recognize a face or two, given that some very high profile witches and wizards were in attendance, but no one that he would be particularly comfortable around...yet, anyway. The young man couldn't help but grin as Bill and Fleur ended up in the middle of the --

@DiligentGranger Viktor loitered around the periphery of the party, mustering a few small smiles and words of greeting for those who looked his way. Aside from Fleur and Hermione, though, he was mostly unfamiliar with the crowds that had shown up to celebrate with the Weasleys. Here and there, --

|| The snark is killing me, good lord. [snickers]

꧁❘𝒢𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇❘꧂ ❋ нarry poттer rp. ❋ lιlι reιnнarт ғc. ❋ ѕнιpѕ wιтн cнeмιѕтry. ❋ тнreadѕ вelow. ❋ penned вy #worмтaιl.

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@DiligentGranger -- such things. It only made sense that her wedding would be a lavish, elegant affair.

@DiligentGranger -- same. Viktor had yet to spot Hermione, but perhaps she was still getting ready or otherwise occupied with socializing. He wandered over to the gift table, setting his alongside an array of others while admiring the decor. Then again, Fleur always had impeccable taste in --

@DiligentGranger -- the massive tent, breaking into a knowing smile when Fleur caught his eye from across the space. After voicing his congratulations, the pair of old friends embraced, and Viktor spent a few minutes chatting with the new couple before allowing the next set of guests to do the --

@DiligentGranger -- few extra moments to consider what he might say to Hermione. As he approached, the wedding party was already in full swing, raucous laughter and bright lights illuminating the expanse of fields surrounding the Weasley residence. He made his way through the crowds beneath --

@DiligentGranger -- Britain in particular. Having his wand on hand certainly couldn't hurt. With that, the young man apparated out of the quaint bed and breakfast he had been staying in since his arrival from Bulgaria. Viktor purposefully pictured the Burrow in the distance, giving himself a --