RP: Getting back into a routine

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Date: 3 November 2001
Characters: Viktor Krum, Alicia Spinnet, Anyone
Setting: On the paths in Settlement One
Content: PG
Status: Public : Complete



Working with the Ark was far more interesting than Viktor had originally thought it would be and he was pleased that he could, at least, have the renewed companionship of Charlie Weasley to make him feel more at home in this new world. Hermione had been going out of her way to visit him almost every day and he appreciated her friendship but there were just some things he could not open up to her about. Viktor knew, of course, that he was luckier than most in that his entire team and their families were living on the settlement in the homes around him - their own little slice of Bulgaria, as Hermione put it. She was right, of course, since the oldest of the grandmothers had thrown open the doors of her home every morning and the team shared breakfast with her and many of the elders of their group.

Dressed only in jogging shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers, Viktor lifted his hand to wave to Marko, his teammate who lived next door and headed off down the path at a light pace to start. His wand was tucked into his waistband and the sky was clear, for the moment, so he followed the sign posts toward the outer ring of the settlement where the path would follow along the walls. A few people out in their yards called out greeting to him as he passed but Viktor did not slow in his stride, instead, picking up a bit of speed as he went. He wasn't scheduled to return to the Ark for the day and he had every intention of restoring his exercise regiment to normal. Kingsley had lifted the flying ban a week earlier and the Vultures were practicing as much as they were able with the promise from Command that there would be Quidditch games in the future. Turning a corner, Viktor found himself on the outer path of the settlement and headed North toward the gate.

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The movement of her head caught his eye and Viktor suppressed the urge to smirk or smile. If she enjoyed looking at his body, then he wasn't going to do anything to dissuade her from that, far from it. While Viktor considered his features to be severe, almost ugly, he worked hard to keep his body in fit shape for Quidditch. To have a pretty witch admiring his body was an ego boost, to say the least.

Settling back into an easy jog, Viktor let her lead the pace. The burst of speed would tire her out quicker as they went so he wasn't looking to push her. Better to work on stamina, which would help rebuild speed over time. "Better Healer den play for Portree," Viktor quipped, amused. "Vhat position you play? No Seeker?" She had the right build for a Seeker but women rarely pursued that position.

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"That is a matter of opinion," Alicia laughed lightly at Viktor's quip. She had taken no offense; when it came to Quidditch everybody had their own opinion and she was fairly certain that Viktor would find Healer training better than playing for any other team than the Vrasta Vultures.

It had taken a couple of minutes, but by now she had found a pace that suited her and by the looks of it, it suited Viktor alright as well. "Chaser," she informed him, then chuckled. "I don't think I have the patience to become a Seeker." She glanced up at him, her smile turning wicked, before she teased back; "And my aim's better than my luck."

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He laughed heartily, ending his laughter with a smirk but did not challenge Alicia's statement. Portree was no match for the Vultures - not in his mind, but there were few teams that Viktor considered a real challenge on the pitch. "Seeker more den luck," he said, arching an eyebrow.

"Da, patience good for Seeker, patience und focus. Must learn vhat Snitch vant, vhat it vill like, how it vill play vith you. Snitch no like Quaffle. It vish play," Viktor said with a chuckle, reaching out to touch her elbow as they approached the next turn in the path. Her breathing was still doing well so he did not increase the speed of the run. He was enjoying her company and wanted to prolong the shared time.

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"Of course they are," Alicia cooed back at Viktor. She couldn't keep her face in the consoling and empathic lines, and soon after her smile broke through at full force. When it came to Seekers, or any other position on a Quidditch team, she had nothing but the utmost respect for the skills it required to excel at the game, but that didn't mean she didn't take pride in being a Chaser.

Nodding in agreement with what Viktor said about being a Seeker. That was what she loved most about Quidditch; that there was a position for different types of attitudes towards playing. "Like I said; Seeker's not for me. I prefer to play with the ball as opposed to being played with." There was a comfort to feeling his touch on her elbow. It was a gentle touch, yet it felt as if with that small touch he was protecting her from whichever dangers surrounded them. "That'll be a third of the circle, right?" she asked him, indicating the turn they were about to take.

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"Some like hunt, some like be hunted," Viktor quipped back smugly, a big grin curling his lips. The Quidditch banter was amusing, particularly with such a pretty witch, and he was actually quite curious to see what level of skill she had at the game. He could, like most players, play other positions but his true skills lay in Seeking. "Ve get broom, ve can see who like vhat."

The idea of having amateur games and their friendly banter got Viktor to thinking - if Alicia had good skills, perhaps there was a chance to start youth games as well. "Da, how you feel?" he confirmed, glancing to the side to look her over again, checking for signs of tiring. "Speak vhen you vish stop. Dis no race, da? Vould no help muscle vith more stress."

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"And some just have what the other team wants," Alicia replied with a wink. Her first week here in the new world she had felt like no matter what she did, she mucked it up. She had been uncertain and nervous and made a fool of herself on far too many occasions, though that had all seemed to settle down after she had spent the day with Charlie. Finding a friend, of sorts, in him had restored some of her belief in herself, a belief that had only grown stronger with the success of Healing she had been part of in Two. Nothing, however, compared to the ease it was to run with Viktor. Just like when they had been sprinting, she was now feeling free, free to do anything she liked, even engage in flirty banter with a world class Seeker. That, in itself, was a little odd to her, as she had never had any particular soft spot for Seekers, though she did admire their skill. She just admired the finely tuned team work between a team's Chasers, and that of the Irish National Team's Chasers in particular. Alright, so she might have had a crush on Cedric Diggory at some point, but that wasn't because he was a Seeker, that was because of something entirely different; his gorgeous looks. The man she was running with now, Viktor, was so unlike the student that had spent the school year at Hogwarts. He wasn't the brooding, slightly duck feeted, TriWizard contestant who kept to himself and frankly came off as a little arrogant. Of course, she didn't know him at all, but she just couldn't combine the two images she had of him. There was no doubt in her mind, that she preferred this Viktor, the man with whom she felt good about flirting with. "Just name the time, and I'll be there."

"I feel good," she assured him, then chuckled, "but I'll do another check when we get to the western gate. It's just a straight line to my house from there." Running and talking at the same time was beginning to affect her breathing, though her muscles were less sore than she had feared they might be at this point. "I know it's not a race, I just needed... to run. Perhaps even run myself ragged, just because I can, you know?"

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Viktor was already making a mental note to contact her - both for a date and for flying. She was smart, beautiful, and funny. Exactly the kind of woman his mother would have wanted him to pursue further. Well, she was the kind of woman he'd always been attracted to but rarely had pursued due to his focus on Quidditch, with the exception of Hermione who had showed him that he could have such women as friends in his life. Hermione - who had used her influence to save his life and the lives of his friends.

"Da, dis I know. Haff feel like dis before game, but can no do. You vish push self hard, tire excitement of body. Many vay do dis," Viktor pointed out with a smug grin. For him, sex had been the only way of releasing some of the tension before a game without sacrificing the power that tension brought. His statement was just that, a statement, though he would not turn down an invitation from the pretty witch, either. They continued running in companionable stride, mildly teasing each other as they went.