"No, no," Alicia shook her head, immediately reaching out to touch Viktor's hand. "You haven't said anything wrong, Viktor. Quite the contrary. I..." Her voice trailed off again as a small frown appeared on her forehead while she tried to put words to the things she couldn't even explain to herself. "You are so kind, so gentle and as ironic as it may seem, with me being English and all that, I have never experienced anybody being the perfect gentleman like you have tonight, and it's..." Alicia made gesture with her hands, lacking the words to describe how mind-blowing this was to her. "I can honestly say that I've never had a man treat me like you have tonight, little less talk about the future on what I can only think of as a first date... and it scares me, but at the same time, I don't want you to stop." She licked her lips, still looking at him, then shrugged slightly. "Maybe it's because it's Sam you'll be meeting, to do the proper thing. Maybe that is why it's difficult for me to see it as the proper thing to do. Had it been my parents, then yes, I could possibly better relate to it, but it's Sam... he's your age, and it's difficult for me to see him as anything but Sam, little less someone you need permission from, so to speak." She sent him a warm smile, hoping to see the look of confusion and uncertainty fade from his face.
Viktor's warm smile came as a relief to her. It suited him and it if was up to her, he would wear that smile all the time. "I'll be looking forward to spending more time with you," Alicia replied, returning his warm smile, "and for you to see that Sam is just Sam, even if he is my brother. We're just... us."
Drinking from her wine, mirroring Viktor's move, Alicia took a moment to consider his question. Then she shook her head as she swallowed the fragrant liquid. "No," she said with a chuckle. "When I was little, I wanted to be a Quidditch player. I wanted to have nine brooms, and a goat, and I wanted to drive a lorry and make hard candy and marry a prince and have five children." She sent him an amused smirk. "Then I grew up, or at least, I got older, and I still wanted to play professionally, only... there was a war coming and that changed my view on a lot of things." She glanced down at the glass in her hand, then back up at Viktor. "I don't think I really noticed my interest in Healing until my seventh year at Hogwarts, when my nose was broken, and I realized that I already knew how Madam Pomfrey was going to Heal it. I started imagining what it would be like to Heal for a living, and that's when it struck me, that if I could see myself being happy doing something other than playing Quidditch, being a professional player wasn't for me. So rather than being the best Chaser ever, I changed my goal into becoming the best Healer I can possibly be." Setting her glass down, she once again rested her elbow on the edge of the table, leaning slightly forward towards him. "How about you, Viktor? If you hadn't become a professional, then what would you have been doing?"
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Date: 2012-11-15 06:25 am (UTC)Viktor's warm smile came as a relief to her. It suited him and it if was up to her, he would wear that smile all the time. "I'll be looking forward to spending more time with you," Alicia replied, returning his warm smile, "and for you to see that Sam is just Sam, even if he is my brother. We're just... us."
Drinking from her wine, mirroring Viktor's move, Alicia took a moment to consider his question. Then she shook her head as she swallowed the fragrant liquid. "No," she said with a chuckle. "When I was little, I wanted to be a Quidditch player. I wanted to have nine brooms, and a goat, and I wanted to drive a lorry and make hard candy and marry a prince and have five children." She sent him an amused smirk. "Then I grew up, or at least, I got older, and I still wanted to play professionally, only... there was a war coming and that changed my view on a lot of things." She glanced down at the glass in her hand, then back up at Viktor. "I don't think I really noticed my interest in Healing until my seventh year at Hogwarts, when my nose was broken, and I realized that I already knew how Madam Pomfrey was going to Heal it. I started imagining what it would be like to Heal for a living, and that's when it struck me, that if I could see myself being happy doing something other than playing Quidditch, being a professional player wasn't for me. So rather than being the best Chaser ever, I changed my goal into becoming the best Healer I can possibly be." Setting her glass down, she once again rested her elbow on the edge of the table, leaning slightly forward towards him. "How about you, Viktor? If you hadn't become a professional, then what would you have been doing?"