The touch of her hand on his was distracting but no more so than the words she was speaking. Gentle was not a description Viktor had ever been called before in his life and he wondered if the English really had a reputation for being proper if she was considering his actions to be surprising. That he was speaking frankly about the future, certainly, he saw could be unnerving but Viktor did not believe in hiding his intentions. If they were to pursue was relationship, then it should be in open regard for one another, with honesty being laid down like the foundation of a home. "First date imply more come after, da?" he answered, with a tilt of his head. "In my country, dis proper. Dat I meet family. Dat intent made clear, da? No permission, Alicia."
She had wanted to be a Quidditch player. He knew she had played in Hogwarts. That she was a Chaser. Viktor's smile broadened. Nine brooms. He'd only brought two through the Portal but he had left behind many more at his family estate. A goat? He couldn't see why she'd want one but he knew there were some on the livestock farms. Viktor had no idea what a 'lorry' was or 'hard candy' - was that different from the little drops of candy his mother had always kept around the manor? He arched an eyebrow of amusement at the prince - Viktor wasn't muggle royalty but his father had been a Duke, a title that had, technically, passed to Viktor but he'd never used it. His smile warmed then. Five children. That was close to his desired number of children, as well. There was only a few forkfuls of food left on his plate when she finished speaking.
"I vould vork vith Father. He haff... had trade business. I learn, even vith Quiddith," Viktor answered, his expression sobering as he thought of his parents. His gaze shifted from watching her features to a point just over her shoulder. "Each day, Papa, he tell me of day, of trade, vhat ve invest, vhat ve no invest, who he speak vith, vhy he do dis," he continued, the memories washing over him. The image of his parents, how they let him into nearly every aspect of their lives, how he never for a moment doubted their love and devotion, not just to him but to each other. "My parent, dey ver muchly proud dat I play Quidditch. Dis vhat I dream of, vhen I child. Quidditch. I see first game vhen I five. I know den, I vill be Seeker."
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Date: 2012-11-17 08:36 am (UTC)She had wanted to be a Quidditch player. He knew she had played in Hogwarts. That she was a Chaser. Viktor's smile broadened. Nine brooms. He'd only brought two through the Portal but he had left behind many more at his family estate. A goat? He couldn't see why she'd want one but he knew there were some on the livestock farms. Viktor had no idea what a 'lorry' was or 'hard candy' - was that different from the little drops of candy his mother had always kept around the manor? He arched an eyebrow of amusement at the prince - Viktor wasn't muggle royalty but his father had been a Duke, a title that had, technically, passed to Viktor but he'd never used it. His smile warmed then. Five children. That was close to his desired number of children, as well. There was only a few forkfuls of food left on his plate when she finished speaking.
"I vould vork vith Father. He haff... had trade business. I learn, even vith Quiddith," Viktor answered, his expression sobering as he thought of his parents. His gaze shifted from watching her features to a point just over her shoulder. "Each day, Papa, he tell me of day, of trade, vhat ve invest, vhat ve no invest, who he speak vith, vhy he do dis," he continued, the memories washing over him. The image of his parents, how they let him into nearly every aspect of their lives, how he never for a moment doubted their love and devotion, not just to him but to each other. "My parent, dey ver muchly proud dat I play Quidditch. Dis vhat I dream of, vhen I child. Quidditch. I see first game vhen I five. I know den, I vill be Seeker."