At least she was giving him a chance, both to get to know him and be open to furthering a relationship if they suited each other well. It was one thing to be physically attracted to her but quite another if she did not share his desires for the future. That separated witches from being one-offs, as the English called them, and being a potential wife.
It was easy to fall into memories of his parents, though they had been gone from his life for over a year. Back in the future, their personalities had surrounded him in every aspect of the manor, but here, his new home was a mixture of his own personality and theirs through the objects he'd brought with him. When Alicia stopped eating, he was a little concerned that he was bringing the conversation down but there was a glint of interest in her eyes which told him she was listening to what he was saying. "Da, dey verer most proud," he agreed, smiling again.
"Dey stood by my choices. Ve no alvays agree," Viktor chuckled, thinking back on some of the heated discussions he'd had with his father about putting off marriage in favor of Quidditch. Lifting the wine bottle, he topped off her glass again, then his own and set it aside. "But dey varm, loffing parent. Dey vere killed in var. Like many other. My vorld before var vas only Quidditch. Much focus to be best." He paused, reaching out across the table to gently take her hand in his own. "Vhat of hope for future? Vhat you vant?"
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Date: 2012-11-19 12:01 am (UTC)It was easy to fall into memories of his parents, though they had been gone from his life for over a year. Back in the future, their personalities had surrounded him in every aspect of the manor, but here, his new home was a mixture of his own personality and theirs through the objects he'd brought with him. When Alicia stopped eating, he was a little concerned that he was bringing the conversation down but there was a glint of interest in her eyes which told him she was listening to what he was saying. "Da, dey verer most proud," he agreed, smiling again.
"Dey stood by my choices. Ve no alvays agree," Viktor chuckled, thinking back on some of the heated discussions he'd had with his father about putting off marriage in favor of Quidditch. Lifting the wine bottle, he topped off her glass again, then his own and set it aside. "But dey varm, loffing parent. Dey vere killed in var. Like many other. My vorld before var vas only Quidditch. Much focus to be best." He paused, reaching out across the table to gently take her hand in his own. "Vhat of hope for future? Vhat you vant?"