Feb 21, 2016
@durmstranged ORDERED FROM AMAZON ;;
“ Does that FLOCK follow you around everywhere? They look like an extra attachment to your robes. “
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@durmstranged ORDERED FROM AMAZON ;;
“ Does that FLOCK follow you around everywhere? They look like an extra attachment to your robes. “
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The gentle jingle of bells announced her presence in the homely shop before the door even had the chance to slip shut. It was blissfully quiet inside with only a few customers milling about, picking out whatever few items they needed. Kat on the other hand, well, she came with a list that included everything but the kitchen sink. It’s not like she was able to make this trip terribly often. But she was there enough to be considered a regular. Tattooed hands carefully skimmed across the shelves, deftly plucking out an assortment of ingredients. Ambergris, hyssop, and myrrh. Oh my. The young witch wasn’t one to actively pry into the business of others but every so often she was prone to giving advice, as her next victim was about to discover. Poor guy wouldn’t know what hit him.
“Hey, you should try using spearmint instead. It’s a little bit stronger.”
Viktor smooches u and your muse so hard tbh........on the cheek. Because he's still a shy boy
fleur has missed her viktor so much, okay. she talks about him daily. and i, of course, have missed YOU !!
The cooks have told her, time and time again, that if she's going to pick through the gardens then she must leave some of the fruits for them. For Loki, this is no problem with the trees, since she can only eat about three oranges or so on any given day before her stomach turns from the acidity, but nevertheless she does like to gorge herself to that point.
It's more of an incident when she gets after the sweet peppers and the tomatoes, though. At least she can save the seeds from the peppers, however, and they can be used as spice. The tomatoes—juicy, plump little cherry tomatoes—they suffer far more. Since she was twelve they've added three more rows of them to the gardens, just to counter the blight that she brings upon them.
Lady Kalenne Tyrell, esteemed noblewoman of her house, of repute all across the Southern region, kneels there in the garden with a paring knife greedily slicing peppers and tomatoes and popping them into her mouth, ripe slice by ripe slice—she is so engrossed in her little fit of hedonism, that she hardly notices when the gate into the garden opens. Hardly, and yet the sound registers, and she turns to see a stranger.
So this will be today's game.
Loki rights herself, though she cannot resist finishing her handful of tomatoes, slicing yet another in half and popping one of the pieces into her mouth. There is, after all, a certain air of childish precociousness about her that must be maintained at all times. It's charming, she knows.
Still chewing, she lifts a hand in greeting, and at least has some decency to swallow before calling, "How fare you, ser?" Doubtless he is one of the men who has been in the company of her father this night; some issue of trading vessels she will learn about later, when she won't be so utterly bored by the company of workmen, too worldly to be any fun. But if one wanders away, well—that's different.
"Would you like a tomato? Fresh from the vine."
Sends a mountain of (un)frozen spaghetti
just like what pap likes to make!although this version looks far less glittery… “ the pastabilities are endless here, y’know. "
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Lounges here
“it’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
Happy birthday! <3
Thank you!!!
Regarding your question of Viktor sorely missing Hermione as his most treasured object: [ x ] I may be mixing book and movie canon–but frankly that doesn’t matter to me, as I incorporate canon from both. 1. Viktor finds the spotlight and attention as gaudy as the camera bulbs every time his face is meant to show in trashy columns. Don’t mistake this for a resentment for his fame; he’s earned it rightfully–he’s good at his job (his passion), and he’s more than willing to accommodate his fans for pictures and autographs and requests, should they not be too extreme. That being said, as with most celebrities, one’s fame and persona skewed by media is not confined solely to what is portrayed. Viktor is an extremely private person, both in personality ( cultural influences also played a role ) and due to the constant spotlight. He is private, and not so dumb-witted as the public would like to believe. He’s a good judge of character, with a penchant for reading motives via micro-expressions and body language; you can attribute this to both his lessons in Dark Arts studies, as well as a natural affinity for detail that he honed on the Quidditch field. In short, he has quite the eye for knowing when someone has genuine interest, when they are consumed by hero worship, or attempting to gain strides for self-interest: be it monetary or five minutes of fame. 2. Bulgaria has, since its inception, been subject to a number of regimes and political eras being constantly overthrown and cycled through. Many of these were made in the interest of those only most worthy and powerful of political or socio-economic standing. In fact, the state of affairs in Bulgaria has been so inconsistent that relations between Bulgaria’s Ministry of Magic and its Muggle counterparts have, most often than not, been abrasive. At best, this balance is delicate. Unless dire situations seize and effect both sides equally, the Muggle and Wizarding communities usually claim and maintain no affiliation whatsoever. In short, Viktor’s own home and cultural standing makes it difficult for him to trust.
3. Viktor’s life at Durmstrang is hardly a negative experience. He’s brilliant, as are the majority of his classmates. They face severe trials together: everything from survival tactics in a harsh and inhospitable Eastern Europe to executing and enduring Dark Arts magic from one another and their Instructors. These prove to be strong bonding experiences. Yet, solidarity is not the same as friendship. Even without the crowds, the tabloids, the interviews, there still exists a degree of separation between himself and his peers. His strengths lie in some of the most difficult branches of magic, and his rigid sense of morality and honor means that he does not tolerate any form of bullying, heckling, or bismirching of those bloodlines normally deemed “impure.“ Viktor is polite, civil, friendly with his peers. Most often than not, they talk and he listens. Durmstrang is a place he feels very much at home, but it is hardly for the vulnerability he’s allowed himself to feel among his classmates—because that would hardly do, for both a boy of his background, and that of his alma mater. In short, Viktor makes few personal connections–both by choice, and because circumstances hardly allow for them. 4. Viktor finds comfort in solitude, and before the giggling ( or stammering ) flocks of fans discovered his desire for it, he found solace in the library. He likes to read, immerse himself when he cannot be immersed in the game. What draws Viktor to Hermione is how indifferently ( or not at all ) she regards him. He watches her, first in passing glances as he leaves or enters — and let it be known that Hermione is always there, always nose first in a book. Then he makes an effort to sit near her, to watch with lingering looks; he finds it very becoming, the way her nose scrunches and her eyes squint. He finds it becoming the way she occasionally might practice a certain charm under her breath, over and over, until the desired result is achieved. She has priorities; she is not a vapid girl with a liking for gossip, or giggling. She pays him no mind, and Viktor finds himself wanting her to. He tries, once or twice: always defeated by his own cowardice or the interruption of the sudden appearance of a fan barring the way. When it nears time for the Yule Ball, he finally catches her alone, and asks her in a gruff and shy voice–in very dangling English–what she’s reading. They talk, once or twice after that. And finally he asks her to the Yule Ball, and when she says yes it’s the giddiest he’s felt in a long time–and it’s a kind of giddiness that only partially resembles the anticipation of a match beginning. 5. In the movies, Hermione says he’s not particularly loquacious, but in the books Viktor is a chatterbox to Hermione, and Hermione alone. He lets her in because he feels comfortable around her, because he thinks her the most down to Earth, the smartest, the prettiest girl he’s met, and he wants her to know him the way he wants to know her. True, he does watch her study, and true, he does ask her questions. And likely also true that it gets on Hermione’s nerves once in a while, when she wants to study and Viktor Krum with a trailing line of giggling fans approaches her. But more than anything, for all of his chattering, Viktor likes to hear her talk. About Muggle life. About school. About whatever’s in her mind that preoccupies everything so. He thinks her as passionate for learning as he is for Quidditch. And, sometime down the road, hat sort of commitment will be a thing he desires in a partner Hope this answers your question.