"I honestly thought it would have more ducks," Hermione teased her boyfriend.
"Not every farm needs ducks," Viktor said. "Even ones vith ponds."
Hermione frowned and walked a few steps away. "But Viktor," she pouted, "it's the perfect spot for ducks."
"Hermione," Viktor started. He paused. "Ve don't have any animals yet. And just how can I take care of ducks? I haff a job that takes me away for long times."
"And I still live in London," Hermione mumbled.
Viktor drew her close to him. He loved Hermione, and she knew it. But he didn't know how to say what he wanted to. At least, not in English.
"You don't have to go," he said.
"Why Viktor? Are you asking me to move here?"
"Maybe."
A/N: So I'm currently working on new chapters as well. But some ideas still pop into my head. So bear with me as I get things done and enjoy the short snippets of nonsense I have.