In a Name

At first it had annoyed her, the mispronunciation irritating her very nature.

After all hadn't she corrected Ron in their first year about his pronunciation of Wingardium Leviosa?

But she grit her teeth and let it pass, after all she reminded herself, English was his second language.

But now? Now she loved it. She loved how when she got home from work in the evening he'd say her name, mispronunciation and all, and give her a kiss.

Even if he could say it properly now.

She ran the tip of her forefinger over his sleeping brow and smiled. Her Viktor.