Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...yet.I'm just waiting for some random uber-rich relative to die, then, i will own the world!
Summer was…
Summer in Bulgaria was…
A sun-drenched affair. He constantly got sun burns, but was too happy to care.
Swimming at the beach. His body powering through the water until he reached his target, whereupon he promptly pulled his best friend under, smirking at his shocked expression.
Quidditch with dad. Though he was a world famous seeker, the old guy could still pull a couple moves on him.
Cooling off with some ice cream. A bit of dairy never hurt anyone, especially if it was chocolate flavoured.
Home cooked meals. As they say, no-one can cook as well as your mother. Viktor heartily agreed.
Visiting childhood friends. Usually, he just didn't have the time to go rambling around in Bulgaria.
Knocking around with Ivanova and Volkov. Sometimes a quidditch game didn't have to be competitive… Sometimes.
Playing with his little cousin Anna. She really was the cutest thing ever. Even if she did bite.
Hiking up Pirin Mountain. Standing on the summit, looking out at the lakes and wild flowers down in the valley was a surreal feeling. The only thing that ruined it was the fact that he'd have to climb back down.
An escape from those tea-crazed loons. Viktor was surprised the English didn't fill their swimming pools with the cursed beverage.
Those precious months were all these things and more, but most of all - summer in Bulgaria was perfect.
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