Rush
'I know who you are.'
Charlie dropped his cigarette in surprise when he heard an accented voice speaking to him from somewhere in the rocks to his side. He turned to see Viktor Krum slowly making his way towards him and the dragon he was leaning against.
Before Charlie could speak the younger man continued, 'You are Charlie Veasley, I remember hearing other players and team members speak of you when I was younger, my coach at Vrasta can still be heard mumbling at times vondering what it vould take to get you to give up dragon and play for Vrasta.'
'Is that on the rare times you miss the snitch?' Charlie couldn't help but ask, trying not to sound rude.
'He vanted you and he got me,' was the curt reply he got before Viktor cocked his head and gave him and the dragon a curious look, 'Vhy did you give it up, you are one of the best that has played Quidditch?'
'I found a bigger thrill than Quidditch, dragons are huge and powerful, and there is nothing like the adrenaline rush you get when you are riding one and it dives while hunting its' prey. That is what sucked me in but their beauty, strength and power is what kept me hooked. Come and visit the reserve sometime and you will see what I mean.' The answer was a familiar one but it was the first time he'd ever added an invitation to it.