Walking out to the the quidditch pitch, his broom in hand, Viktor thinks about the boy that was flying the night before. As Viktor walks onto the pitch, he automatically looks up, hoping to see the boy. Seeing no one he mounts his broom and takes to the sky.

After flying for a few hours, Viktor spots the outline of a figure walking along the sidelines of the pitch. Getting the feeling that this is the boy from before, Viktor Swoops down lower to get a better view, the boy notices Viktor and waves. The boy looks familiar to Viktor, although he can't really tell in the dark.

Viktor lands a few yards away from the boy, walking in light strides to get closer. When Viktor gets close enough to recognize him, he's a little suprised. "Beautiful night." Cedric comments as he looks up and smiles.

Viktor nods "It vas cold back home when I left. Really cold." Viktor replies shrugging. Cedric nods nervously fidgeting. "Your flying is amazing." Viktor shrugs again "Yours too. You fly like you walk- How do you say? Agile.

Cedric flushes at the compliment "You're much better." Viktor shifts, not bothering with a reply. Cedric, clearly not comfortable with the silence, clears his throat. "It's kinda cold. You want to go raid the kitchen for some hot chocolate?" Viktor raises a eyebrow. "You vill make it?" Cedric laughs nervously. "Yea, Mum taught me. It probally won't be as good as her's, but it will be drinkable. I hope.