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The chill air snapped at his face, fur collar riding high around his face as he exited the vast school hall, brushing the snow from his collar carelessly. His eyes flickered to a group of girls in the corner who instantly burst into fits of giggles as he frowned, picking up his pace and walking out into the frosty grounds.

The grass crunched under his feet as he shovelled his hands deep into his pockets, chocolate eyes scanning the sky line of the forest slowly. He had been here for two weeks and already he found where ever he went, he was never alone. A loud giggle burst from behind him and turning he saw a girl of at least half his height gazing up at him. He took a deep breath as she gawping up at him, mouth agape,

"Yes?" He questioned as politely as he could. The girl blinked, blue eyes filled with awe, "vhat do you vant?" he asked again, watching the girl with utter disbelief as she turned on her heels, trotting slowly back to her group of disgruntled friends. He shook his head, sitting on the crisp grass and burying himself in the fur of his coat,

Insane, the lot of them... He muttered to himself in Bulgarian as he took yet another deep sigh. He often found himself sitting like this, but as he reminded himself, there wasn't one occasion on this trip when he found himself entirely alone. There was always a group of eager fans (it seeming mostly female), and on the odd blessed occasion when this wasn't so, Karkaroff was there, breathing heavily down his neck. A flake of snow drifted slowly past, landing on his arm and melting gradually into the deep grooves of the fabric, the wind blowing gentle against him - a wall of fur and velvet. Alone at last.

A voice sounded behind him, and glancing round he expected to see a babble of girls approaching, but instead he saw one lone black figure against the white of falling snow. As she came closer, her features became apparent and all at once his heart leapt into his throat.

Her scarf was wrapped tightly against the wind, the blazing red and gold barely visible beneath her thick blanket of brown curls. Glancing up, he saw a flash of brown as she smiled beneath the layers of fabric,

"Viktor?" She questioned hesitantly. He swallowed hard, pulling back the fur from his face a little as he smiled nervously, standing,

"Her-mio-ninny..." He stuttered, his jaw shivering in the cold. Her face cracked into a smile, her eyes flickering across the snowy horizon,

"I saw you alone, so... I though I'd come and join you." She looked up fleetingly, Viktor's strong gaze powering straight through her,

"Yes, I am not very often on my own." He laughed a little, breathing into his hands and rubbing them together quickly, "I am sorry, I haff not been seeing you in a long time." She shook her head dismissively, wrapping her cape more tightly again round her shoulders.

There was a pause, and for a while the two merely stood, content with the company they had so far, until Viktor looked back at her, admiring her stern, intelligent gaze,

"Vould you like to come for a walk?" He stammered, embarrassment settling in his cheeks as she paused, looking up at him with a blank face. He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut in,

"I'd love to." She replied, stepping forwards, the settled snow beneath her feet creaking gentle like cotton wool.

He reached out, offering her a space beneath his arm, and stepping forwards he law his arm gentle around her shoulders, draping his cape round her neck as they began to walk, two figures moulded to one.