A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters.
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt Challenge: 75: character – Viktor Krum
Writing Club August:
Disney Challenge: You Can Fly! You Can Fly! You Can Fly! - Write about someone flying.
Word Count: 414
Viktor walked out onto the pitch. The match had been called due to an abnormal amount of rain. The fans couldn't see the players, and they weren't going to stay and spend their hard earned galleons if there was nothing to see. Through the rain he could see the hoops, sort of see the stands. They were right to call the game. He'd never admit that though, everyone thought he was a tough player, that he could take anything. He was the opposite.
While people thought his entire life revolved around Quidditch, it actually revolved around the girl still in the air. She was flying through the hoops laughing in the rain. She was more dedicated than he was anymore. The tournament had changed his outlook on life, no longer was he taking another second for granted. That's why when he'd seen her in the air for the first time, felt the pattering of his heart in his chest, he'd flown up next to her and asked her out before someone else had a chance. She'd turned him down the first time. She already had a boyfriend, she'd said. He didn't pursue her, left well enough alone.
She'd written him a few months later asking if he was still interested, if he was seeing anyone. He was, and no, he wasn't seeing anyone. They'd met at a little cafe in London. He'd been in town for reasons. She was everything he could have ever dreamed of. She was smart enough, spunky enough, and her love for Quidditch, her commitment to the game, made him fall in love with her.
They dated for two years, that seemed long enough and not long enough at the same time. He'd proposed in midair, with a diamond ring in a case shaped like a golden snitch. She'd said yes and flew cartwheels in the air. Her brothers apparently made fireworks and soon the whole sky was pinks, reds, blues, and greens. He would never forget that night.
Their wedding was covered by every major, and some minor, media outlet. She'd given an exclusive to the Quibbler. Her best friend was the editor and Viktor couldn't help but want to be friends with her also. They managed a private honeymoon, he never had figured how that had worked. But, he never questioned it. All that mattered was him and her together forever. Now, watching her fly through the rain, he knew he wouldn't change a think in his life.