Title: Only A Day
Author: WhyIsARavenLikeAWritingDesk
Universe: Harry Potter
Rating: K+ - T
Characters: Viktor/OC
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or Viktor Krum or anything to do with that world. I also do not own any of the Edgar Allen Poe poetry seen here, but some poetry will be original.
Summary: Nobody knows that Viktor Krum, the greatest Seeker in the world, the pride of Durmstrang School, is actually a closet poet. The only person aware of this, his pen pal of five years, doesn't actually know who he is. She only knows him as Viktor.
September 5th
Viktor,
I hope you arrive by train when your school travels to Hogwarts, just so you know what it's like. Then you can be grateful for Floo and apparition. Until then, you have no need to be.
While your mother may be right in the rules of etiquette concerning this kind of thing, don't worry about it. I've already agreed. But don't always disregard what your mother says; they are usually right.
My best friend, Adabelle, has been asking after you again. I think she would like to meet you as well. If you meet her eventually and find her like I do: loud, brash, and blunt, I understand if you do not wish to see her again. Sometimes I feel the same, but I'll ask you not to repeat that.
I don't know what it's like at Durmstrang, but if your school is anything like mine, we may be in for an interesting year. Our Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, has announced your arrival, along with Beauxbatons, and I don't believe I've seen the other students so excited. Some are appalled at the death toll that hangs over the Tournament and others only think it adds to the competition.
I know you may think this is none of my business, but I wanted to know if you planned on entering the Tri-Wizard Tournament?
Charlotte Adele Wright
When the red head set her quill down, she nearly shot out of her seat when Adabelle spoke in her ear,
"You think I'm loud, brash and blunt?"
"Bloody hell, Adabelle! Are you trying to get me to an early grave?"
"Corse not, sweetheart. So how is our Secret-Lover-Man? You haven't spoken of him since we got here."
"So? I've been busy."
"Busy," Adabelle toned, "or avoiding me for some reason."
Charlotte rolled her eyes and began to collect her books so she could vacate the library. Adabelle watched her suspiciously.
"What?" Charlotte asked desperately, feeling the brunette's eyes bore into her.
"What aren't you telling me?" Adabelle asked.
Charlotte sighed and her shoulders dropped.
"There's going to be a Halloween Ball," she said, "on the night the Champions are chosen for the Tournament."
Adabelle's eyes lit up and a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat crossed her face; Charlotte's shoulders dropped further.
"I love you!" Adabelle shouted, nearly tackling the Ravenclaw and wrapping her in a tight hug.
"This is a library!" Mrs. Pince hissed, appearing from behind a bookshelf. "You will treat it as such or you will leave!"
"Sorry, Mrs. Pince. We were just going anyway. It won't happen again," Charlotte apologized quietly.
The librarian narrowed her eyes, wished the girls the night, and retreated back to her desk. Adabelle helped Charlotte with her books after the old woman left and the two teens quickly escaped into the hallway. It was late enough that the stone corridors were silent, but not so late that the girls would miss curfew.
They walked the halls at a leisurely pace, Adabelle going on and on about the possibilities for the Ball. Charlotte listened to her for quite some time. As Adabelle switched from subject to subject faster than Charlotte could Blink, the red head began to daydream about it herself. The dresses, all elegantly flowing and made of the richest fabrics and colors, the masks, all different shapes and sizes and colors and designs that each told a different story.
The lights are dim and the music is haunting and people are dressed fabulously and dancing. Charlotte is standing in the center of the dance floor, a glittering golden dress flowing over her form. A plain gold mask adorns her face, only allowing her bright blue eyes to show though. Charlotte can hear the bells chime midnight and feel a presence behind her. She turns and there is a tall man standing there, as if waiting for her. He's only a head and a half taller than she is with deep brown eyes behind a gold, red and black mask. His dark hair falls into his eyes and he reaches up a large hand to brush it away. He offers Charlotte the same hand, as if to ask her to dance and she reaches out her own hand –
"Charlotte? Charlotte!" Adabelle called, snapping her fingers in front of the red head's face.
"What?" Charlotte asked, snapping from her trance.
"Are you alright, Charlie? You've been out of it for the last few minutes with this look of absolute rapture on your face."
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. I think I was daydreaming about the Opera."
"Alright," Adabelle said, taking Charlotte by the arm. "You're going to bed. You've got too much on your mind, what with auditions and the Ball and finally meeting Secret-Lover-Man."
Charlotte blushed and rolled her eyes, agreeing to go to bed.
Tuesday, September 6th
"Wakey, wakey, sunshine! A voice chirped in Charlotte's ear. "Time to get up. You're going to be late for your first Potions class of the year!"
"I hate you!" Charlotte yelled at Adabelle, throwing back her comforter.
"You won't for long," Adabelle said in a sing-song voice.
"How did you even get in here? You're not even in this House!"
"I bribed a fourth year," the Gryffindor explained. "Now get up."
Charlotte sighed and sat up.
"You gonna dress me again?" she asked sleepily.
"Ooh! Can i?" Adabelle asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever."
Charlotte slid out of her bed and began to gather her things for a shower.
Once the redhead had soaped, lathered, shaved and rinsed, she climbed out of the seventh year showers and into the soft confines of her favorite bath towel. Making her way back to her dorm, Charlotte could hear Muggle pop music pounding from behind one of the fourth year dormitory doors. She rapped on the door, though she doubted anyone could hear her, and pushed the door open. Two fourth year girls were dancing around their room in their underwear and socks, singing into their hairbrushes. Charlotte watched for a few more moments in amusement before reaching over and turning down the volume dial on the radio. Bothe girls turned towards the door, one dropping her hairbrush in embarrassment. The other girl just grinned and waved.
"While your dancing is beautiful," Charlotte said, "it is six-thirty in the morning. Be quiet. Or at least learn how to cast a silencing charm over your dorm."
"Sure," the second girl agreed.
Charlotte closed the door and took the steps necessary to reach her own dorm. Once inside with the door closed, Charlotte slipped into the underwear Adabelle had pulled from her trunk.
"Where's the rest of my uniform?" the girl asked the brunette, who was fixing non-existent problems in the mirror.
"On your bed. You know what auditioning means, right?"
"Yeah," Charlotte sighed. "It means I have to get reacquainted with my corset."
"Exactly," Adabelle agreed. "So. Pants and shoes and then I'll help you get strapped in."
"Thanks," Charlotte sighed.
Once her black skinny jeans had been pulled over her hips and buttoned, and her flats had been slipped on, Charlotte turned her back to Adabelle and slipped off her bra. She put her hands in the air and Adabelle slipped the already partially laced corset over Charlotte's head. The redhead held the heart-shaped bust in place while the brunette laced it closed. Adabelle ties the knot and asked,
"How does that feel?"
"It's good. Difficult to breath, but not impossible.
"Well on the up side," Adabelle said, "your boobs look great."
"Thanks," Charlotte said.
After getting into her button up and tie, with only a little help, the two headed down to breakfast. At such a busy time of the day, teachers did not really care to keep the teachers sorted, so Charlotte and Adabelle were free to sit together. They made small talk as they munched on toast and other small pasties. Charlotte began her first Transfiguration essay of the year as Adabelle chattered quietly on about the Halloween Ball.
Charlotte's Schedual:
Monday
Double Transfiguration 8:00 – 10:00
Herbology 10:00 – 11:00
Lunch 11:00 – 12:30
Free Period 12:30 – 2:00
DADA 2:00 – 3:00
Tuesday
Double Potions 8:00 – 10:00
History of Magic 10:00 – 11:00
Lunch 11:00 – 12:30
Free Period 12:30 – 2:00
Ancient Runes 2:00 – 3:00
Wednesday
Double Herbology 8:00 – 10:00
Transfiguration 10:00 – 11:00
Lunch 11:00 – 12:30
Free Period 12:30 – 1:00
Double Potions 1:00 – 3:00
Thursday
History of Magic 8:00 – 9:00
Double DADA 9:00 – 11:00
Lunch 11:00 – 12:30
Free Period 12:30 – 2:00
Ancient Runes 2:00 – 3:00
Friday
Double Potions 8:00 – 10:00
Ancient Runes 10:00 – 11:00
Lunch 11:00 – 12:30
Free Period 12:30 – 3:00
