Title: Only A Day

Author: WhyIsARavenLikeAWritingDesk

Universe: Harry Potter

Rating: T – M

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.

Author's Note: So sorry this part is so sort. I just haven't had the time to really go at it with the end of school and all. But now school is over and I have all the time in the world to get on with this. If you are reading this and are also a fan of my story 'Victorious Queen", I appologise. I have no inspiration towards that piece at all right now, but I hate to leave anything unfinished so I will be leaving it up. It will be on hiatus for the time being, but please feel no hesitation at messaging me or leaving a review. Who knows. Maybe the right word will set me on the right track again. Don't forget to leave me some love!


September 8th

Charlotte,

We are arriving by ship.

Do not worry about your friend. There are many of the students just like that. Arowl, one of the third year students, one can hear his through the walls at night. Your Adabell might get on with him.

As far as entering the Tournament, I have been selected for the short list. What I don't this anyone realizes is that, as being on the short list, we are required to enter. If we refuse to enter then we will not be allowed to attend. But, even if this had not been the case, I believe I would have entered anyway. Besides the danger of the tasks, I have a bit of a competitive streak.

Viktor


Charlotte refolded the letter and put it in her desk drawer. The lamplight filling the room flickered and the Ravenclaw turned to find Viktor's hawk, Orion, trying to eat the flaming candle wick.

"Silly bird," Charlotte scolded, picking him up and holding him to her chest.

The messenger hawk cooed and nipped at the fabric of her tie. The redhead set him down next to a sleeping Deek and went back to her desk. Several books lay open on the surface, but the one Charlotte had been using mostly was her Advanced Potions book. Four inches of parchment lay between the pages and Charlotte figured she would need another five or six to bring her essay to Outstanding standards. She snorted; it figured Snape would set an essay on the first week of school. Charlotte retied the strings on her sweatpants, as they kept falling down, and took a seat at her ink stained desk. She dipped her quill in her ink pot and the familiar skritching sound of a quill tip meeting parchment filled the silence again. She worked diligently for another hour, by candle's mark anyway, which meant it was nearly two hours after midnight when Charlotte finally fell into bed, ivory corset still cinched tight.

Charlotte woke the next morning from an owl nibbling on her ear. She pushed Deek away gently, thanking him for waking her up. She placed the owl back on his stand and reached around to pull the ties on the back of her corset. Letting the garment fall and taking a deep, unrestrained breath woke the Ravenclaw more than a shower could. She threw on a tee shirt and grabbed a towel and other shower things before heading off to the seventh year girls' bathroom.

Charlotte showered quickly, stretching her body from being confined within her corset. Once done the redhead wrapped herself in her towel and rushed back to her dorm, unaware of the time. The first thing she did was lock her watch around her wrist, to keep track of the time. The second thing she did was notice that is was only 6:30 in the morning. Charlotte glared at her owl, who hooted happily, and searched around for her wand until she found it in the back pocket of yesterday's pants.

She charmed her hair dry and it fell in soft vibrant curls around her shoulders. Charlotte pulled a clean pair of underwear and a second corset, this one black and gold with a sweetheart bust, out of her trunk. She pulled her underwear on then found a new pair of uniform pants and pulled them on as well. Foregoing a bra, Charlotte slipped the fresh corset over her head and began the almost impossible task of lacing it up herself.

Charlotte ate breakfast and made her way to History of Magic without seeing, or hearing, Adabelle, which she found rather strange. As lazy as the girl could be otherwise, Charlotte knew she was almost never late for her other classes. Sitting in one of the back desks, she turned and asked a seventh year Gryffindor,

"Have you seen Adabelle this morning?"

The Gryffindor shook his head and went back to his notes. Charlotte went back to her own as well and about halfway through the class, Adabell snuck in the door. She made her way to Charlotte's desk and slipped onto the bench.

"Where were you?" the redhead asked.

"Overslept," Adabelle whispered.

"And you say I'm irresponsible," Charlotte muttered back.

The brunette stuck her tongue out and the rest of the lesson was carried out with only Professor Binn's monotone to break the silence.

Charlotte went the rest of the day without seeing Adabelle, as History of Magic was the only class they had together on Thursday, and for some reason the Gryffindor wasn't at lunch. By the time dinner rolled around, the Ravenclaw was swamped with work and rather lonely. Instead of sitting through the meal and announcements, Charlotte made herself a sandwich, wrapped it in a nalkin and retreated to her empty dorm room, intent on responding to Viktor's latest letter.


September 8th

Viktor,

Requiring someone to put their life on the line for a bit of glory os insane and barbaric. You can tell your Headmaster I said so. As for entering yourself, I guess that's your decision and I can't really ask you to change it. Besides the Tournament, I think Dumbledore is finally going to announce the Ball tonight. I hope he does. Adabelle's fit to explode if she has to go one more day without telling anyone. I think it will be an interesting sight if she does.

Forgetting school altogether, my auditions have been set for December 3rd. It's a Saturday, so our Headmaster should not have a reason to keep me from going. I'm nervous. I've never auditioned for a role as big as this. The Audition's Master for London's Magical Theatre has assured me that he will write Dumbledore should he refuse. That's not what really bothers me; I don't really think Dumbledore would refuse. I'm almost afraid that he'll make a big deal out of it. Now that my grandfather has passed away, the only people who know about my artistic ventures are you and Adabelle.

Charlotte Adele Wright