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.
September 22nd
"That was the most embarrassing thing I've ever lived through," Charlotte muttered into Adabelle's ear.
"No it's not," she murmured back. "What about the time that kid pushed you off the stage but everyone thought you fell?"
"This was worse," the Ravenclaw insisted.
"If you say so. They were rather impressed, despite your abrupt halt, though. So that's something to be proud of."
"They would have been "impressed" even if I was horrible. They're teachers. They live to give students hope," Charlotte sighed. "You're not helping."
"What do you want me to say? That you sucked and that you might as well just throw in the towel now before you embarrass yourself in front of more people?"
"That was helpful," Charlotte said flatly.
"Well you won't listen to anything else! Why won't you believe us when we say that you've got the voice of an angel?"
October 6th
Dear Viktor,
Since it's been about a month since we've heard from each other, I figured it was time to catch you up on everything that's gone on here at Hogwarts.
Everything is crazy. It's that simple. Students are running around trying to finish assignments and find a costume to the Halloween Ball. Adabelle won't leave me alone about shopping for one either. She has been helping me practice for the auditions in December, though. They're coming faster than I'm particularly comfortable with, but I think that's just my nerves.
The first night she took me to practice, she made the classroom we used into a stage. It really was clever of her, trying to help me with my stage fright like that. But, then, she had to go and leave the door open for three of our professors to walk in. I've never been so embarrassed in my life; not even when I was pushed off the stage during last July's production of Romeo and Juliet.
I hope things are going much better for you,
Charlotte Adele Wright
October 10th
Dear Charlotte,
Do not fret about the auditions; you will do very well. As for things going better, I am not positive that they are. Classes are in turmoil and all anyone seems to care about is making the short list for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I'm so sick of the talk that I am ready to get on my broom and never come back. If I did not know that I had already made the list, I would not even bother trying to, my competitive streak be damned.
And if you take too terribly long trying to find a costume, then you might not find one at all. You might find comfort that the other boys are as worried about it as your Adabelle sounds. What I don't think they realize yet, is that, for any formal occasion, they must wear their dress uniforms. Karkaroff has been lenient in allowing masks, and fortunately I have found mine already. It is black, red, and gold. I hope you will have some luck of your own,
Viktor
Charlotte dragged her feet as Adabelle dragged her into the third store in Hogsmeade. They had been looking for Halloween costumes for hours now, and the Ravenclaw was getting sick of all the dressing, presenting to Adabelle, undressing and all over again. The Gryffindor had found her dress already; it was a dark emerald green with a small train that hugged her body. The mask she had picked to go with it was velvety black with green, purple, and silver scales on it.
"This is the last store I'm going into today," Charlotte warned her. "I'll come back next weekend if you make me, but I'm tired."
"We'll see," Adabell said.
"There is no 'we'll-," Charlotte stopped mid-sentence and Adabelle had to turn around to see why.
Charlotte's blue eyes had caught on a beautiful golden gown on the other side of the shop. She approached it and circled, taking in the shimmering fabric and the mermaid cut. It was strapless, and cut in a drastic hourglass figure and Charlotte could see the barest hint of corset boning under the gold. Adabelle spoke in her ear, quiet and wonder-like,
"That's your dress."
Charlotte nodded mutely; she couldn't agree more.
