One year later
Viktor took a good look at the young dirty blond haired man with the silver moon like eyes and smiled. He could see every bit of his mother in the boy. They had the same hair and eyes that seemed to be looking out towards something, something magical, something brilliant. He turned to face Ivanka and nodded with approval, knowing that this young man wasn't one who would hurt his daughter in any way.
"What's your name?" Viktor asked. "Slipped out of my mind."
"Lorcan Scamander, sir," He replied after clearing his throat.
"Related to Newt Scamander, yes?"
The gangly teenager nodded.
"My daughter has always had a taste for famous wizards..."
He felt a slap to his arm and chuckled as his daughter glared at her with furious eyes.
"Not in front of Lory dad!" she hissed, blushing furiously. "You're embarrassing me! And don't say what's not true! I'm the daughter of a famous wizard!"
Viktor chuckled before looking at the front cover of the Daily Prophet that lay in front of him and flipped a few pages with his wand to find an interesting page. He saw one that interested him and he raised an eyebrow when he saw that his daughter's boyfriend didn't seem so happy all of a sudden. The curve of his lips had dropped and he seemed genuinely upset about something.
"Rosey's not been so happy lately." he said.
"Why what's happened?" Ivanka asked.
"Scorpius dumped her... like officially dumped her. He doesn't want an on and off relationship and plans to get married soon to Cecilia McLaggen. She's the daughter of Cormac McLaggen, as in the keeper who's really good and plays for the Chudley Cannons. I heard her mother's really pretty."
The information about the official dumping made Viktor's ears rise in a way and he wondered if his son knew... His son had spent most of his time out in bars lately that his career was starting to get on the line, he probably didn't.
"So you like older women?" Ivanka teased her boyfriend.
"You're older than me by a couple of months." he suggested with a smile.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Viktor said with a smirk.
His daughter smiled at him as she giggled. Viktor liked that he was able to make younger people feel comfortable around him, he didn't like it when they felt restricted.
"Do you know how to fly on a broom young man?" Viktor asked the teenager.
"Yes sir."
Viktor raised his hand and instantly a broom came flying towards his hand. He could use wandless magic.
"This is the very broom I rode on, on my first official Quidditch game whilst playing for Bulgaria. I'd like to see you take my daughter out flying. The broom's a bit rusty but it should be fine, it's not as fast the the ones now a days."
As soon as the teenagers were out of the living room, Viktor turned back to the papers, wondering if it was indeed telling the truth. Lorcan had confirmed it for him though, and his mother was close to the Potters. He quickly burned the paper with a spell to keep it away from his mind. It was only news, what could it do?