As he walks out onto the quidditch pitch to meet Cedric for practice Viktors eyes roam the pitch, pausing when he sees Cedric. Already in the air, Cedric speeds over the pitch at a break-neck pace, swerving around goals and flying dangerously close to the ground as he chases the snitch.
His brown hair is windblown and his eyes are bright with excitement as he draws closer to the golden ball. Viktor watches as Cedrics eyes squint and he leans his slim body foward, arm flexing as his hand closes over the snitch. As Cedric releases the snitch back into the air Viktor mounts his broom and joins Cedric over the pitch, playfully shaving Cedric when he reaches for the snitch.
"Try again." Viktor smirks when a look of determination takes over Cedrics handsome face. Cedric shoves Viktor out of the way, so he can get to the snitch. Viktor laughs lightly causing Cedric to freeze in suprise, but the pause doesn't last long and Cedric snatches his broom in the direction of where the snitch was last spotted.
Cedric laughs as Viktor grabs the back of his cloak, trying to pull him off balance. Cedric leans forward , hands clenching the handle of his broom tightly as he urges the broom to go faster. Cedric escapes viktors grip for a second, but is caught again. Viktor yanks on Cedrics cloak and Cedric tumbles off his broom.
As Cedric begans to fall he catches Viktors cloak, pulling him off of his broom. Both boys hit the ground with a "Hmph." Viktors fall is cushioned by Cedric . Viktor begans pushing himself up. Blushing, Cedric puts his hands on Viktors chest, trying to help him up while stuttering "H-here. S-sorry."
Viktor smirks at the very flustered Cedric. Standing to his feet he begans to walk towards the exit of the pitch, turning back one last time to look at Cedric. "Same time tomorrow?"