Harry Potter: A Fan Fiction - Volume 1 Chapter 42 Kalamansi

Viktor finally gave in and searched his database for Vivien’s file to know more about her. There wasn’t much to read as everything was the usual overt information like how old she is, what classes she is taking, her parent’s name, etc…

Through his ‘indulgence’ he confirmed that she is indeed related to ‘that’ Lockhart. The very famous, very handsome, very talented, very brave and many more things he claim himself to be. Gilderoy Lockhart is Vivien’s paternal uncle. Viktor could already feel a headache coming as he focused on this part of the report.

“I hope she only inherited the good looks…”

Viktor mumbled to himself and continued to read.

“Excuse me, miss Vivien… Can I join you in this table for lunch?”

Viktor directly spoke when Vivien turned her head to see who just called her. Perhaps remembering her clumsy behaviour from their first encounter, her cheeks slightly blushed while she nodded her head and motioning Viktor with an ‘if it pleases you gesture’.

The female students in the Ravenclaw table were gobsmacked at this unexpected development of events. Who would have thought that not even a week passed and someone has already taken the attention of their prince charming? Eyes directed at Vivien only made her slightly uncomfortable but she just shrugged her shoulder and ignored it altogether. The male students on the other hand are gnashing their teeth, their goddess is being stolen in front of them and they could only helplessly watch.

Viktor didn’t care about what other unimportant people thought about him, he understood many years ago that there will always be haters and trying to please them will just be a waste of time.

‘Bite me.’

That is the full extent of a response unimportant people will get from him.

The two began conversing. Although they were awkward at it at first the two managed to talk for a little and familiarise themselves with one another.

[Vivien POV]

My roommate pointed to the direction of the Slytherin long table where a group of young men sat as they conversed with one another. My roommate was giggling and squealing while looking at a certain man in that group.

“Look how handsome the new transfer student is… I want someone like him to court me. I’d agree right away and marry the guy.”

I couldn’t help but stare more carefully at the transfer student. If I remember correctly then I believe his name is Viktor Krum, a young lord from a most ancient noble house from Bulgaria. His father died to a vampire when he was one and his mother also died when he was four. I can’t help but feel sorry for him. Maybe he is very sad to have lost his parents when he is so young. His childhood must have been very difficult, a lord would have to bear tons of responsibilities and a child becoming one is simply going to be a huge burden to their happiness.

‘He is very handsome indeed. My narcissistic paternal uncle would be ashamed of himself and look like a peasant if he is placed beside Viktor. He is… interesting.’

My face heated up when I realised my thoughts are going astray, it’s just that Viktor had this neat looking dark brown hair, a brightly glowing deep brown eyes, and amazing jawline that gives him a very, very, manly vibe which boosts his charm.

‘Ahem’

Yep. Definitely my type.

Classes started immediately the day after the welcoming and the sorting ceremonies. Some of the first years can be seen looking around and wandering the corridors of the castle like lost sheep, they would approach and ask their seniors only to be laughed at. It’s been an entertainment and a tradition to make fun of the first years who are lost in the castle’s corridor.

As I was walking towards my class I saw a familiar figure from afar, he walked with the confidence of a lion, every stride is sure and steady, his walking would be enough of an intimidation as one could feel overwhelmed just from watching him.

“Excuse me…”

He called out to me, introduced himself and asked me for directions ‘His voice is captivating’. He was looking at me directly in the eyes ‘His eyes are more beautiful up close’ I was probably dazed for a moment as I failed to answer a formal introduction and forgot my etiquette. I ran when I felt my face was about to burst from embarrassment. I don’t understand why I did but I just felt like I had to run so I did. I managed to at least answer his question though, I hope I was able to help him a little.

I was eating lunch when a very familiar voice called out to me. I looked back and saw Viktor asking me if he could join me in the table. I thought Durmstrang students hated the company of half and muggleborn wizards, but since he is asking me in front of many of such origin I guess he doesn’t really hate them himself. My heart is already racing when I noticed, my throat is parched and I found it hard to speak what I wanted to say so I gestured to the seat beside me with a ‘please’.

Viktor is smart and very funny although he looked like a strict person who didn’t like to make jokes, he actually is better than my first impression. We talked for a while under the murderous gazes of other students but I saw him as relaxed as ever seemingly unaffected by these stares and so I also decided to just imitate him ignore them altogether to focus on what’s truly important.