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[attr="class","ctopline"]There is only one great mystery

[attr="class","cscriptshop"]i keep searching for the answer desperately

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What did I ever do to make you fall for me?

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[attr="class","cbody"]She knew that she hadn’t necessarily been the happiest person in the world when Viktor had told her that he was being scouted to come out of retirement. While she had been determined to put those worries in the back of her mind, and to be outwardly supportive of whatever her husband wanted to do, it had not been something that she had been looking forward to. It had felt like so much change had happened already and as much as she wanted to be someone who could just roll with the punches, she hadn’t been the best at adapting with change recently. She didn’t want to be that way, but she hadn’t really found anything that she could do about it. Stability helped her. It put her mind at ease. It made her feel like everything was okay.
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When there was instability, when there was change, she felt unsettled. She felt insecure. She felt a dozen other completely irrational emotions and as much as she knew that, she hadn’t been able to do anything about it. Rolling with the punches, adapting to change, they were both things that she had not been great with since Vince had died and she had been allowed to go back to a normal life. It had been frustrating to her that it wasn’t easier, but she knew that she had to keep trying.
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She knew that every day, it did get a little bit easier. There had been a time in her life when she was sure she could go without ever setting foot in London again, but she went to the museum on occasion, when something needed done. Granted, the museum was quiet and the streets of London were loud, but it was a start. There was a time when going to a Quidditch match had been out of the question, but she had gone to the England v. Scotland World Cup match with Narcissa. Granted, she had been able to sit in a top box with just her, and she had been out of the crowds, but still. There was progress being made, even if she didn’t always feel like there was.
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Desirae didn’t understand why Viktor dealt with her sometimes, in all honesty. That was part of the fear when he had decided to go back to playing Quidditch. She knew that she was a lot to deal with. She knew that she brought along more baggage in a relationship than a normal woman would have, and she knew how many people that he would be able to meet now that he was back in the spotlight. There were hundreds, probably thousands, of women that would kill to be married to Viktor Krum, and most of them probably could go with him to an after-party or cheer him on during a match, out in the real stands. Most of them probably knew far more about Quidditch than she did too. There were dozens of reasons why those women would probably be a lot better than she was, and it was hard not to feel insecure about that. Not when change already brought that emotion out of her.
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Narcissa had made that harder. She had left the hotel to move home, and then she had quit. Desirae had not kicked her out of the house, but she had ended the conversation and she hadn’t talked to her since. That had been over a month ago now, days after her birthday. She knew that Viktor had seen her since then, as had Vzá and Jack, but she’d wanted no part in it. It was a longstanding fact in her life that people would leave, that relationships wouldn’t last—whether those were romantic relationships or otherwise. Narcissa had left. She hadn’t cut ties or anything dramatic, but she had left. Desirae had just figured they might as well skip to the ending, and get used to it now.
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So, that had been what she was doing. Viktor had been busy with practice, she had finally consented to actually going to the hotel. For a while, she had refused to run it just because Narcissa had wanted her to. But Viktor was way too busy to try to do that himself, so she had relented and gone back to work there to actually keep things running now that Narcissa was gone.
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But that was not what she was doing today. Today… she was trying. Vzá and Jack were with her mum, and she had decided she was going to surprise Viktor at practice. It was a spontaneous thing that was not at all like her, so she had decided to give it a shot. Practice was well under way by the time she made it there, and she kept her eyes on the sky as she took a seat in the stands to watch.
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one great mystery

searching for the answer

desperately

He knew how hard this had been on her. Or at least he thought that he did. Viktor knew that Desirae hadn’t liked this idea. But she hadn’t tried to tell him not to either. It was just that change bothered her. And he knew that. He was well aware of the fact that change bothered her. What he didn’t know, was how to help her see that this wasn’t going to be for the rest of their lives. What he didn’t know was how he was supposed to convince her that he wasn’t going back to quidditch to hunt for a sporty wife. He hadn’t done that before, and he certainly wasn’t doing that now.

He didn’t care that she didn’t know a lot about quidditch. He didn’t care that she didn’t want to go to afterparties and hang out with all of them. He truly didn’t want to do any of that either. He could have had kids the same age as some of his teammates. He knew that that was probably a little dramatic, but it also wasn’t. Because he very well could have. His niece played for the Harpies. He had joked with his other niece about them recruiting her to play instead of him. He knew that he very well could have been their father. He didn’t want to go out, and party with them after matches. He wanted to go home and go to sleep.

There wasn’t some secret side of him that he had been hiding from her through all of this. And he didn’t know how to get her to see that. There were a lot of things that Viktor didn’t know.

What he did know was that he was going to make sure that he was giving his all to this. That he was playing as well as the Graves’ expected him to. He didn’t want to disappoint them. He didn’t want them to think that they had made a mistake when they had chosen to come after him for this position. He knew that there had to have been other options. He knew that there had to have been younger recruits. But they had chosen him, come pursuing him, and he was going to make sure that they were proud.

What he hadn’t expected was to see his wife in the stands. She didn’t come to many practices, and when she did, she normally had the children in tow. He knew that she had met Olivia. And he knew that that had been back when he had first started playing. Since then, they had only been here a handful of times. He had seen Vzá here more often. She had come with Narcissa on a number of occasions, and he wasn’t really sure how the older witch had talked her way into a closed practice, but there were just some things that being a Malfoy could always buy you.

He didn’t mind that so much though, so long as she was the one using it. He didn’t like that she had gone back to Wiltshire. He did not like that Desirae had tried to cut her out of the children’s lives. That wasn’t fair. And he knew that there were complications with both allowing the Malfoys in their lives and keeping his children away from them at the same time. But as much as part of him didn’t want Vzá turning into such a little clone of her grandmother, he thought that being around Cissa was good for her. It made Vasilisa less likely to complain about his daughter’s lack of manners.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have manners. It was just that he didn’t know what manners a pureblood little girl should have. He didn’t have any sisters. Desirae hadn’t been raised with that propriety. Narcissa could teach it to her, and then they could tell her that she didn’t have to use it unless her grandmother was around. So far, that seemed to be working.

He couldn’t focus on any of that while he was in the air though. They were running through drills, and practices, and he watched as Vesper flew towards Marcus, and he nodded once to the Top Box where the red headed witch was sitting with a baby on her lap and flew off in the direction that he had seen Desirae in earlier. He hadn’t known that she was coming, but he was glad to see her. He flew to the edge, and hovered there, smirking up at her, “Hey stranger… Didn’t know you were coming today.”

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