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The last thing he needed to be happening was the TriWizard Tournament, he was taking his Newts this year, and he could have done without the noise and excitement the tournament was bringing. Which was why he was in a private part of the of Hogwarts grounds doing his homework.
Though, the Tournament was giving the school gossips something else to gossip about other than himself and Cora.
They were still getting The Cut from some Pureblood children who didn’t know better and thought they were being clever. Though in truth most of them were from New Money and not truly Pureblooded even if their family had bonded to a Son or Daughter of an Ancient House.
The click of heels and a bow with a hand over the heart had him looking up with a smile. The gesture was everything it should be, perfect Bulgarian manners.
The slight crinkle of amusement around Viktor’s eyes said that Viktor knew exactly what he was doing, greeting him that way, even if no one else could see them.
Viktor’s family had been very discreetly pursuing a Betrothal contact between himself and Victor for years, something his Uncle was now negotiating for him. Something that he had no problems with. Viktor’s magic was pure, his family magic deep and clear. For all that he was a Dark wizard.
The Krum’s were one of the few families in Europe that were neither Patriarchal nor Matriarchal, families that were so few you could count them of the fingers of one hand.
Families like the Krum’s had the blood of Titans in their veins, so they said. That they were older than magic herself, who had given them the gift out of the respect she had for them and the respect they had for her.
The Krum family magic sung to him, as it had done since the moment they had been introduced as children, which was something that Talia had not been able to countenance. If the Krum family wished to negotiate a contract between the Hale family and themselves it was going to be for Cora they were not important enough, so she believed, for her Heir.
And Talia had never recognised that the bonding between two men or two women was as sacred in Lady Magic’s eyes as the bonding between a man and a woman. She had disowned several family members for the relationships they had.
Luckily, Peter didn’t think like that in the slightest and had brought those that Talia had shunned back into the family magic as soon as he could.
“May I walk with you to lunch, Master Hale.”
The slight smirk that touched Viktor’s lips could have been read by some as condescending, but for him, it was for the secret that they shared. For the betrothal that would make every Pureblood true or not sit up and notice.
After all, a Hale bonding into Bulgarian royalty was going to set the cat among the pigeons, to say the least.
Not that Victor was recognised as being a Bulgarian Prince.
Yet.