Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,496
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Silver and Gold
veta - read
kak ste- greetings
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Chapter 3 Silver and Gold
\'\'Vrood vue like same apply\'\' no thats wrong.
\'\'Apppppppllllllaaaa\'\' wrong again.
Once again the moody Bulgarian tried to say the word apple in broken english to himself. He was alone in his quarters hunched over some reading material desperately working on his pronunciation. It had been two days since he last saw her with Karkaroff on his back about the championship and the learning of language and dodging of hellcats. He had little time to track her in the library besides he\'d probably just end up staring at the girl and most likely would creep her out.
Knock Knock.
\'\'здравей\'\' Shortly after Viktor called out in greeting after hearing the knock a sharp pointy looking young man opened the door. Stepping in a few steps He closed the door behind him and sat down in a very hard looking wooden chair in front of Viktor.
\'\'Kak ste why not come out ?\'\' Tolga asked.
\'\'чета\'\' I said sharply wanting to be alone . He glared hard at me for awhile a guess pissed cause I want pay attention to him. Sometimes I swear his like those Sheep always begging for attention He mused to himself. Or maybe he don\'t fly straight. Viktor suddenly snapped his head up with that thought and gave Tolga a death glare who felt it was time to leave getting up he opened the door preparing to walk out. Behind him Viktor let out a relieved sigh He turned around and for a moment looked like he would speak finally with just a shake of his head he marched out slamming the door as he went.
\'\'Hmmph\'\' Viktor grunted so called friend is what Tolga was suppose to be. He knew better then that he had no friends he wasn\'t trained to need friends or lovers because it wasn\'t what was needed to catch that gold ball in the end. He learned this all even before he became a famous quidditch player with that thought he went back to studing.
The Next Afternoon.
Viktor stood silent as his head master paced back and forth in front of him for the millionth time sprouting off about the same things he\'d said over and over again before they even left Durmstrang it was a never ending occurrence with the same lines.
Win.
Best.
Dedication.
Work.
Hardest.
No such things as Can\'t or Won\'t.
Most importantly You must WIN!
It was plain to see all Karkaroff cared about was the glory of the win the riches and fame. The rivers could run dry in Egypt but he wouldn\'t raise an overgrown eyebrow. Hmmmp he was nobodys fool but he didn\'t care he imagined his Angel while Karkaroff continued his tarade in front of him.
Not all treasures are Silver and Gold and he knew that better than anyone. He thought silently.
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kak ste- greetings
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Chapter 3 Silver and Gold
\'\'Vrood vue like same apply\'\' no thats wrong.
\'\'Apppppppllllllaaaa\'\' wrong again.
Once again the moody Bulgarian tried to say the word apple in broken english to himself. He was alone in his quarters hunched over some reading material desperately working on his pronunciation. It had been two days since he last saw her with Karkaroff on his back about the championship and the learning of language and dodging of hellcats. He had little time to track her in the library besides he\'d probably just end up staring at the girl and most likely would creep her out.
Knock Knock.
\'\'здравей\'\' Shortly after Viktor called out in greeting after hearing the knock a sharp pointy looking young man opened the door. Stepping in a few steps He closed the door behind him and sat down in a very hard looking wooden chair in front of Viktor.
\'\'Kak ste why not come out ?\'\' Tolga asked.
\'\'чета\'\' I said sharply wanting to be alone . He glared hard at me for awhile a guess pissed cause I want pay attention to him. Sometimes I swear his like those Sheep always begging for attention He mused to himself. Or maybe he don\'t fly straight. Viktor suddenly snapped his head up with that thought and gave Tolga a death glare who felt it was time to leave getting up he opened the door preparing to walk out. Behind him Viktor let out a relieved sigh He turned around and for a moment looked like he would speak finally with just a shake of his head he marched out slamming the door as he went.
\'\'Hmmph\'\' Viktor grunted so called friend is what Tolga was suppose to be. He knew better then that he had no friends he wasn\'t trained to need friends or lovers because it wasn\'t what was needed to catch that gold ball in the end. He learned this all even before he became a famous quidditch player with that thought he went back to studing.
The Next Afternoon.
Viktor stood silent as his head master paced back and forth in front of him for the millionth time sprouting off about the same things he\'d said over and over again before they even left Durmstrang it was a never ending occurrence with the same lines.
Win.
Best.
Dedication.
Work.
Hardest.
No such things as Can\'t or Won\'t.
Most importantly You must WIN!
It was plain to see all Karkaroff cared about was the glory of the win the riches and fame. The rivers could run dry in Egypt but he wouldn\'t raise an overgrown eyebrow. Hmmmp he was nobodys fool but he didn\'t care he imagined his Angel while Karkaroff continued his tarade in front of him.
Not all treasures are Silver and Gold and he knew that better than anyone. He thought silently.
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