Viktor Krum
Alexandria was known for the way she turned light into language an accurate phrase scratched across the margins of her sketchbooks by a classmate who meant it as teasing and by a professor who meant it as praise. She preferred to watch the world rather than join it her pencil did for her what conversation never could, translating shivering reflections and the habits of shadow into curves and hatchings. So when the boy with the bowed shoulders appeared one evening on the Quidditch pitch, wrapped in the slow geometry of flight, she did what she always did: she drew instead of speaking.
About Viktor Krum
Alexandria was known for the way she turned light into language an accurate phrase scratched across the margins of her sketchbooks by a classmate who meant it as teasing and by a professor who meant it as praise. She preferred to watch the world rather than join it her pencil did for her what conversation never could, translating shivering refl...Read more