"Mama, you've corrupted my bird."
Gala looked up as her youngest son strode into the room. "Viktor, darling, what do you mean?"
"You," Viktor pointed at her, "have turned my owl into a gossip. I know because Mina told me." Gala looked shocked.
"You only realised this now? Boris has been like that for years now." Viktor looked at his mother scandalised, causing her to laugh at him. "Come darling," She held her arms out to her son, "how is your English lady?"
Viktor hugged his mother with a smile on his face. "She is good, she is good. I asked if she could visit and she can so I will plan that. She is staying with a friends' family and her friend spooked Boris and he attacked. She laughed at that but so would I." He flashed his dimples when he smiled this time. "Say hello to you and Papa and that she can't wait so see you both again and wants to meet my brothers. Don't really know why she wants to do that, but she is stubborn."
Gala smiled slowly at her youngest boy as she looked at him talk about Hermione. "That is wonderful to hear my boy. And why shouldn't she meet your brothers? They are both lovely men." The look she received from him suggested that be begged to differ, especially as he was the youngest of the three and was constantly on the receiving end of the torment.
Gala pointedly ignored the look as she leant forward in her seat. "Now Vitya, your inheritance, you have gone through it yes? Have you found your mate? Is it Her-my-own-nee? I would not be opposed to grandbabies you know, your dear mother isn't getting any younger and your brothers have not yet had the mating call." The look on Viktor's face when he heard her name told Gala everything she needed to know but she waited for him to vocalise it, just to make sure. Viktor's face when she brought up little ones wasn't one of disgust either, but one of hopeful anticipation.
Viktor counted her questions in his head and took a breath before he replied. "Yes, yes, yes and really mama? I haven't even claimed her yet and you are already talking about grandchildren?" The goofy smile he had as he said that showed he wouldn't be upset if little ones were crawling around the manor in the coming months.
His mother hummed at him.
"This is most excellent news! When do you plan to have her over? Are you going to tell her she is your mate when she gets here? Do you want your father and I to be there when you tell her?"
Viktor shook his head. "No mama, I don't want you and papa to be there when I tell her, that is something between her and myself and I'm going to give her time before I drop it all on her lap. I want to ensure she doesn't think I just want her here because I am a veela." As Viktor talked he sat in the chair next to his mother fiddling with a piece of fabric.
"Vitya? What is that?" Gala tried to take the fabric wrapped around her son's knuckles but he moved his hand away before she could grasp it.
Viktor cleared his throat nervously before he answered his mother. "It is a ribbon Mina gave me before the third task." He looked at the coloured fabric. "It was from the dress she wore at the Yule Ball." He smiled softly at the fabric before raising his eyes to look at Gala, shrugging as if to say 'it is special to me'.
Gala merely smiled back at her son, shaking her head.
Gala: means "calm"
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