Torya wrinkled her nose a little bit when Jamie told her he’d been out since three in the morning. The weather had been pretty crap, and the dhampiressa being what she was, wasn’t usually bothered by the elements as much as her human counterparts. “That must have sucked bludger balls,” she indicated with a wry smile. “At least it wasn’t a snowstorm though? My coach thought that would be great to do in the middle of January in the Carpathians.”
Either way, it was a crap thing, but it was also the sacrifice they made to do what they did - play Quidditch.
“Thanks,” she told him when she received her glass of juice, letting the taste dance on her tongue a bit while she took a sip. It was cold and delicious, but it didn’t distract Viktoriya from the situation at hand. She was going to get answers one way or another, and she would see what Jamie had to say for himself. This wasn't how he was, he couldn't possibly want any of this attention.
So the moment he asked her if it seemed to be getting worse, she raised an eyebrow at him, and thought that he was pretty darn lucky Anastasia was away thanks to a piano competition she was taking part in. The two of them together would have worked in tandem to knock some sense into this boy's brain. "Of course it's getting worse," she replied, "And you can't tell me that you actually like any of this attention." Even if it meant loading up on more cash from the revenue, what was it really worth it? Viktoriya began to frown when he inquired why it seemed to bother her so much.
"Because I know damn well that's not how you are Jamie," Viktoriya told him candidly, a concern for her friend entering her voice as her expression turned to express that very emotion. "And it makes me worried about you. What if you go in too deep with this whole persona and facade that you can't come back out of it? What then? Sure the money must be decent for making the wallet fat, but there's more important things than that and you and I know it."
"Talk to me. Why are you doing this?"