Quidditch Pitch

Quidditch Pitch
hogwarts grounds

The Quidditch Pitch is where the Hogwarts quidditch teams can practice, hold tryouts, and play matches against each other. When that's not happening, other students can use the field for recreation purposes (usually just more quidditch). When games aren't happening, the stands are draped in the colors of all four houses with one gray one kept for staff members and quidditch recruiters. During games, the non-gray stands are changed to be one of two house colors, matching the participating teams.

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

Every emotion rushes through the core of her being as her fingers reach out and engulf the golden snitch, feeling the wings flutter against the sides of her hand. When the announcer shouts her name into the windy air of the quidditch pitch, declaring her team's win, she beams with pure joy. No feeling could compare to the one rushing through her veins as she brings her broom around the field, flying past the stands and waving at her friends. Winning is wonderful, and it's no wonder she cares so much to chase that high in all aspects of life. Speaking of, she lifts her other hand off of her broom when she passes Yves in order to blow him a kiss. Her hand resumes its place on the broom in order to bring herself down onto the grassy pitch, jumping down and pulling her broom from the air before Chip brings the teammates together in a fit of cheering. A short moment later, she disappears into the team tent to continue the celebration and remove some of the padding from her uniform. It's tossed into a holdall for the time being, and she otherwise refuses to change. Her hair is a little skewed from the wind, but she doesn't do much to it except flatten the flyaways and fix the ringlets around her face. Actually, she does quite a lot to it, but it wasn't her intention when she caught her reflection in the mirror. Once done, she grins at herself and does a little dance of celebration before slinging her bag over her shoulder, calling to her teammates to tell them she's slipping out. After all, she's expecting a visitor.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Yves attended the match in Ravenclaw colors, of course, to support Katiya. He was watching with some of his teammates from Hufflepuff – they make it a point to watch all the other matches together as if to scope out the competition. They have been teasing him nonstop since he arrived at their regular spots in the stands all decked out in blue and bronze. He has not been quiet about his interest in Katiya (just ask his roommates), so of course it is no surprise to them when she blows him a kiss and he nearly jumps out of his seat in excitement. He is so infatuated at this point that it is ridiculous, and he looks like he is on top of the world as he makes his way towards the entrance to the locker rooms. He sees Chip on the way out and immediately begins to make conversation with him, congratulating him on Ravenclaw's win. Most of the conversation, though, is just Yves going on and on about Katiya and how magnificent she played and Chip is soon put out of his misery when she appears in Yves' line of sight. Right away, he says a quick goodbye to Chip and even bumps into him in his haste to makes his way to her. "Katiya, *ma mie*, you were fantastic!" Yves is being loud, but it's fine, because everyone should hear it even though they have just witnessed her being so skilled. "Joffrey did not stand a chance against you. In fact, *I'm* pretty nervous now for the upcoming Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw match. I'll need more practice."

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

It's difficult to hide the laugh that threatens her sensibilities when she catches how he stumbles past Chip, but she meets him halfway and leaves not much space between them. His shouting brings a delighted yet somewhat embarrassed smile to her face, which is a rare expression for her though how could she not be pleased by his flattery? Her eyes are trained on his, hyper-focused on the genuine excitement illuminating his beautiful features. It melts her face more into an even softer smile. "*Moy sakharok*, you are more than a worthy competitor." Even if he isn't being serious, the last thing she would want is to start whatever this is with her putting him down even if it's to raise herself higher. Yves *has* mastered the necessary flattery to boost her higher and higher with each passing day, and she worries he will start to give her a larger ego than the one she has as is. However, considering that she finds his so charming, she doesn't know why she's so concerned except for perhaps there shouldn't be two of them. Ah, the two of them. "It's a shame that life has sworn to pit us against each other, but the competition is exciting to describe it simply." She smiles at Yves, searching his eyes for a moment longer before glancing across the pitch and then into the stands. A silent sigh appears to come out through her nose before she quietly adds: "We will be on the same team one day." Katiya glances towards him, arching a brow with a slight suggestiveness. "Won't we?"

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Yves feels his insides melt when she refers to him as her *sakharok*, closing his eyes and letting a small smile spread across his face. It is so nice hearing Katiya talk in her accent and also to be referred to by her so affectionately. "I'm sure I will be!" he tells her, sounding quite sure of himself. Similarly, he has no desire to put himself down and is confident that he will be able to hype Katiya up without sacrificing any of his own ego, though it may do him well to be a little less sure of himself. "It'll definitely be such a thrill for everyone else to watch. We'll give them quite the show." Yves turns so the two of them can walk together back to the castle, waving one last time at Chip as the two of them pass him by. "Being on the same team would be *merveilleux*. I look forward to it! We have such a great dynamic between us already." Others may find it insufferable, but to no one's surprise Yves either does not care or has not noticed.

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

A corner of her mouth twists at the thought of giving the Hogwarts students and faculty members a little *show*. She's certain that they have provided them with enough of one so far, considering how open they have been about their courtship of sorts. When they begin their adventure towards the castle, she also waves at her team captain before lowering her hand to her side. "We will. We certainly do now," she muses quietly, leaning in close as if she were some sort of purring cat. Her hand intentionally teases his in an act of relapse into a mean habit, fingers grazing his before her feet slowly wander to create a nice distance between them again. "It would be *zamechatel'nyy*! No other duo could compare to us, *sakharok*." While she has had to force herself to focus on the grassy terrain ahead of them, she lets herself wander towards his features again every so often and that is one of the moments, glancing toward him with a shiny affection in her eyes. "Actually, we should discuss this now before our time of solitude has passed. I have thought about this enough to come to a conclusion that I believe benefits the both of us, and there is no reason to waste time beating around the bush." Since the topic of conversation seems obvious to her, the vagueness doesn't cause much concern. "Do you agree?"

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Yves is visibly distracted by the way her hand brushes his, looking down at the spot where their fingers met before looking up again to see that she has positioned herself away from him. He almost frowns, but stops himself. Yves listens to her carefully and understands what she is implying – how could he not when she is communicating so clearly? He will admit, it's strange that she is going about it so seriously. It almost makes him doubt that this conversation will be about *them*, but all the other signs point in that direction and he has learned by now that this is just how Katiya talks. It is very, very attractive, so it's fine. "I do!" he lets out a soft laugh, endeared by how she is speaking so formally. "As always, you're right." He punctuates this with a small grin. Nobody can *always* be right, but if there had to be someone who was, it would probably be Katiya, he thinks. "This would be a good time to talk about it. I've been wanting to for a while now, too, but I wanted to wait until you were comfortable." That seemed like the correct thing to do, especially with how forward he has been about their relationship thus far. "May I know the conclusion you've come to, then?"

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

He's right, or at least she wants him to be. Katiya is always right, or at least she believes as much. His confirmation of this notion brings a pleased expression to her face, smiling fondly to herself as she basks in the compliment. It distracts her momentarily from the matter at hand, and she's terribly embarrassed when she realizes it has done so. "I understand that this situation between us has not been a particularly... lengthy adventure," she starts, glancing towards him and getting the opportunity to admire him before she has to continue. Even if his Veela abilities cause him to have an extra entrancing glow about him, she has done her research and knows that the affection she has started to develop for him could not possibly be attributed to such measly powers. She smiles at Yves before turning her head and letting out a soft huff instead of a laugh. "I have still decided, Yves, that you have my heart. I don't see a point in waiting longer when there appears to be no chance of my feelings for you changing." Her serious tone worsens under conversations that could be considered anxiety-inducing. Her nervousness is quelled by the verbosity, and so much so that she doesn't seem tense in the slightest nor does she notice any said 'nervousness.' "So, my conclusion is that we should progress our relationship to something more official or concrete." Katiya pauses, turning to catch his reaction. A small smile tugs at her face and butterflies start to flutter in her stomach, full of restrained excitement. "I thought that would be nice!" she adds, voice softer.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

It does not bother Yves that this has not been a 'lengthy' adventure – why should it? He knows his feelings for Katiya and as with most other things, he is confident about them. Then, of course, she says that he has her heart and his own soars as if it is trying to escape his chest to its intended recipient. She already has his heart, though, he is certain of that. "I think that would be fantastic!" he says, taking a step forward. His voice is loud and enthusiastic as opposed to the way her tone grew softer towards the end, and he continues, eyes bright and all lit up as if she has given him the moon. "I think that you've made a very, very smart conclusion..." he says, voice light and teasing. "Which is not surprising, of course, given how intelligent you are. You should know that I feel very confident about what we have and I would love to be something more official with you." Many people have confessed to Yves before, but none have evoked a reaction this thrilling. It's no surprise – Katiya is special, definitely. "I think you are talented and beautiful and witty and charming and all these other wonderful things that I could go on and on about. It's such a miracle to have found all this in one person. I feel very, *very* lucky, *ma mie*." Yves pauses, feeling as if he has gushed enough and based on this very recent development, he will have much more opportunities to compliment her in the future anyway. "May I kiss you?" he asks, "I think that would be nice!" He mimics her tone with a soft laugh. Everything she does is so *Katiya*, he is so enamored.

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

His confirmation of interest rides peacefully through her mind and it shows as she tilts her face down towards the grassy ground and slows her walking til they're standing there together. A soothing smile melts into the rest of her features, staring at him affectionately. No matter how expressive he became, she was calm and subdued. It's the balance between them, and she finds it quite endearing. "I know," she adds quietly, self-assured in her decision and all other matters. His flattery doesn't go unnoticed, but nothing he ever does around her goes unnoticed. Everything Yves does enamors her more, and the very thought of which brings a warmth to her face that tinges it with tints of red. A hand slides along the side of her face, feeling the heat warm her palm. Her heart flutters when he calls her *ma mie* even if she is his bread without the crust. It's just sweet. "I *know* you are just as talented and beautiful and witty and charming- and irresistible and ridiculous. I love ridiculous." Mimicking his over-usage of the word 'and,' her eyes fix onto him with a desire that couldn't be confused with much else. Katiya finds out rather suddenly that everything feels more meaningful when her mouth runs free, and it's much easier to do that with him. "I think that *would* be really nice!" She repeats, also laughing softly as she moves closer. A gentle hand raises towards his face, holding his head in her hand and not moving a centimeter further. "You may," she answers, laughing quietly and refraining from rolling her eyes at herself. She can do that when reliving this moment later.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

To hear all these compliments coming from Katiya specifically is so meaningful to Yves and he hangs onto every word she says so that he may memorize them and keep them in his heart (and recount what happened to everyone and anyone who will listen later). This is a very important moment! It is only fitting that he should cherish it so deeply like this. When she cups his head with her hand, he feels his skin grow warm at her touch before leaning in for their first kiss. As expected, it is fantastic and he feels himself smile before continuing to kiss her for a couple seconds longer and pulling away. "*Really* nice. You're right again." he confirms playfully, "We'll have to do that more often." he tells her, pulling away and touching his forehead to hers. Yves is about to lean in again, but he stops himself. Firstly, there are much more comfortable places in the castle to make out with Katiya. Secondly, (and more importantly, he *guesses*) it is probably better to communicate now about the specifics and get all that out of the way before they proceed. Having mismatched expectations for this will only lead to heartbreak, and Yves does not want that. He moves his head back but retains their closeness, continuing, "When you said that we should progress to something more concrete... What did you have in mind?"

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

Kissing Yves is better than she expected, but she tries to leave her bar low for those untalented kissers. He might even be a terrible kisser, but she doesn't notice because she's too busy melting at the contact between them. When he pulls away, she frowns though a smile swiftly appears in its place once he rests his forehead against hers. "We will. I know the perfect place." Her smile becomes more sly at the thought. The Room of Requirement is, sure, useful for a lot of other things, but she knows now what she will finally start using it for. Yves is the perfect person to share it with, she's decided. When their foreheads separate, her eyes stare down at his with curiosity, but then he starts acting more serious for a moment and her heart beats rapidly in her chest. He's so cute. "We should start dating, which would mean we commit to each other. Therefore, we do not date others and address each other as our partners," she tells him, reverting to her more serious tone from before. It doesn't defeat the romance of it for her personally, and besides the issue *is* serious. Any issues from miscommunication this early on will surely affect the length of their relationship moving forward, and that is the last thing she would want. "Is that what you had in mind?" she questions, voice falling towards its softer state as she avoids trying to pressure him into it. It's sort of a ridiculous thought. Why would she have to pressure him? He's obviously smitten with her. Just the reminder of which brings the hint of a smile back onto her face.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Only Yves would find Katiya's tone *so* romantic, and he melts at the thought that she is taking the prospect of them being together so seriously. "That is exactly what I had in mind." He notices her voice growing soft again, and almost frowns that she is doubting herself even a little. At least, that's what he believes it is indicative of. Instead of trying to reassure her outright, he just goes on and on as if to cement his certainty and make it more apparent to her. "I would love to commit to each other. There isn't anyone else I'd want to date anyway. There hasn't been anyone since we first talked." He chuckles because the idea of still pining after someone else after having met *Katiya* is so laughable to him. "And it would be so great to *finally* address you as my *partner*," Yves says 'finally' as if it hasn't been only a couple of weeks, but he is melodramatic and impatient. (And yet Katiya is interested in him anyway! What a miracle.) "I cannot wait to brag to everyone that I am dating Katiya Sokolova." he says. His roommates will surely be so thrilled to hear about this development. Mort, especially, he thinks! He had asked for an update, after all! "I've been telling all my friends about this crush I've had on you already."

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

Her tone can only be attributed to a sense of security in both herself and the two of them together. Such softness is not earned easily (except from Yves apparently). "It's settled then," she confirms, smiling as she searches his eyes. He's such an absurdly beautiful person, and she finds herself to be terribly lucky that she has the opportunity to be with someone so wonderful. It would be better to vocalize that, but she holds onto it as a cherished thought for now. "I wouldn't want to be with anyone else either. It would be pointless when my feelings for you are so profound..." Her words trail off as she gets a little lost in his eyes. When she notices, her face starts to turn red again and she glances down towards his mouth very briefly to distract herself. A sense of pride wells in her chest when he tells her how he wants to brag about her and she immediately smiles to herself. "Everyone that matters is aware of my feelings for you. Surely they're tired of me by now, but they should know how much you tickle me, *moy sakharok*." It's important he knows how much she tells others about him too considering how endearing she found it that he does the same. With stellar timing, she hears some of the other players drawing close as the two of them stand on the grassy hill all intertwined. A little hoot followed by some audible grumbling is enough for her to lean in and kiss him again, waiting for them to pass before ending the display of affection with a light laugh. "Before Monday, everyone will know that we are together. Isn't that exciting?" Even if she's dating Yves for the fact that he's himself, the idea of getting to brag about the two of them is too enticing to ignore. It's already started, so just imagine how insufferable it will be now. Poor Charms Group 3. Poor Hogwarts.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"I'm surprised my friends haven't gotten tired of me yet, honestly." he remarks, face growing confused for just *one* second as he considers this possibility. Then he remembers how nice Elouan was being after Yves' date with Katiya until he suddenly had to leave, and how Honey had been listening intently even though she had to attend to something urgent on her phone, and how Oscar had fallen asleep in the middle of Yves' story-telling (which meant that he was staying up just to hear about it!)... His friends are so great! Why would they grow tired of him? Yves loves all of them very dearly. When she kisses him again in front of everyone, he is smiling when she pulls away. "Honestly, I'm sure everyone will know by the end of the day." Not to be self-centered, but he's learned that news about his love life tends to travel fast. He remembers when he accepted Alina's invitation to Morp. Somehow it had already reached Edgar before Yves could even mention he was going. "It's big news." he teases.

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

She's aware that Yves tires others out, but she sees no point in telling him as much considering it doesn't bother her and she therefore doesn't understand why others can't just get over themselves. A loving smile appears when his expression grows into one of confusion, finding it quite amusing that he doesn't seem to know. His teasing causes her to huff though, playfully rolling her eyes at him. "I was trying to be generous to those who aren't tuned into the rumor mill, but you're right: it's very big news," she tells him, letting another smile slowly appear before she removes herself from him completely. It's unfortunate, but it's late and cold out. "We should get inside," she explains, bringing her hand down towards his out of compromise and also the desire to still be close to him somehow. Maybe there *is* a feeling that can compete with the thrill of winning— of catching that golden snitch in her palm and showing it off for everyone to see. It occurs to her when she considers how the same hand previously held the little winged ball, and perhaps Yves is also a golden snitch in a metaphorical sense. He's golden and a great flyer; he's an incredibly important aspect of her life now and she just wants to hold him. Katiya laughs at the thought, lighting up rather suddenly. "I should have said something yesterday, then our anniversary could be 10/10," she comments, laughing at that too.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Yves takes her hand, letting his thumb run over the back of her palm for a short bit before fully lacing their fingers together. "We should! You mentioned you know the perfect place? Is this in the castle?" Yves is understandably curious. There are many places in the school for them to get up to certain activities, but he would describe none as *perfect*. They're all *okay* at most, which is more than fine for teenagers most of the time. Anyway, it's not that he is expecting them to get up to anything just yet. He would be more than content just sitting with Katiya somewhere and listening to her talk, which says a *lot* about his feelings for her. Yves is not typically one to take the time to be quiet and listen, but with Katiya the skill comes so naturally. Her voice is so pleasant and the way she phrases things is so captivating – *everything* about her is so captivating! "And it's fine that you waited a day. Now we're an eleven out of ten, see? Very fitting!"

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

His hand fits perfectly in hers, and she warms at the shared touch between them. Her eyes shine with a peaceful sense of excitement, but she otherwise appears content and unfazed. "It's hidden behind one of the portraits. Very few students know how to locate it, so it is the perfect little place (or large place if you would prefer) for our time together," she tells him. Similarly, she is not expecting them to rush towards certain activities either, but it should happen eventually and the Room of Requirement would come in handy for such activities. It's thoughtfulness on her part. Until then, it can be their spot for lounging and kissing and getting to know each other on a more intimate level apart from physicality. While their relationship will be less than *secret*, having this smaller secret to themselves is quite the romantic rendezvous in her opinion. "You will love it," she declares, quite self-assured. Yves seems easily impressed with what she does, which flatters her greatly, but also tells her that he would definitely approve. It's just a matter of getting him there and showing it to him. A small huff of amusement leaves her nose at the comment, but it unravels into a sweet laugh. "It's very fitting, *moy sakharok*." Katiya laughs again, steps absentmindedly running closer to his as she gets caught in her amusement. Yves tickles her so much. It's impressive, and she wonders how anyone else could doubt what they have when she feels so illuminated around him. It seems so *obvious*. "Speaking of rumors, that Gossip Ghoul account on Witchagram is ridiculously stupid. My mother told me there was one when she was at Hogwarts, and it told her she would be better off leaving my father. Isn't that funny?" She begins, shooting a small smile his way. "My point is that they haven't posted yet, but if the account is legitimate and has any intention of ever posting, then perhaps we might spur them into action."

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"It's amazing, then, that you were able to find it. It can be our spot." he says, not missing even the smallest opportunity to compliment her. Someone as great as Katiya deserves to be complimented and often, too. "Oh, I noticed that account followed me the other week! It had no posts, but I saw it was following most of the other students in our year... I didn't know it was continuing a legacy. My mother didn't go to Hogwarts, so I wouldn't have known since she was my only family growing up. She was a veela, so of course she couldn't." Yves remembers the days of trying to keep his heritage a secret, though when he thinks about it now it's ridiculous. It is much easier to talk to people when you are not trying to be secretive. "And maybe we will!" he says, excited for news of their relationship to scatter like that. He is so lucky to be dating Katiya – for everyone to know, that would definitely be a good thing. "I can't imagine anything more interesting than you and I." he says, "And I'm sure the whole student body will agree that we make a perfect match." Yes, they truly do, Yves thinks to himself as he looks up a bit at Katiya, admiring her and how beautiful she looks.

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

Others might find the constant flattery overwhelming, but she enjoys it almost too much, feeling her heart flutter happily inside her chest. It ceases over time especially once he begins discussing his upbringing, subconsciously running her thumb along the side of his as she listens. "My mother has a penchant for storytelling, so the name had wandered into conversation a long time ago. When it followed me, she was the second person that was contacted about the whole issue. Apparently, the old Gossip Ghoul could be quite mean." Sacha had been the first person she messaged because he's easily frightened by mysterious figures. Surely enough, he had been put into a state of terror over a Witchagram account that would likely amount to nothing. What could he even be hiding that's worth being so terrified over? Honestly, she would rather not know about her brother's secret escapades. "My question is whether or not this person is related to the original Gossip Ghoul. *Continuing a legacy* is a wonderful way to put it." He deserves his recognition too. Together the two of them are truly too much for anyone to ever get in the way of, and she can't picture anything more important happening today that could warrant a post on this stupid Witchagram. Her heart melts at his finishing comment. When she feels Yves' eyes on her, she glances down at him and smiles gently. "How could they disagree with such an obvious truth? *Nous sommes un beau couple.*" Her pronunciation is good for someone with little knowledge of the French language, but she has an ear for that sort of thing. Also she didn't practice it this morning for nothing.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

"Hopefully the current Gossip Ghoul won't be as mean, then." he says. The entire thing radiates bad energy, truthfully, and Yves tries to steer clear of that sort of stuff. Such negative situations do nothing but stoke the flames of his temper, and when he is angry, everyone is miserable including himself. He's learned it's better to avoid being in that position entirely. Still, he has to admit that the idea of being put in the spotlight and to have the oh-so spectacular happenings of his life broadcast to his fellow students is appealing to him. Yves is very self-centered like that, but he is too nice and would not stand for Gossip Ghoul being used as a platform to be cruel to others. Hopefully it becomes something uplifting, instead! Yves is quite the optimist, too. He is about to speak more on the subject matter, but then Katiya says something in French and he can almost feel his heart glow a little in response. "Ohhhh, *tu es si parfait, ma mie. J'ai vraiment de la chance d'avoir quelqu'un d'aussi précieux –*  oh!" He is so caught off guard that he forgets he is not speaking in English, and he turns red as he looks at her. "Your French is really good! You'll have to teach me Russian so that I'll be able to compliment you in your language. I'd like to be able to."

Katiya Sokolova

ravenclaw, sixth year
ateleia

His beaming radiates over to her, adding a glow to her demeanor as she suddenly sports a grin on her usually straight face. He's just so cute when he's excited. What's even better is that she caused that excitement, and her heart races just at the acknowledgement of that fact. "What did you say? I might be precious, *moy sakharok*, but my French is not perfect yet," she admits, laughing at herself. His immediate switch into French isn't embarrassing to her, and she's mostly focused on deciphering some of the words as her retraces his words as much as she can. He was a little too fast for her. *Précieux* is obvious, so she made it known she understood it. "Your French is beautiful. It would be *really* nice to hear it more often." She wonders how Yves' accent would translate to Russian, but she loves is accent and would certainly find it charming even if it turns out sounding *off*. Chances are she would understand him anyways. "I would love to teach you Russian or at least orally. Written Russian can be overwhelming, but we might get there someday." A thought occurs to her then, and her eyes widen with amusement. When her face resettles, she turns towards him and continues with an uncommon suggestiveness. "We should teach you Russian cursive. I would truly shower you with a thousand kisses if you learned Russian cursive." Of course, she would do that anyways, but he would get a thousand extra if he ever did.

Yves Chevalier

duckweed, sixth year
paintedred

Katiya truly deserves all the praise that he has to offer, and there is no point in being coy and not being willing to translate. He would be quite frustrated if he were in her position, hearing sweet things that he has no possible way of understanding in the moment. "I said, that you are *perfect*." he says, angling his face up to press another quick kiss to her mouth. "And that I am so, *so* lucky to have someone so precious feel this way about me." He squeezes her hand once as the two of them approach the entrance of the castle. The mention of a thousand kisses makes butterflies begin to flutter around in his stomach, and he smiles contently as he imagines being showered in so much affection. Truly, that would be such a dream. Katiya is too kind to him. "One thousand kisses, *ma mie*?" he repeats, sounding incredibly amused. "That would certainly motivate me to do just about anything." Yves has seen Russian cursive before and has complained over its ridiculousness more than once. Suddenly, he sees its value! Once they reach the entrance of the castle, he kisses her one more time in front of everyone who is there to see. He wants everyone to know, already! He will likely recount this story to all his friends later, but it's good for the news to spread beforehand too so that they're given a heads up. "Now, let's go somewhere we can rest! You deserve it after your big win." he tells her, before continuing to gush about how terrifically she performed as seeker earlier. His hand does not leave hers the entire time.