"Attractive? You are so smart in many ways, yet blind when it comes to yourself. You've always been brilliant and beautiful; I'm just a talented man on a broom." Viktor said, and I remembered how much he hated his nose and his awkward gait. He walked like he was more natural on a broom, and he flew the same way. His fingers gently rested under my chin and lifted my face up to his, and my eyes were wide and needy. My head swam, both from the liquor and from the flurry of thoughts as I took in his features as they came closer to me.