O, Krum, Krum, wherefore art thou Krum?

askmisterkrum:

ihearall:

askmisterkrum:

He hid his face behind his bear.

“Wh-whatever do you mean, Miss Jackie?”

“Sssh, don’t deny it. Where’s my vodka? I forgot.”

Krum smiled. “It’s in the fridge behind the milk. I told you! Ahmhmhm!”

“Thanks honey~” Jackies skips off to fetch her bottle of russian wonder.