Maybe if I stare at her for long enough and with such great intensity, she will look up, see me, and maybe even come over. Sure she will, Viktor, sure.
Gosh, she is so pretty. Not like the girls I'm made to appear with as celebrity superstar snitch. Not like the group of giggling girls who stalk me as I go out for a morning run. How many books are on her table now? Is that 6? By the titles of the great slabs of work she is writing a potions essay on Chaudria's Cough Juice. I remember reading about that in fourth year. Or was it third?
Focus, Viktor, focus! You don't have time to have pathetic crushes on girls who you don't have a chance with!
Okay, so the first task is dragons. In a strange way I sort of wish I could reverse time and not know about the first task; I want to learn more about being a wizard! Isn't that the point of these tournaments, to test young wizards to see how they use magic?
Focus, Viktor! Less thought on the problems of their tournament and more on the majestic creatures of the deep: dragons. So it says here that dragons have sensitive eyes and these are their greatest sensory organs. I could use a hue spell, aiming a cloud of purple in front of the face… Blinding hexes are difficult even for powerful wizar-
She's getting up.
She's tucking her chair under.
She's putting her hair behind her ear. I love her hair. The fudge tones, the wavy craziness, the thick locks.
She's grabbing two of her books- lord, she is strong to carry those- and walking over here.
She's glancing up and down the rows of books, scanning the library number coding system for their place.
Her eyes light up as she sees the slot that they shall fill.
She's turning around and walking back.
She's sitting down again.
Idiot! Why didn't you say anything?! You're Viktor Krum! The number one quidditch player in the world and you can't even say hello to a girl who is a year or two or three below you? Girls will run up to you and flash body pa-
She's getting up again.
She's got, what is that, homework diary?
She's coming over. She's walking towards me, head down, blushing slightly…
"Um, hi, can I quickly jot down the title and name of this book you're looking at?" She points to the book on hexes whilst turning a violent shade of magenta. The colour really brings out her freckles…
"Sure, yeah, go ahead". Keep it cool, Viktor, keep it cool…
As she flicks the pages of her homework diary to find today's date, I see 'MUDBLOOD' scrawled across April 16th in black marker pen. She turns a darker shade and rushes to cover up the scribbles to find the desired page quicker.
"You're a muggle-born?" I enquire.
"Um, yeah…" She shuffles a bit as she writes down the author's name, obviously finding this awkward. She looks embarrassed, almost ashamed. "Cheers." She stumbles as she shuts her diary and begins to turn to walk away.
"Wait!" You can do it, Viktor, you can do it, play it cool. "Can you show me how to do- what do muggles call them- Sudoku's?"
Please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes please say yes.
"Sure!" She replies. "We could do it now if you want?"
"That would be great, thank you so much. Um, what's your name?"
"Hermione. Hermione Granger."
"We both know I'm going to have trouble pronouncing that… Nice to meet you Hermione." She giggles at this. God dang I'm too smooth.
"And yours?"
She doesn't know my name. Perfection.
"Viktor. Viktor Krum."
We nod at each other simultaneously in agreement of a small friendship beginning. She sits down and begins to explain that the principle of Sudoku's is that in each square and each row and column numbers cannot be repeated.
I look up at her as she explains writing probable numbers in the corners of squares, and noticing me, she smiles.
We both knew that this wouldn't be a small friendship.