A/N: I don't own anything except for the characters I made up.
Hugging the yellow and black scarf tighter to my neck, I watched as the ship rose out of the water. "The Ghostship !" I heard Michael chuckle and I couldn't help but agree with him. It had a strangely skeletal look about it and the dim, misty lights shimmering at its portholes looked like ghostly eyes...
I shuddered, remembering the muggle film 'the Ghostship'. I shook my head, a smile creeping up my lips.
With a great sloshing noise, the ship emerged entirely and I heard people gasp in awe. It began to glide across the bank. "How many ghosts do you reckon there are?" Michael's breath tickled my ear and I gave him a playful shove. "Oh shut up." I chuckled. "We're supposed to welcome these people, not make fun of them!" I tried to glare at him but failed miserably. "
Returning my gaze to the ship I saw that people were disembarking; their silhouettes passing the lights in the ship's portholes. "You see!" I smirked. "No ghosts !" I turned to see Michael looked mock-disappointed. I smirked again. "But don't worry, we can always go visit nearly headless nick or..." I giggled. '...the bloody baron." That did it. He turned white. "No need." He spoke quickly. Yes, he and the Slytherin house ghost had had a couple of,to put it lightly,...unpleasant encounters.
I was just about to tease him some more when...
"Bloody hell Nerwen, That's Viktor Krum !!"
Who ? I quickly whipped my head around to see what he was talking about. Several gasps and shouts told me that Michael wasn't the only one that had noticed this person, whoever he was. "Where ?" I asked, confused. "Whom are you talking about ?" I silently cursed my muggle parentage, I didn't know anything about Wizard celebrities.
"You serious ?" Michael shouted excitedly, still looking at the crowd of Durmstrang students. "You don't know who Krum is ?"
"No, just tell me !" I snapped, starting to get annoyed, still looking around franticly, and trying to see who he was looking at. "Viktor Krum, the infamous Bulgarian seeker !" He grabbed my arm and started to drag me along through the crowd that had started to form.
"Oh my god. I haven't got a quill with me !" A sixth year girl gasped. "Maybe he'll sign with lipstick ?"
Things were starting to get a little bit out of hand. Teachers were shouting to stay in line but to no use. It seemed like everyone wanted an autograph of this Viktor Krum. I squeaked as I was pushed from side to side, Michael's grip on my arm painfully tight. "Where are we going ?" I yelled, although it was obvious. "Getting an autograph of course !" Michael shouted back, confirming my thoughts. I nodded although he couldn't see me and started to use my elbows to push my way through. This better be worth it.