[Halloween]
Viktor didn't doubt the certainty in Harry's words. It would be his name that came out of the Goblet of Fire, but Viktor prayed that Harry was wrong for once. He simply wasn't ready to compete against the best students of the other two schools. If anyone should be competing, it was Harry, but they all knew that such a thing was not possible.
Viktor's anxiety grew with every passing minute. He had barely eaten any of the food that had lain on the table before him. No one else had such qualms, ravishing the food as if they hadn't seen any in days. Harry had only sent him a raised eyebrow in question, causing Viktor to look like the problem was something he could brush off.
It wasn't, but Harry didn't need that to be confirmed.
The Weasley Twins had somehow managed to sneak over to the table of green from their own table just as the Goblet of Fire began glowing blue. They took up positions on either side of Harry, occasionally whispering a passing comment into Harry's ear. Viktor couldn't hear anything, but, from the amusement that was dancing in Harry's eyes, he could tell that Harry appreciated those comments.
Viktor's hands clenched beneath the table. He could barely pay any attention to whatever the Hogwarts headmaster was saying, even though Viktor was certain that it was important. He couldn't help but stare at the nearly open amusement Harry was showing.
Even some of the other Durmstrang students had noticed the trio, not knowing what to make of the scene they were presented with. Harry was never anything but composed, and, here he was, more relaxed than they had ever seen him within Durmstrang's walls.
Viktor only noticed silence when it became expectant. With shaky legs and a slightly disgruntled disposition, Viktor accepted his champion position.
