"Look who's moping."
Sergei nudged her, grinning. Peering through the festive tangle of lighted rosebushes, Katerina could just see Headmaster Karkaroff sitting on a bench, winding his goatee around a finger and looking extremely put out.
"He was with the Potions teacher," Sergei continued, still grinning. "Bet he's upset because he wouldn't dance."
"Sergei—!" Katerina hissed warningly.
"Of course, that's the potionmaster's loss. What kind of man refuses a dance with the mother of Viktor Krum?"
A curse blasted the rosebushes apart, bowling Sergei over. Karkaroff was suddenly much too near.
"To the ship! Detention!" he snarled, livid. "Now!"