"Well, well!"
Karkaroff smiled congenially at the surly young man slouching in the chair across from him.
"Signed by the Vultures – well done! It's about time someone recognized Durmstrang's Quidditch prodigy, I think. You'll start flying with them when?"
"Next season."
"Good, good." Karkaroff smiled wider, exposing even more yellowing teeth. "Well, we can't have you falling behind while you're training – you'll be taking O.W.L.s this term, after all. I've already spoken with your parents, and we've agreed that it would be best if you had extra tutoring with me, to keep up. What do you say?"
Krum grunted noncommittally.