"Professor?"
Karkaroff started and turned, one elbow resting on the starboard railing.
"What is it, Tarasova?" he asked, somewhat sharply. She kept her distance.
"Professor, it's almost time for dinner."
"Is it?"
The sun's position confirmed this. Karkaroff frowned, glancing up at Hogwarts.
"Have everyone get ready, then. We'll leave soon."
"Yes, sir."
But she didn't move. Karkaroff glared.
"Professor..."
"What?"
"What are you worried about?"
He froze.
"You've been on deck for two hours, staring at nothing. All year you've been anxious; Viktor says you—"
"Detention on helm tonight, Tarasova," Karkaroff interrupted, scowling. "And don't ask me questions."