The trouble with Viktor was that he was so damn stoic.
"Do you understand?" Karkaroff fumed. "Your actions tonight were a disgrace to your school, your championship, your very blood! Escorting a common Muggleborn to the Yule Ball – I am ashamed at your lack of judgement."
Silence.
"You are above that kind of filth, Viktor."
Silence.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
Silence.
It was almost disheartening. Karkaroff prepared to launch another tirade.
"Headmaster?"
Karkaroff halted. He was speaking. Could it be – at long last – a sign of repentance?
Viktor frowned.
"Please...Stay out of my luff life."