"Viktor? Viktor!"
Viktor groans and sits up. Karkaroff shoves someone out of the way – he doesn't even care who – and tries to ignore everything rising inside himself, rage and disappointment and bitterness. Durmstrang's champion, his champion, has lost.
"What happened?" he snarls. "Why did you send up sparks?"
"Sparks?" Viktor stiffens, looking over his shoulder at the maze's dark edge. "I did not send sparks. Something happened...I remember hearing somevone..."
Karkaroff cries out suddenly, clutching his left forearm.
No.
Oh God, no.
"Professor?"
It can't be. Please...
But he doesn't look. It is.
"Professor Karkaroff? You haff gone vhite..."