Viktor was annoyed. Why in the world would Hermione not love him? He knew very well that she had a hankering for that red-head, puny wimp. Well, it was no matter. He would return to Quidditch, and—
A loud "pop" pierced the quiet room.
"Uh, well, hello Mr. Krum!" his agent apparated into the room.
"Hello, Boris. What is the matter? Why do you look so nervous?"
"Mr. Krum, sir, there's a small problem—"
"Problem?" Viktor narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, hehehehe—"the man laughed weakly. "You see… er, I don't know how to tell you this but…"
"Boris," spoke Viktor with a warning tone.
"You've been kicked off the Quidditch team. Sir."
"WHAT!"
"Sir, please, stay calm," begged Boris. "You must understand…"
"Understand WHAT?" yelled Viktor as he grabbed Boris in a head lock. How could this have happened? Kicked off the Quidditch team?
"Do you—remember—Professor--Karkaroff?" squeaked Boris, gasping for breath.
"Of course," replied Viktor annoyed, shoving Boris to the floor. "What does he have to do with it?"
"Well, they found out that he was a … a… death eater," whispered Boris, slowly backing away towards the hall.
"Of course he was!" exclaimed Viktor. "But what does that have to do with me?"
"Oh-well-it's silly actually," pleaded Boris. "They think that… that… being his student for so many years…that you might be a dark wizard as well."
"WHAT!" that was the last straw. Viktor grabbed Boris by the collar and shook him.
"I'm s-s-sorry!" cried Boris, feet dangling. "Please let me down Mr. Krum sir!"
Viktor dropped him. "I don't believe it!" he ran his hand through his hair, and threw himself on the couch.
"There, there!" said Boris, patting him on the shoulder. "Think about it as a small vacation!"
"Vacation? To do what?" said Viktor, through clenched teeth.
"Umm… was there ever anything you wanted to do that you couldn't?" suggested Boris.
Viktor was silent for a few moments. "Actually, I've always wanted to start a boy band."
"Well, there you go! I can still be your agent!" said Boris, clapping his hands together like a delighted child.
"No, no…" Viktor shook his head. "Not possible."
"But it is! Please try it!" said Boris. I really need the job, he thought to himself.
Viktor turned the idea in his head… "All right."
"Oh wonderful! Do you know what it's going to be named?" Boris patted Viktor on the shoulder with approval.
"No physical contact!" barked Viktor.
"Sorry!" apologized Boris.
"No! It's going to be called 'No Physical Contact'! And you can be in it," said Viktor, feeling a little more generous. "We can tour the country once we get good. Now, I'll be the lead singer, and you can play too! What can you play?"
"Eh…" Boris shrugged. "The accordion."
"That'll do. Get me some parchment. I'm going to write to some of my friends..."