The sunlight gently sifted through the small porthole into the small cabin. The light fell directly onto Viktor's face. He fought waking for about a half-hour, but soon gave in and opened his eyes. Viktor had spent the rest of the day practicing what he would say when he finally introduced himself. He awoke the next morning with a severe ache in the pit of his stomach.
He dressed quickly and went down to the small common room inside of the ship. He opened his Transfiguration book and finished his essay. He then proceeded to work on his Dark Arts paper. He was so immersed in his work that he hardly noticed that the room quickly filled with students.
Karkaroff taped him on the shoulder causing him to jump slightly. "Viktor, this boy here," Karkaroff gestured to a small, mousy boy with blonde hair, "has been sent to take you up to the castle. I believe they are doing an interview for the Prophet as well as some business for the tournament."
Viktor stood up and lifted his books, "I will put these in my room and be right out."
"Nonsense, Viktor," Karkaroff took the books from Viktor's hands, "you go." Karkaroff then shoved the books into Katerina's arms, "Marovich, take these to Viktor's room.:
Katerina looked over at Viktor and rolled her eyes, he mouthed 'Sorry.' Karkaroff turned back to Viktor, "You go ahead, I'll be up shortly."
Viktor slouched out of the room and the boy scurried after him, "So, M-Mr. Krum it must be really a-amazing to b-be a champion." Viktor grunted. "C-Could you please give me your autograph?" the boy's eyes were wide and he looked both nervous and hopeful.
Viktor stopped dead in his tracks and looked down at the boy, who cowered under his gaze. "Vhat is your name?"
Relief flooded the boy's features as he pulled out a clipping from the Prophet with Viktor picture on it and a quill. Viktor took both items from the boy, "My name's Colin, Colin Creevey, but could you make it out to Dennis and Colin. Dennis is my brother."
Viktor nodded and scratched his name onto the paper. He handed the items back to Colin who smiled and jammed them back into his robe pockets. "Thanks Mr. Krum."
"Call me Viktor," the boy's eyes lit up and he nodded. Viktor stopped again before they entered the castle, "Vho is the people that is spending much time vith Harry Potter?" Viktor wasn't sure why he was asking Colin these questions, but curiosity had consumed him.
"Oh, well the girl is Hermione Granger, she's really smart, and she's the top of her class. I think that she might be the top student in the school. The boy, his name is Ron Weasley, I don't know a lot about him, all I know is that he spends a lot of time with Harry. Oh and that he has a bunch of brothers and sister, Ginny," Colin spoke so fast that Viktor barely understood what he was saying.
"So this Hermy-own is she with Veasley?" Please say no, please say no! Viktor thought frantically.
"No," Colin stated, "well, I don't think so. I think that she and Harry might be dating or will be their really good friends."
Viktor shut his eyes and felt that heavy pit in his stomach again. He wasn't sure, a tiny voice in his head comforted. He could be wrong. I hope he's wrong.
