Viktor was the first champion to enter the small room in the castle. Inside Ludo Bagman was talking to a woman he knew as Rita Skeeter. She had tried to interview him after the tournament, but the mediwitch had kicked her out of the tent and after the Death Eaters had pulled their stunt she had never returned.

Her eyes widened when she saw Viktor she excused herself from talking to Ludo and stepped up to Viktor, "Well, hello Mr. Krum, I didn't think I'd see you for a while." Viktor just stared at her so she continued to speak, "Well, do you think I could get a few words for the Daily Prophet?"

Viktor nodded his assent and they walked over to a remote corner of the room. Rita pulled out a piece of parchment and an acid green quill. She set the parchment on a nearby desk, placed the quill in her mouth and sucked on it. A look of complete euphoria spread across her face. She placed the quill on the paper, said something and it began to zoom across the parchment.

She pulled off the parchment that had been written on and turned to Viktor, "So, how do you feel being a champion?"

"Vell, I am ffery happy, and I am to be a little scared. My friend FFlad is sayink that there is to be nothink to be scared of, but he's not to be competink…"

Rita shook her head and stopped him, "I can't understand a single word you are saying." Aggravation showered her face, "my quill didn't even understand that." She pulled off the bit of parchment that had been written on and tossed it to the floor. She packed up her items and left Viktor.

He bent down and picked up what she had thrown to the floor. His eyes roved over the paper:

Viktor Krum may not be the most handsome wizard, but he is one of the greatest Seekers of his time. Krum is also only 18 years old, and will be competing in the Triwizard Tournament as the Champion for his school Durmstang. Krum shows no fear at the impending task, but when he tries to articulate his feelings he comes up short. His English is remedial at best and one will hope that this tournament may improve it…

Viktor shred the paper into many small pieces and tossed them into the fire. He was tempted to run over and beat that Skeeter woman's head into the table. He quickly shook that thought from his head.

He looked down at the fire, how am I ever going to talk to Hermione. She won't understand a word I am saying. The room began to fill yet Viktor noticed none of it, he longed to go back to the ship and talk to Vlad.

Harry entered the room and was soon shunted away by Rita Skeeter. Viktor felt sorry for him, but hoped Harry would fare better than he had. Fifteen minutes later they returned, Harry looked thoroughly confused. Rita moved to a far corner of the room and pulled out her parchment and the quill again.

Dumbledore introduced Mr. Ollivander, an English wand maker who Viktor had heard of. He was supposedly a great wand maker, who had sold Voldemort his wand. Yet Viktor didn't believe that the old man in front of him had known what that wand would be used for.

Ollivander asked each of the champions to step up individually. He called Fleur up first and asked her what core she had. Veela hair, somehow Viktor wasn't surprised. He then tested her wand by making flowers burst from the tip. He then asked Cedric to bring his up, but not before reminiscing about what it was like making it.

Ollivander made Cedric's wand emit silver rings of smoke before calling Viktor up. Viktor slouched up and never felt more aware of his body before in his life. He felt as if everyone was appraising him, and he really didn't like it.

Viktor grudgingly handed his wand over to the old man. The man looked it over and then with a shotgun blast released a few small birds from his wand. He handed Viktor back his wand who took it gratefully. He hated not having his wand on him it was like missing a limb.

Finally he called Harry up and spent nearly ten minutes admiring the wand. He finally sent a small fountain of wine from the tip of it. He handed the wand back to Harry who scurried back to his seat.

They then spent about an hour taking photos, the man working the camera kept complaining about the lighting. Finally after taking individual shots of each champion Viktor was allowed to leave. Karkaroff tried to walk with him but Viktor practically ran out of the castle. He needed to talk to Vlad.


I finished this earlier today, it just sort of came to me and I really enjoy the way Viktor came out. Hey, did you guys notice that both Viktor's and Hermione's wands' cores are Dragon Heartstring. Hmmm...coincidence, I think not. I guess that's all I have to say, except I really want some art for this fic and no one is able to do it. :( Okay, well by y'all.