This drabble also written for HedwigBlack's Minor Character Boot Camp using the prompt 'pressure'
Champion
Viktor Krum wasn't known for much, other than his exceptional Quidditch talent.
He was young, talented, and considered the best Seeker in the world, so, of course, he was going to get a lot of attention for it.
In Bulgaria, and in other countries.
So, when the Quidditch World Cup came about, and Bulgaria found themselves in the final against Ireland, it came as no surprise to him when he found his face in every wizarding paper and magazine that existed.
Viktor Krum: Bulgaria's only hope, some read. Others stated that there were millions of Galleons being bet on him to take the Snitch, or win the final for his country.
Viktor saw it as pressure. Pressure, pressure, pressure.
Pressure for him to do well; for him to take the Snitch. What would happen if he didn't? What if the Irish Seeker beat him to it? Would he be considered the best Seeker then?
No, probably not. If he didn't claim that Snitch, then all the papers would take back what they said, and name him as a failure.
Viktor wasn't just a Quidditch player. He was more than that, and he was going to prove himself to them. And what better way was there, than becoming the Triwizard Champion?
He put his name in that goblet in the hope to prove himself to everyone. He wanted to be known for something other than Quidditch.
So when his name was called out that night, he'd never felt happier.
He was happier than he was playing Quidditch.
I just seemed to have a random desire to write Viktor Krum these past weeks. I'm not sure why :P I hope you liked. Please, don't forget to review :)