[Blood Red]
Harry's blood-red uniform was neatly pressed, and perfectly in place despite the fact that he must have put it on early in the morning. Even Viktor's uniform was crumpled around the elbows and knees by the time lunch rolled around, and his was one of the better-looking uniforms.
"Interesting seeing you out this late at night. I hadn't thought you risked such excursions. It seems I was wrong," Harry said, eying Viktor thoughtfully through the darkness. Harry's eyes were a startling green in the dim light provided by the torches that had sprung to life, by Harry's doing no doubt, for the sudden addition of light had been a gradual increase that Viktor had barely noticed.
Harry's amused quirk of his lips became apparent, even as his eyes remained guarded. There was little reason for Harry to trust any of them, after all. They had done nothing to garner it, and thus they had never received it, not that gaining even a shred of Harry's trust was at all a simple task.
"I don't," Viktor felt the need to elaborate when he noticed the raised eyebrow, "not usually, at least. Today was…"
"It wasn't what you expected, was it?" Harry said, nodding as if he understood. "The Triwizard Tournament: banned decades ago, and yet they wish to re-establish it for no apparent reason. Suspicious, is it not?"
Viktor nodded dumbly. That wasn't the only reason, though. Viktor was expected to participate, or at least put his name in the goblet, because of his fame, and how proud the institute was of him. There was no chance that he would actually win, but Headmaster Karkaroff insisted…
"I suppose I can't let you give Durmstrang a bad name… Third floor, east wing, at noon tomorrow."
A stunned feeling followed Harry's light footsteps.