[Creepy]
Viktor would never be able to deny the fact that watching Harry run circles around him with his magic with an utterly bored expression on his face, was a blow to his already diminished ego. The fact that he would have his feet swept out from under him hadn't been too much of a surprise, the surprise had come when Harry had barely even said a word, looking as if nothing had happened.
Anyone would expect someone to become worse at duelling if they didn't duel for some time, and if Viktor remembered correctly, the last duel Harry had partaken in had been over a year and a half ago, and Harry hadn't been nearly this good then. Unless he had been putting on a show of being tired, which Viktor thought was highly unlikely.
Harry didn't show off, but neither did he downplay his skills for the sake of others.
"One would think, seeing how graceful you are in the sky, that you would have even a fraction of that grace on your two feet," Harry said calmly, after what felt like the hundredth time Viktor had tripped over something while dodging an oncoming spell that ended up hitting him anyway.
Viktor just groaned as he rolled onto his back. He had been told that several times, but hearing it from Harry just made it sound infinitely worse. Viktor had never thought that the East Wing would be as full as it felt at that moment. It had always been that half-abandoned area of Durmstrang that was reminiscent of the days when Durmstrang was just a little fuller.
Now it felt like it was riddled with obstacles that were determined to trip him every time they could. Even though this room had probably been a duelling room in the past, and Viktor had a sinking feeling that Harry had put all of this here.
"Why are you only training me? We don't know if I'm actually going to be chosen yet! You could be wasting your time!" Viktor said, words still coming out with the occasional huff of breath that Viktor had not yet caught. That had been the one question that Viktor had been asking himself again and again ever since Harry had left him in that deserted corridor last night, or perhaps this morning would be more accurate.
"I know that you will be chosen," Harry stated as if it were common knowledge, "and also that you will be an embarrassment without any training. Now, up! Again! You should have noticed that fallen cabinet by the number of times you've tripped over it already!"
That was the other creepy thing about Harry: he knew things no one else did, or should. If Harry said something would happen, it would happen in some way or the other. The hows or the whys hadn't mattered after the first time that Harry had made a passing comment about the demise of the Transfiguration professor that had insulted Harry in the first week.
Some thought it was a curse that Harry cast on the person he spoke about. Viktor wasn't one of them.