[Dark Purple]
Viktor woke, a week later, still feeling like a large, dark purple, bruise, and this was despite the fact that any bruising he had managed to receive during Harry's 'training' had been healed hours after the training by Harry himself. The consecutive aches Viktor had piled upon himself each day hadn't given him a break either.
Harry was a real slave driver.
Glad that Harry had, for some odd reason that had yet to be explained, cancelled the training they were supposed to have today, Viktor was ready for a bit of a lie in. He could go to the Healer and ask her for a note later. Viktor didn't think that he would be able to handle another day of lugging his bag around from class to class, not to mention the fact that he had Duelling later.
"Viktor! You need to get up! Headmaster Karkaroff is going to announce who is going to Hogwarts to represent us today!"
Viktor couldn't bring himself to care about who had just informed him of this, but he groaned as he rolled over, in denial about the fact that he would have to leave his comfortable bed this soon. Harry had known of this already, Viktor realised.
If Harry were the type to cackle, Viktor was sure that he would be at this very moment. Except Harry wasn't the type of person to do that. No, Viktor knew he would only get a blank stare in response with no forthcoming answers.
Forcing himself out of bed with a wince while suppressing the groan that wanted to escape him, Viktor trudged towards the bathroom. Perhaps a quick shower would help with the sore muscles. Or perhaps a not so quick one, now that he could feel muscles he had didn't know he had.