[Mask]
Viktor didn't know whether to feel exasperated or amused that Harry was now part of the envoy that would be sent to Hogwarts.
Harry hadn't even said a word, only joined the rest of the people who had been called out onto the dais where the teachers sat, watching the students over every meal. Headmaster Karkaroff had barely even cast Harry a glance upon noticing that he had joined the small group despite his name not being called out, as well as Harry being under the required age to participate.
Not that Viktor thought Harry would want to participate. Despite Harry's nearly perfect mask, anyone who spent enough time with him would know that he didn't truly like the attention. He could act indifferent to it, but Harry avoided it if possible. Viktor had wondered if that was why Harry was always as stand-offish as he was, as detached with other people as he always portrayed himself to be.
The teachers hadn't uttered a word, nor had there been much of a reaction from the majority of the students either, perhaps a small envious sigh here or there about the fact that they were never going to see Hogwarts, which had been the most exciting part about the entire situation.
Viktor sent a half smile in Harry's direction, and thought he saw those green eyes look amused for a moment before Harry's head dipped in his own greeting, rising again to reveal that perfectly blank mask. That was the mask that prevented anyone from befriending him, stopping in their tracks with disinterest before they could actually get within an arm's length.
But, in the last week, Viktor had seen more to that mask. More than anyone else within Durmstrang, or ever as Viktor would wager, had ever seen, or understood.