[Anxiety]
They were approaching Hogwarts, Viktor could feel it in the slight decrease of the ship's speed. The small increments of speed reduction was something few others would have noticed, but each decrease in speed only served to heighten Viktor's own apprehension.
Hogwarts didn't feel as welcoming as most people seemed to describe. The sick feeling that grew within his stomach threatened to dislodge what little lunch he had managed to digest. Viktor was going to mess up and embarrass the whole of Durmstrang, despite all the effort Harry had put into training him otherwise. He just knew it!
Not only would he embarrass Durmstrang. Harry would realise just how hopeless he was, and give up on him too. Quidditch was the only place Viktor could ever hope to compete with anyone else in. Viktor only ever had any skill on a broomstick, and here he would have to behave like nothing could touch him because of his fame.
Viktor didn't think he could do it.
"You worry too much."
Viktor sighed, turning around to meet those seemingly blank green eyes. He could pick out the hints of amusement behind that mask easily enough by now. He had been the source of it far too often in the last month.
He hadn't wanted Harry to see him in this state of confusion. Having Harry watch him trip over everything including his own two feet had embarrassed him enough, and now this…
"Do you, honestly, think there's anything much worse than tripping over fresh air?"
Then there was that. Viktor would have winced it that hadn't been brought up so many times already. That had been both the best and worst moment of his life. That was the first time he had heard Harry truly laugh without restriction.
So he didn't mind.