["We haven't heard your name yet, friend."/"I haven't said it."]
"We haven't heard your name yet, friend."
The red-haired twins had approached Harry seemingly out of the blue, and Harry had accepted their strange way of speaking without hesitation. He didn't get lost as Viktor had only moments into that conversation, even though Viktor hadn't needed to even think about forming a reply.
"I haven't said it," Harry replied pleasantly, eyes flickering between the two as if memorising them. "However, I would assume the two of you are the infamous Weasley twins?"
"That really is unfair how you know us, yet we don't know you!"
Viktor silently agreed, but Harry knew everyone, and no one knew him in return. Even Viktor had only barely scratched the surface of Harry. It really wasn't fair, but then nothing was. Viktor knew that better than anyone, and, if he hadn't known it before Durmstrang, he definitely would have been taught it.
"You'll find out soon enough, I'm sure."
And Harry left it at that. Even Viktor didn't know what that meant. Harry wasn't the type to openly reveal himself, so that decision would be forced out of his hand in some way.
It would work to Harry's advantage, Viktor realised. Harry never stepped into situations that weren't to his advantage. Although, Viktor still wasn't too sure how training him would be to Harry's advantage, but he wasn't going to question it.
The twins looked excited at the prospect.
"We were going to turn all your cloaks pink, but I don't think we will now. Tomorrow, maybe."
The twins waved as they slipped through the large, oak doors, behind which laughter and noise emanated.
Viktor wished he could have slipped in with them, but the doors swung open and the first of the Durmstrang envoy entered the Great Hall.
He and Harry were last.