[Black]
The sea of black robes parted like and ocean to make way for the wave of red. Durmstrang arrived together, just as they sat and left together. They had neither friends, nor enemies within the walls of Hogwarts, and wished to keep it so. They were each other's allies, no matter what their position within the walls of Durmstrang, and that would be all they needed.
Headmaster Karkaroff lead the delegation, with Harry only half a step behind him. Both their gates were unhurried, allowing ample time for silence to grow and for the stares to take in everything about them.
Viktor could feel the cold sweat that ran down his back as he silently urged Harry to walk faster. Headmaster Karkaroff would undoubtedly follow Harry's lead. Viktor absolutely hated being put on show like this, even though Harry was being gawked at rather than him. It was uncomfortable, and his hands were threatening to fidget with every moment that passed.
Headmaster Karkaroff and Harry finally reached the boundary of the Age Line, stopping just before. Viktor wasn't sure whether this was because Harry wouldn't be able to cross it, or that Harry didn't want to test Albus Dumbledore's warding. The two split, leaving a space that would allow two students to pass at a time, before turning to face the rest of the Durmstrang students.
Harry was closest to Viktor, allowing him to notice the almost mocking amusement in those eyes. Harry had noticed tenseness then…
Viktor steeled his back, straightening his spine. Harry had obviously expected more from him, and, honestly, Viktor did too. He was acting like the disappointment he was.
With a confidence Viktor didn't have, he threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. The blazing flames glowed blue before settling back to their usual green.