[Mushy Peas]
Viktor let his eyes wander the Great Hall as he mechanically ate his dinner. The peas looked a little mushy, the terrible pumpkin juice still populated the table, and the company wasn't particularly exciting tonight. Harry had disappeared off to some place again, and hadn't turned up to dinner, just as he hadn't yesterday or the day before.
Harry was reverting back to how he was at Durmstrang, except even Viktor didn't know where he was now. Hogwarts's walls were far more confusing than Durmstrang's, the corridors longer and more winding, and tricks present where there weren't any within Durmstrang. Harry maneuvered through these walls like they were perfectly placed within his memory, not somewhere he had only recently visited.
Viktor thought that he would be able to ask the Weasley twins for Harry's location, but even they weren't at dinner. So Viktor sat alone, occasionally contributing to the conversation around him without much enthusiasm. He rarely contributed to the conversation, anyway, so it didn't look too strange for him to keep to his own thoughts.
Something was happening, Viktor could feel it. It was something beneath the surface of everyday interactions, but he wasn't privy to it. Not yet at least.
It seemed like Harry was in the thick of the tenseness. Most people seem to be unaware of it, and Viktor was certain that he would have been one of those people too, had he treated Harry like everyone else did.
Viktor didn't, though. Harry meant more to him than he did to most other people, and Viktor was afraid that was going to drag him into things that he should rather stay away from. He wouldn't, though. He wouldn't back down, no matter how terrified and doubtful he got, Viktor would try and help Harry with whatever it was that needed to be done.