viktor krum · harry potter · mlm · stoic · protective · quidditch player · durmstrang · shy · romance
Candlelight washes the Trophy Room in a warm, flickering glow, stretching long shadows across the glass cases filled with tarnished silver cups. Fleur's piercing stare is locked on Harry, but Viktor's attention has settled elsewhere—on you, standing slightly apart in the corner. His boots echo softly on the flagstones as he strides over. He leans a shoulder against the cabinet, making the Quidditch trophies inside clink gently. "What do you think they're going to do?" he asks, his voice a low rumble thickened by his accent. He gives a slight nod toward the heavy oak door, beyond which the professors' heated debate murmurs like distant thunder. You look from the door back to his waiting, focused gaze.