Drabble 51: #48 Leprechaun
 

Time was something Viktor had plenty of lately, waiting for the final task to start. The Yule Ball had come and gone and there was nothing left but to wait and see what was in store for him. He was kind of hoping it would be something easy like chase a leprechaun through a maze or something, but whatever it was, Viktor would be ready.

The day came when the four champions found out what they were up against. A giant man made maze. There would be obstacles to get past, and of course the champions themselves. Viktor was perplexed.

*Sorry, this was a tough one to write*

Drabble 52: #67 Quell
 

Viktor stared blankly at the white tomb which held the body of Professor Dumbledore. The way the light reflected off the pure white stone, how the purple fabric swayed in the slight breeze. Everyone around him was mourning the loss of his great man, yet Viktor was angry. Why did something terrible have to happen to a great man like him? Who would do such a horrible thing? He took a great shuddering breath, trying to quell the emotion which threatened to overtake him and sat down, placing his hands on his face, knowing Dumbledore was in a better place.

Drabble 53: #63 Mooch
 

Drabble 54: #97 Dictionary
 

Viktor was sitting alone in the library, wondering what he should be doing, now that his exams were finally over and the only thing left was the final feast before everyone left for the holidays. He noticed a dictionary lying on the table in front of him and picked it up, knowing he must be bored if he was reading something like that. Flipping thorough the pages, he came across a word that made him laugh out loud, only to be kicked out of the library by the hem hem of Madam Pince. Viktor chuckled as he walked out, humming.

Drabble 55: #84 Angry
 

Viktor climbed into the boat angry at his Headmaster for running off like a coward. It was the end of the Triwizard Tournament and they were all heading back to Durmstrang. He scowled as he sat down and looked out the window, taking one last glance at Hogwarts before they began their journey. He was steaming at the ears at Harry, who had the nerve to say He Who Must Not Be Named was back. No one knew for sure if he had come back, but the fact that Cedric was gone was proof enough for him. He shivered uncontrollably.

Drabble 56: #87 Plaid
 

Presents were laying under the Christmas tree, waiting to be ripped open the next morning. Christmas had entered the household of the Krum family and Viktor was excited. Everywhere he turned he saw a winter wonderland. It was a magical time, and Viktor was looking forward to spending time with his family. He went to sleep pondering his gifts.

The next morning brought a sense of excitement to Viktor as he stared at his brightly wrapped present. Tearing it open, he stared, heartbroken as he saw a book,

"101 ways of wearing plaid."

Viktor broke into hysterical gales of laughter.

Drabble 57: #71 Untie
 

Viktor was under the murky water, swimming awkwardly since he had tried to transfigure himself into a shark, but only managing half way. He swam fast, knowing he only had an hour to get the "one thing he would miss most". Slowly he heard singing and knew he was close. He sighed inwardly as he saw Harry Potter already there, trying in vain to untie his captive, which turned out to be Ron. Viktor stopped in front of Hermione, who looked like she was glowing and quickly began to snap at her bonds. Catching her, he swam to the surface.

Drabble 58: #77 Cheerful
 

Viktor was in a weird mood. Some might call it cheerful, but what he was so cheerful about he didn't know. Ever since the second task he had been smiling more, though it could have been because she had said yes when he asked her to his house during the summer. A small smile caressed his face as he sat in his school boat, listening to the others chat about this or that, but all he could think about was Hermione, dripping with water when he asked her, the smile that came to her face when she had said yes…

Drabble 59: #62 Lope
 

Viktor was late. He had slept in after partying the night before, thanks to the huge win he got in Quidditch. He loped around a few straggling students and wound up in front of his professor.

"What's the hurry Viktor?"

"I'm late for class sir, sorry."

"On you way lad." She chuckled as Viktor took off again, weaving through the halls, finally coming up to the classroom door. He stopped to catch his breath, and was about to turn the knob when the professor called,

"Viktor, you do know its Sunday right? There are no classes today."

Viktor scowled, embarrassed.

Drabble 60: #19 Wand
 

His wand was such a wonderful thing; strong wood with a dragon heartstring inside. He stood there waiting as Mr. Ollivander, the Wizard wand maker of Diagon alley looked closely at Cedrics’, eyeing it for any dents or inconsistencies. He seemed pretty pleased though as he handed back Cedrics wand and motioned for Viktor to step forward, eyeing him anxiously. Viktor stepped forward, handing his wand, waiting patiently to get it back and leave. He had other plans which didn’t involve this. He wanted to get back to the boat and plan, plan for something which he knew was coming.

Drabble 61: #55 Egg on
 

Viktor was feeling rambunctious that day as he saw two students about to duel. He felt like egging them on.

“How dare you say that about my father!” one student screamed, tears pouring from her eyes.

“Well then don’t say that about my sister Frieda!” Frieda took out her wand, a look of determination on her face as she glared at her friend.

“Take it back; say my father isn’t a toad like Umbridge!” Viktor just shook his head, turned and walked out, not feeling up to the challenge of stopping them.

He heard a shout, a crash and sighed.

Drabble 62: #73 Warn
 

The corridor was packed with students as Viktor came stomping out of the common room. He had just visited the Slytherins and had to warn Hermione about a prank Draco was planning on playing. He needed to get to the library, but he kept getting bounced around by the nervous looking girls who followed him everywhere. A scowl was on his face as he pushed past. He made it to the library just as it was closing.

“Darn” he muttered as he stomped off. Two hours later, he heard that Hermione was in the Hospital Wing, having her teeth fixed.

Drabble 63: #20 Hogsmead
 

Viktor was heading out of the castle, thinking he'd go to Hogsmead with some students from Hogwarts. He had never been there before; they didn't have anything like that in Bulgaria. His eyes widened as he saw the joke shop. The window was covered in items to make your victims' head blow up, change colors and even talk in limericks. He walked in and looked around, picking up random items off the shelf. Smirking sardonically, he bought a bag full and left thinking 'I'll give Fred and George a run for their money, we'll see who the jokester really is.'

Drabble 64: #85 Snappish
 

It was the morning of the final task and Viktor was in a snappish mood. He wasn't prepared enough, after spending all night thinking about that brown-headed Gryffindor, Hermione. He was thinking he shouldn't have asked her to his place during the summer, yet he felt positive that she'd change her mind.

"Viktor, are you ready?" Karkaroff asked, peering into his room.

"Yes!" Viktor snapped, annoyed. Sighing, he got up, threw on his shoes and headed out to breakfast. One good thing was it would be the last day he would have to sit beside that annoying Malfoy. Viktor smiled.

Drabble 65: #59 Ignore
 

There they were again, those increasingly preposterous girls, hiding behind the tapestry. He sighed as he began to walk to the Great Hall for lunch, trying to ignore the giggles and sighs of the gaggling foursome. He skirted around the corner, hiding in a hollow part of the wall, and caught his breath as the girls walked past giggling still. He sighed as he listened and didn't hear them anymore and continued his journey to the hall, thankful that he was alone. That was until he got to the door and heard behind him,

"There he is girls!"

Viktor ran.

Drabble 66: #83 Fearful
 

Confession of a Quidditch star

I have a confession to make. It is hard for me to say this and you might not believe it seeing as how I'm a famous Quidditch star, but I hate brooms. I'm not fearful of flying, no; it's the fact that they're long, thin pieces of wood which is supposed to support the rider, keeping them from falling. True, I have yet to fall off, but the fear is there. Flying high above the ground is a terrifying thing for one who is being chased by bludgers all day.

So, there you have it, my hidden secret is out.

Drabble 67: #41 Thestrals
 

The book lay on the table, but Viktor wasn't reading it. He was staring off into space, thinking about Quidditch. He had had a terrible practice the night before and was thinking about what he did wrong. Well, flying into the stands, thinking a flash of a camera was the snitch would do it he thought to himself as he got up to prepare for today's' lesson on magical creatures. He walked into the enclosed space and saw 5 Thestrals staring back at him.

"Great." He muttered, reliving his grandparents' death all over again in his mind, Quidditch long forgotten.

Drabble 68: #28 Timeturner
 

He wished he had a time-turner to go back and do it all over again. He loved the way the air went through his hair, how the wind whistled in his ears as he soared through the open spaces, searching for a tiny glint of gold. It was heavenly. If only there was nothing him; no Bludgers whizzing through the air, smashing him at any given opportunity, no other Seekers who tried to get the eternal glory of catching the Snitch. But getting money because he was great at something was pretty great too, even for a kid at 18.

Drabble 69: #60Joke
 

If this was supposed to be a joke, it wasn't funny. On Viktors bed was a bunch of pink, fluffy pillows with the words 'momma boy' on them. Viktor scowled as he picked up the pillows, threw them out the window and sighed. It had been a long day; first he had awoken late for Defense class, then he had spilled grape juice all over his good robes. His Quidditch practice went horribly and he had accidentally called the captain 'mom'. Yes, all in all it had been a tough, hard to forget day. Hopefully the next would be better.

Drabble 70: #66 Pace
 

"I'm home!" Viktor called to his parents' as he walked through the door. He was 11 years old and already showed a magical talent. His mother was hoping he would get into Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry but his father was hoping for Durmstrang Institute of Magic. Today would be the day when he found out. He sat at the table, bouncing anxiously as his parent paced back and forth. Soon an owl came and gave them an envelope. They opened and read,

"Dear Mr. Krum.

Welcome to the Durmstrang Institute. "

His parents were tickled pink with happiness

Drabble 71: #64 Nap
 

Young Viktor Krum was getting exhausted and it was only the afternoon. It had been a busy day for him; being 11 years old wasn't easy, especially since he was going to Durmstrang. He had just finished getting all his school supplies. He hated the uniform; he looked like a disgruntled penguin in them, but had to wear them anyway. He needed a nap badly, but still had to get his wand. Shaking his head when his mother asked if he was ready, he went to his room and lay down. He needed his energy for another round of shopping.

Drabble 72: #22 Kneazle
 

The Gryffindor common room was packed with first and second years', all staring at Viktor as he walked in for a visit. Crookshanks, Hermione's half Kneazle cat clambered up to him, purring. He bent down to pet him when the cat hissed and took off, hiding under a couch.

"Okay…" Viktor muttered under his breath as he sat down, waiting for Hermione to hurry up for their walk around the lake. A blonde haired first year girl came up to Viktor as he waited and ran as soon as Hermione came down, scaring her off. Viktor smiled, relived and they left.

Drabble 73: #58 Hoot
 

The Owlery was the only place where Viktor felt truly relaxed. Something about the gentle hoot of the owls as they slept, the way they didn't ogle him every second was peaceful to him. They didn't care if he missed the Snitch during the big Quidditch game. They only cared about getting the letters and parcels delivered safely. He sat there against the wall as his snowy owl Sarias came flying up to him.

"Hey girl vhat do you have there?" Viktor asked as she nudged him gently. Sarias hooted softy, dropped a letter and flew up, resting her eyes.

Drabble 74: #86 Daring
 

The teacher stared up at Viktor, daring him to say what was on his mind as Viktor glared back. He had just got his homework back and had found a 'T' waiting for him. Viktor rose and said

"I don't deserve this!"

The teacher blinked, shocking Viktor as she began to laugh, her face contorting with each chuckle.

"Viktor, when I asked for an essay on potions, I didn't mean a essay on passions. Mind you, it was interesting."

The class laughed as Viktor tore his homework up and shook his head. As he left, the class shouted,

"Viky Wiky!"

Drabble 75: #37 Animagus
 

Viktor had heard there was an Animagus at Hogwarts, though he didn't know who it was. He sat on a rock near the lake and saw a grey tabby cat trotting down the path. Curious, Viktor got up and hid behind the giant elm tree as the cat stopped looked around cautiously and began to transform. Viktors eyes widened in shock as he saw Professor McGonagall stand where the cat once was wearing a light pink bikini, complete with matching flip flops. Sure that no one saw, she dived into the cool lake.

Viktor hid a chuckle as he left.