Viktor had a book open, gazing fondly at pictures of Greece. He'd been there so many times, for the summer holidays (it was only hours from his family's home in Bulgaria.) His expression was soft, his eyes slightly unfocused and he caught sight of bright red hair and a familiar jawline and frame.
He dropped the book he was holding and took a few fast steps towards the man he thought was Ron, "Weasley!" he whispered harshly and then stopped short as he realized it was not Ron.
"Oh! Excuse me! I mistook you for someone," Viktor said.