"Who?" Ron leaned a little closer, not sure he'd heard right. It sounded like she had said - "Vic -"
He nearly choked. "Viktor Krum?" He drew back again, staring down at her. "He wrote to you? What the hell is he writing to you for? What does he want?" His stomach twisted up unpleasantly. He'd probably had too many berries. "How old is he now, anyway?"