Viktor turned his head at the sound, and gave a small smile to the younger man who appeared at his side. And he let his shoulders drop slightly as he realized he was in the presence of an eager fan.
Viktor turned around, now facing the man, and giving him a larger, slightly fake grin, "Yes, you found me out. I am Viktor Krum. Nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand to the fellow.
Viktor wasn't sure how this was going to turn out. The guy could be a crazed fan, and latch on to Viktor the entire time he was here. Viktor hoped he wasn't. And as he continued to smile politely, Viktor tried to work out if he would stay, or just politely leave and avoid the entire fan thing. He thought of his empty, quiet flat and the prospect of returning to that, alone again, made him stubbornly refuse to let a potential exuberant fan drive him off. He steeled himself for the expected conversation, all the while his smile fixed to his face.