Viktor felt his face flush slightly and he started to make a small face of embarrassment, "Well, yes. I did call you that, didn't I? I don't know for the life of me what I was thinking, but I guess I'm glad I made the mistake?"
His tone was hesitant and then he shook his head, "I'm glad to be here, really Megan," he said, emphasising her name, "And honestly, that fame is fairly fading I'm afraid," he said, stopping slightly at his alliteration. He flashed a bright smile at her, and began to pull out a few things he had in his bag. A jersey with his name came out, as well as gloves that he favored (new in the wrapping). He'd popped round the Quidditch shop and bought the stuff himself, and it had been an exercise in slight embarrassment as the shop keeper had rung up the items, all about Viktor Krum, being purchased by Viktor Krum. He'd left most of this merchandise at the family home.
Out came a little bobble headed doll, a banner, a toy Quidditch player that would wind up and fly about the room, a bag of poppers that exploded into the Bulgarian team colors and a t-shirt, emblazoned with a moving image of Viktor Krum.
He handed her the items one by one, and found himself turning slightly pink.
"If you want me to sign these for you, I will of course," and he settled himself a bit in the chair, letting out a small sigh, "I had no idea there was still so much interest in me and my career. The shop was brimming with items. I hope these are acceptable," and he sat up and leaned forward, and pointed at the gloves, "I really do prefer these. You will have to tell me how they work for you."