LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 4 - PRACTICE

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

After History of Magic and Herbology, Lyova finally went to her dorm to prepare for their first training session. Opening the trunk with her Quidditch attire, a familiar smell reached her nose—old leather, mud and sweat. It would appear offensive to others, but she loved breathing in the scent of her favourite sport.

A grin spread over her face as she knotted her leathern chest gear before pulling over her quidditch cloak. She threw her broom over her shoulder and made her way through the castle, looking for the right way to the quidditch pitch. She'd already spotted it from her window, but this castle was contorted, and the countless moving stairs didn't work to her advantage.

"Need help?" Lyova looked up, spotting a tall girl with chocolate brown skin talking to her.

"You look for the pitch, aren't ya'?" she asked, motioning at Lyovas broom.

"Was it that obvious then?" Lyova said.

The girl laughed and came closer. "Angelina Johnson, Gryffindor Chaser," she introduced herself, stretching out her hand.

"Lyova Rasmussen, Durmstrang chaser." Lyova took her hand and shook it. The other girl outstood her for a good few inches.

"And captain, right? That's fantastic." Angelina grinned, stepping back.

"Yes, only my second year, though. I'm still growing into that position." Lyova looked over Angelina's shoulder and cursed as she saw the giant clock ticking on. She already was late.

"Would you mind showing me the pitch?" she asked Angelina, who nodded.

"Sure, this way. Wanted to go there anyway. Wood demanded our appearance to watch your team train." Angelina rolled her eyes and started walking in the direction, Lyova had come from.

"Ah yes, met him before," Lyova muttered, following Angelina through the corridors. On the way out, they reached the end of the students queueing to leave the castle. Lyova stepped out of the line to see a familiar student scrabbling their names on parchment before letting them go outside.

"This will take forever," Angelina sighed, glancing at Percy Weasley, thoroughly writing down every student. She shook her head before she faced Lyova, looking at her in interest.

"Are there more female players in Durmstrang?" she asked, blinking.

Lyova thought about it for a moment before she answered. "A few. As far as I know, there are only three more in the other teams."

"Hm, I was already wondering how you were organizing your teams," Angelina hummed, slowly stepping forward as the students one by one left the castle.

"You don't have houses like we, do you? I don't know that much about Durmstrang, to be honest. Only that... you know..." her voice died down as she scrunched her forehead, thinking about her following words.

Lyova turned her head towards Angelina. "Only that what?" she asked, interest peeking.

Angelina stammered, her face tinting a bit darker. "Well, probably only a dumb rumour. I heard that you were taught the dark arts," she drew out, clearing her throat.

"Ah yes," Lyova sighed. She'd wondered when she would be asked about that. Angelina looked at her, waiting for an answer.

"We are taught some things that might not appear in your curriculum," she said, observing the students in front of her walking ahead. She hoped that this would be vague enough. Professor Aakre had warned them not to tell too much about this subject.