LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 5 - HOGSMEADE

MARCUS FLINT POV - Slytherin Quidditch Captain

"His look when he got beaten. I wish I had it photographed to replay it," Warrington snickered, crossing his legs.

"Screw it. That was pure luck that she struck the last attempt," Lucian Bole waved off.

Warrington shook his head. "You can't know that. She's a hell of a flyer."

The fire in the Slytherin common room exuded a comfortable warmth as the quidditch team sat on sofas around a small coffee table. Lucian Bole blew onto a cup of tea, while Graham Montague was cursing over ink stains on his potion homework.

"No wonder. Rasmussen has been flying since she was what? - ten?" Bletchley said.

Marcus squinted his eyes. "How come you know that?"

The keeper shrugged. "My family knows her family. My cousin used to tell me about her brother. You know how that goes." Bletchley stretched and sighed, leaning his head back.

"Flint!"

He turned his head. "What do you want, Malfoy?" The third-year came his way, holding a parchment in his hand.

"Have you seen this? It was attached to the bulletin board. The professors are throwing a party for the quidditch teams. It says dress robes are required."

"When?" Marcus asked, grabbing a piece of parchment from him.

"Saturday night," Draco said.

Marcus groaned. This Saturday evening, he'd booked the pitch to train.

"Perfect. I'd like a good party." Bole grinned, sitting upright.

"We returned only yesterday, Bole," Marcus retorted.

"So what. Can't tell me you'd miss an opportunity to get to know your opponents better, captain." Bletchley saluted, grinningly.

FRED WEASLEY POV – Gryffindor Beater

The Gryffindors returned to their tower after practice. After Olivers failed bet with Rasmussen, they'd trained an additional hour before Oliver called it an end and they could shower and change.

Oliver told them he didn't want to talk about the bet. Fred knew he hated losing. He nearly drowned himself in the shower after their loss against Hufflepuff last year. Not one of his most shining hours.

Fred was about to go to his dormitory to put down his broom and quidditch gear when he noticed a new parchment on the bulletin board, popping out from the other notes about magic chess club and herbology tutoring.

QUIDDITCH FEAST

I, Professor Dumbledore, and the rest of the faculty are delighted to invite every Quidditch House Team for a feast this Saturday evening in the Great Hall.

This is an excellent opportunity for the teams to get to know our guests. I expect everybody to make a good impression. Dress ropes only.

Yours sincerely,

Professor Dumbledore

"Wow, this is going to be great! I needed an excuse to buy a new dress anyway. I'm thinking black," Angelina Johnson said to Katie and Alicia, looking over Fred's shoulder. He jumped a little, not having noticed her right behind him.

"You look great in every colour, Angie," he returned, winking at her.

Angelina laughed and joined Katie and Alicia at the table to work on their homework. "We should go to Hogsmeade Saturday morning."