LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 7 - PITCH BLOCKINGS

OLIVER WOOD POV - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain

When Oliver woke up, the first rays of the sun had already found their way through the thick curtains of the Gryffindor dorm he shared with Percy. Oliver rubbed his eyes and yawned before turning around and looking over at the four-poster bed to his left.

Percy was still asleep. Usually, it was Percy pestering him to wake up and get ready. Oliver tried to use the opportunity and go to sleep again but ended tossing and turning in his bed until he finally heard Percy's alarm clock go off.

Oliver toiled himself out of bed and changed quickly into a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt. He looked into the mirror, ruffling his hair to tidy it up.

"Hurry up, Perce. We're already late for breakfast."

He turned to see Percy coming out of the bathroom wearing slacks and a maroon knit jumper, pinning his head boy badge to it.

They found their seats at the Gryffindor table, and Percy buried his head into the latest ministry report in the Daily Prophet.

Oliver poured himself a cup of tea, mixing a bit of sugar and milk into it. He took his first sip, his eyes scanning the hall. The great hall was boisterous this morning. Constant chatter filled the air, and from time to time, a few words made it to Oliver's ear.

"Heard, they were a thing..."

"...What a prick."

"...slapped in the face. I couldn't believe it either."

Oliver looked around to find the cause of this topic until he gave up.

"So what did I miss this time?" he sighed, looking at the girls on his table.

"You haven't heard of it yet?" Katie's eyes got wide.

"Your beautiful girlfriend has the devils slap," George grinned, nudging Oliver.

"What?" Oliver asked, buttering a toast.

"Yesterday evening, Warrington tried to hit on Rasmussen. She gave him a quite strong piece of mind," Alicia said, a hint of pride underlining her words.

"Nah," Angelina frowned. "I heard that he went too far with her."

Oliver turned around and spotted Lyova on the Durmstrang table. She was with her team, plates piled with food. They looked like every other day. His gaze wandered towards the Slytherin table where Warrington was drinking his tea.

An unmissable bruise had built on his left cheek. Solid work.

"I hope she's okay," Angelina murmured, looking at Lyova.

"She's lucky Farkas was with her. Bletchley said he prevented worse," Alicia said seriously to Oliver.

He nodded, still watching Lyova. She was about to get up and leave the great hall, some of her teammates strolling along.

"I'll just quickly check on her," he told them, pushing away from the table and hopping over the bench.

"Oh yes?" Percy asked, surprised.

"She's my partner," Oliver muttered quickly, hearing Percy chuckle.

"Rasmussen!" he called after the group when he was close enough. The Durmstrang boys peered over their shoulders but just kept walking.

"Lyova," Oliver called again.

She stopped and turned around.

"Do you have a minute?" He approached the group a bit breathlessly and stopped in front of their captain. The boys watched Lyova as if to ask whether she wanted them to stay or not.