LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 9 - SEASON START

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Lyova was still in bed when somebody knocked on the door of her dormitory.

"Come in," she called, voice raspy from sleep. Orlov opened the door and sighed, seeing her still in bed.

"What are you doing, Lev?" He approached the bed, looking at her. "We need to go to breakfast."

Lyova tried opening her eyes but groaned as they were met by the sun. Sun. It was after sunrise. She started up, her head spinning from left to right.

"How lat--"

"Too late," Orlov interrupted her. "Get up."

Lyova fell back into her cushions and sighed. "I can't. Snape's essay killed me." She raised her hand to silence him. Another person stomped into the room.

"Lyova!" Farkas demanded. "Get up."

"Five Minutes." Lyova pulled up the bedsheets to protect her eyes from the sun.

"Oh, I don't think so!" Farkas warned as he pulled her bedsheets away and threw her over his shoulder.

Lyova cursed frantically in Russian, pounding on his back. "Stop it, Wojtek. I promise you. You'll regret this."

"What? I can't hear you," her beater laughed as he entered the bathroom.

"Wojtek Farkas. You will never see the sun again if you don't put me down immediately." She tried to grab onto the door frame, but he simply pulled her away.

"If you say so." Farkas lifted her from his shoulders and placed her beneath the shower.

Lyova tried to protest, but he'd already turned the water on. The cold water hit her like the tail of an Ukranian Ironbelly, making her yelp. Lyova never saw anybody run away as fast as her beaters did in this very second.

Fifteen minutes later, Lyova went down to the common room. Her teammates were already waiting for her, sitting on the couches around the fireplace.

A grin grew on Orlov's face as he saw her enter.

"Don't think I will forget this, Farkas," Lyova uttered as they left to go to breakfast.

"Come on," Farkas said, still laughing, "You love me. You would never hurt me."

"You better hope you're right," Lyova countered as they entered the Great Hall. Glancing across the room, she saw Cedric sitting at the Hufflepuff table. He waved as he saw her, and she excused herself to her teammates before coming over to him.

"Morning," Cedric said, smiling as she reached his table. He tapped the bench beside him, and she sat down, reaching for the coffee to fill the empty mug in front of her.

"Sugar or Milk?" Cedric asked.

Lyova shook her head. "I like my coffee black."

"I could have guessed that," he said, pouring himself some tea.

"How are you feeling?" Lyova questioned, taking a tentative sip.

Lyova saw the muscle in his jaw tighten. "I'm okay. I think if we stick to what we practised, we'll have a good chance."

She liked that he was humble. Lyova had seen tons of quidditch players drooling over their abilities one second before crying over their loss the next. One had to be realistic, and the truth was that Ravenclaw was a solid team.

"Diggory, found yourself a new girlfriend?" Somebody behind them sneered. Lyova turned around to see the pinched, ugly face of Marcus Flint at the Slytherin table.