LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 11 - SABOTAGE

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

"Lyova."

A hand carefully shook her shoulder.

"Rasmussen." The voice said a bit louder than last time. Lyova tried to open her eyes but immediately closed them as the light struck through her lids and right into her brain. Her head began to painfully pound.

"What?" she mumbled, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Do you want to go to breakfast with us?" It was Orlov. He was already dressed and standing in front of her bed.

"No, please. I need to sleep." Lyova groggily said.

"Alright." She heard him sigh and shortly after opening a window. His footsteps became quieter as he left her room, and Lyova turned around and dozed off.

When she woke up again, she still was tired, but at least her headache had faded away. Standing up, she felt the outcome of yesterday's party tearing on her body.

She dressed in some sweatpants and an old oversized quidditch sweatshirt Krum had given her. Tapping through the corridors and towards the great hall, Lyova tried her best to meet no students. When she crossed the portrait of Alban, he angrily scoffed at her, still being upset.

Lyova quickly passed and finally reached the great hall, which was almost empty. Only a few students sat on the tables, having the remaining breakfast and quietly chatting. She didn't know if her ears would have been able to deal with the usually very noisy room yet.

She took her usual seat on the durmstrang table and grabbed a toast. Another student entered the great hall, his tired eyes searching the benches until they fell on Lyova.

Cedric walked through the tables and let himself fall onto the seat opposite Lyova.

"Waken from the dead?" he asked, opening a can to inspect its contents.

"Yes, I am. Not sure about you, though," Lyova grinned at him. Cedric sighed and rubbed his eyes before running his hands through his messy hair. He poured Lyova a coffee before proceeding with himself.

"So what are todays' plans?" he asked, taking a bite from his toast.

Lyova humphed, taking a sip from her coffee. She closed her eyes as the hot liquid ran down her throat, spreading a warm sensation through her body.

"Library, Potions essay for Snape," she stated, opening her eyes again.

"It is Sunday," Cedric retorted, raising a brow.

"10 points for Hufflepuff."

He rolled his eyes. "What I mean is that you shouldn't spend your free day with homework."

"So what're your plans," Lyova asked, pointing her cup at Cedric before drinking again.

"How about a short walk outside? The fresh air will help our heads," he offered, looking towards the windows, sun spilling onto the teachers' table.

"I don't know," Lyova said, tilting her head. "I have this essay due for Professor Snape 'til Wednesday."

Cedric stretched his arms and got up. "So this can wait until tomorrow." He stood up and looked at Lyova expectantly. She hesitated before nodding and getting up.

"There we go," he grinned as they walked towards the great hall doors. Together, they strolled through the corridors, passing other students who were lurking in the hallways, spending their Sunday chatting, reading or some, by causing small explosions in the toilets.