LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 14 - FIGHT

OLIVER WOOD POV - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain

October was almost over, with cold winds and freezing rain.

Oliver hadn't spoken much with Lyova since the party. When he'd been standing behind her, he had recognized the citrus smell he had detected in the Amortentia Potion. That must be a mistake - a coincidence that she smelled like the one he was supposed to like.

Oliver turned his quill in his hand and tried to listen to Professor McGonagall going over the theory of turning a parrot in a singing teapot.

"And please remember to sign in the list in the respective common rooms if you want to stay over the Christmas vacation."

Oliver stopped doodling the PUDDLEMERE UNITED sign and looked up as the students began to pack up their quills and books to leave the classroom. He stood up and went to the common room alongside Percy.

"You're going to stay over vacation?" he asked.

"Yeah, we must keep train. More than a week without routine would set us back by weeks," Oliver waved off.

"So all of you will stay?" Percy's eyes warningly lingered on a second-year who'd opted to raise his wand against another student.

"Fred and George didn't mention it?" Oliver asked, surprised.

Percy shook his head as they stepped through the common room door. The Weasley twins hadn't been too sad when Oliver had announced that they would stay. Since the beginning of the school year, Mrs Weasley had sent at least four howlers; each was more threatening than the last. The twins had recently spent a lot of time on inventions like dung bombs and Fanged Frisbees—more than once, they had missed the training because of the uncountable detention their jokes and pranks had brought them.

Oliver made his way to the blackboard and squinted his eyes to find McGonnagals list.

"Over here," Angelina said, waving him over. Oliver turned around and saw her sitting on one of the fluffy couches, a parchment in front of her. He strolled over and took the seat next to her, glancing onto the parchment. Her quill was levitating over the list, waiting for her to dictate.

"At times, you need to tell me how you hex your quills," he murmured.

"Well, who we got?" Angelina furrowed her eyebrows.

"Harry Potter," Oliver began to enumerate, "Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, you, Fred and George Weasley--"

"Alright," Angelina said, waiting for her quill to write it down. "And Oliver Wood." The quill hurried over the page, leaving ink stains now and then.

Oliver nodded satisfied and leaned back on his sofa, curtly closing his eyes. He heard Angelina shuffle in her position.

"Ah, I see. McGonnagal charmed the list to see who else from the other houses stays as soon as they sign in."

Oliver opened his eyes again and looked at her questioningly. She picked up the parchment and let her eyes wander over the names. "A few really have bad handwriting," she murmured. "Silwq...Si...That could be as well a b."

"Silva?" Oliver proposed.

"Ah yes, that could be," Angelina nodded. "Krum, Lazarev, Preece, Rickett...That almost sound like all other teams are going to stay," she murmured, reading along. "Look! Diggory, Davis, Flint, Rasmussen. All captains are here."

She placed the parchment back on the table and looked up, meeting Oliver's eyes. He sat up stretched his back, thinking. Usually, only a handful of students stayed at Hogwarts over the holidays, but this year's list was packed.