LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 16 - BET

OLIVER WOOD POV - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain

Oliver desperately tried to read something out of the tea leaves on the bottom of his teacup. However, the only thing he could see was Lyova hugging that guy this morning at breakfast.

"Open your inner eye and allow your senses to throw a look into the future." Professor Trelawney hummed in a shattering voice.

He could hear Lyova grumbling beside him, scribbling nonsense into the margins of her book. From the first lesson of the year, it was clear that she wasn't too excited about the divination class. Carefully, Oliver scooted closer, unable to hide his curiosity.

"Who was that boy from breakfast?" he whispered towards her.

"Finally, you're talking to me?" she returned without looking at him.

Oliver knew what she meant. He'd tried to avoid her after the Durmstrangs winning party. Clenching his jaw, he tried to focus on his tea leaves again.

"Certainly not," Lyova answered her own question. "I mean, I also would be concerned if a rival team showed up with a new player," she added, to which Oliver turned to her in surprise. She snorted, and Professor Trelawney sent them a stern look to silence them.

"That's a joke, right?" Oliver said.

"Obviously," Lyova answered.

He sighed, relieved, not being prepared for another player whose abilities he didn't know. Still, she wasn't telling him who exactly this guy was.

"Miss Rasmussen. Would you please tell us what you see in your tea leaves for the class?" Professor Trelawney asked, hovering over her with her scarves and reeking of cooking sherry.

Lyova peered into her cup. "This could be an animal...maybe a lion? And this one is a cross, which..." Lyova looked into her book "...means trials and suffering". She looked at Oliver, who could see a barely visible smirk on her face.

"If I had to guess, this is about the upcoming quidditch game, Professor. The lion symbolizes the Gryffindor team, and the cross means that they're probably going to lose," she said, smirking.

Professor Trelawney seemed satisfied. "Thank you, Miss Rasmussen. Well done."

"You think we're gonna lose?" Oliver asked quietly.

"I think that Ravenclaw has a good chance to win you." Lyova answered, looking down at her book.

"That sounds like another bet then." He didn't know why he said that, but he just wanted to keep talking to her.

"Place your bet," he heard her voice after a few seconds of silence, which made him grin.

"When we win, you'll introduce me to your newest team member," he said.

"Fine. But when Ravenclaw wins, you will never bet with me again." Lyova closed her book.

"Fine." Oliver nodded.

Professor Trelawney dismissed the class, and the students rose from the fluffy pillows they had been sitting on.

"See you later, then," Oliver said to Lyova before leaving the classroom. Pre-game nerves were settling in.

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Team

A few hours later, Lyova and her team headed towards the quidditch pitch. She was excited to see Gryffindor play. Her teammates waved her goodbye and split to sit with their friends in the different houses. Lyova waited in front of the stadium entrance for her brother when she felt a tap on her shoulder.