LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 20 - REPTILIA TRIBULATIONIS

MARCUS FLINT POV - Slytherin Quidditch Captain

"Shove off." Marcus pushed away Bole who was offering baked ham. An uneasy feeling rumbled through his stomach even at the thought of eating something.

"Seems like a pepper-up potion is needed," Bole snickered, placing the plate on the table. Flint only as much as muttered a few incoherent words before directing his attention back to a cup of tea. He was sure that this was his worst hangover since the last time they'd won the quidditch cup.

It was a good party, yesterday. Litres of firewhisky and a girl he only remembered vaguely. Marcus shifted on his seat, directing his eyes on the durmstrang table. Lyova and a few others already sat there, having their breakfast. Lyova herself was busy reading the nightowl. Marcus had done some researches and this obviously was the newspaper published in northern regions such as Norway.

Lyova had left early yesterday together with her new seeker, Horvat. He currently sat next to her. Closer than the others would? Possibly only imagination.

Horvat's face turned into a dark glare as he caught Marcus watching them. He seemed even more protective of Lyova than the other ones taking into account that he pushed Warrington to the ground without as much as asking what he'd done in the first place.

Interesting.

All the other players knew how to hold their feelings back, ignoring his taunts. Horvat seemed not to be able to do that. Marcus had dropped a few comments near him, seeing his reactions. He smirked to himself, thinking about how he could use that to their advantage and distract him from the game because one thing was clear, even if they'd already had their match against each other, he would make sure that Durmstrang wouldn't win anything.

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

"How you're feeling?"

Lyova sat on the chair next to Cedric's bed. His ribs were already healed, but Madam Pomfrey had made it mandatory for him to stay another few days since the injuries within the quidditch teams had dramatically increased this season.

"I'm good," he smiled. "Still a bit disappointed about the match."

Lyova nodded understanding.

"And your seeker?" Cedric asked.

"Not a Krum, but definitely better than a Malfoy," she smirked, getting up. Horvat was good, but he also seemed distracted, which concerned her. His impulsive manner had more than once caused him to get lost in anger, and she hoped that he would control his emotions.

"Transfiguration's now. McGonnagal will scratch practice times when I don't show up." Lyova grabbed her bag.

Cedric sat on his bed. "Lyova." She turned to him. "The next Hogsmeade weekend is in a bit, and I was wondering whether you wanted to join me on a butterbeer?"

Lyova bit her tongue. It was tempting just to agree and not spend a single thought on the outcome. She shook her head, smiling apologizing. "I'm sorry."

Cedric swallowed and nodded, looking at his hands. Lyova waved him goodbye and hurried to the classroom, taking a seat just in time. Professor McGonagall entered the room and tapped her wand onto the table.

"Non-verbal spells," she began, looking through the rows of students. "Vocalised spells is what you've been taught the previous years."

Lyova rummaged in her bag, unpacking quill and parchment to make some notes.

"Concentration and mental discipline are key to a successful casting."

Professor McGonagall pointed her wand at an apple, which began shaking, fur sprouting and little legs growing. It started squeaking as the apple had transformed into a tiny mouse, tapping around on the table.