LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 24 - THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Lyova groaned as she lifted herself from bed, changing into the school robe and putting her hair into a ponytail. 'Simply too early', she thought as she brushed her teeth in front of the mirror in her bathroom, examining her face. Merlin, she looked tired. After a brief glare at the clock, she headed to breakfast.

Lyova took her place next to Lazarev, who seemed to have a pretty bad hangover, eating in complete silence. The game yesterday had been on a Sunday, which meant that today would be a regular school day. Grabbing a piece of toast, she laid her head on Lazarev's shoulder while eating slowly.

"What did you want to tell me about the party then?" She addressed Kazlauskas after some time, remembering that he promised the night before to fill her in with all the details. His head flipped up, and he met her eyes, beginning to stammer and blush.

"It w-was a great party."

Lyova raised an eyebrow. "That's it? That is what you wanted to tell me?"

Lazarev chuckled next to her.

"What is it?" Lyova dug deeper.

"Our keeper seems to be very fond of a certain Ravenclaw girl," Lazarev explained with a cheeky grin, which made Kazlauskas blush even more.

"You fancy someone?" Lyova laughed, surprised and wiggled her brows. "Will you tell me her name?"

"Chang," Kazlauskas returned quietly, causing her mouth to drop. Out of every girl that drooled over the Durmstrang players, he had chosen the Ravenclaw seeker.

"We won't play against them again," he cleared his throat, trying to explain as he saw Lyovas' face.

"You're right," Lyova stated before concentrating on her breakfast again. They ate up and made their way to class, with her still thinking about the news.

When Lyova entered the transfiguration classroom, she noticed that Professor McGonagall was already there. Beside her stood an older man with pale skin and silvery eyes. Long white, curled hair reached down to his shoulders.

"Morning," she mumbled as she unpacked her school supplies, taking her seat beside Percy Weasley.

"Good morning Lyova," he answered, his eyes trained to the front where Professor McGonagall stood.

"Good morning, students. I am delighted to introduce you to Mister Ollivander. He will today educate you about wands and will take a look at all your wands to see if they work correctly," the teacher began the lesson.

The man, who must be Ollivander, smiled insignificantly.

"Thank you, Minerva. Well, most of you may know me as you have bought your wands in my shop in Diagon Alley. For those who don't. My name is Garrick Ollivander. My family has been making wands since 382 BC, and my task is to make sure that every young wizard who enters my shop leaves with a wand that matches the wizard perfectly. But as I am used to saying: The wand chooses the wizard." His eyes gazed through the room.

"Every single wand is unique and will depend for its character on the particular tree and magical creature from which it derives its materials. Moreover, each wand, from the moment it finds its ideal owner, will begin to learn from and teach its human partner."

"Now, let's start." He took the wand of a pale, black-haired boy, which Lyova recognized as a Slytherin beater. "Mister Bole. It feels like yesterday when your parents came to my shop to buy their wands. I have to admit that your wand is pretty unusual and completely different from your father's. I think it was an Elm and unicorn hair for him."