LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 25 - TRANSYLVANIAN BARB

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Lyova hurried to get to the breakfast, groaning as her legs protested under the movement. Her muscles always were sore after training, but this time it felt like they were on fire and hurt with even the slightest gesture. Her body was longing for a break, but that was not how things were working. Lyova would never skip a day of training just because her body was hurting a bit. Dragging herself into the great hall, she sank on the bench next to Orlov.

"What do you look like?" Orlov said with a laugh as she grabbed for the coffee.

She had thrown her hair into a lazy ponytail this morning, and she knew she looked tired. She hadn't even tried to do up her tie properly. It just laid undone around her neck.

"Let me do that for you," Orlov said, turning to her. He took her tie and knotted it properly around her neck. "I think you need a day off," he hummed quietly while looking into her eyes.

"Are you trying to insult me, Chris?" Lyova raised an eyebrow at Orlov.

"I am only taking care of you." His head tilted in concern.

"I'll think about it." While still speaking that sentence, she already knew that nothing would stop her from training - even today.

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"Combine your birth charts and see your future," Professor Trelawney peered through the chamber in a humming voice.

Lyova looked at a paper covered with neat writing. The room was dark, and a heavy sweet smell wafted through the seats. She rubbed her eyes. The heavy fumes in the room were making her so tired. She quietly yawned while Professor Trelawney was circling a Gryffindor girl, mentioning something about a bad injury.

A nudge on her shoulder made her look up at Oliver. "Wake up," he said with a slight grin.

Lyova tried to straighten her back and stretched her arms, immediately whining from how sore her body was.

"Sore from yesterday?" he chuckled, watching her move.

"Aren't you?" she whispered back, repositioning herself on the giant pillow.

Professor Trelawney's head turned around, and her frog-like eyes looked in their direction through the thick glasses.

Lyova quickly glared back onto the book and focused on adding her birth month to the star constellation her father was born under, trying to read anything out of it. The only thing that came into her mind was a headache.

"Can I use your broom kit after classes today?" she asked without taking her eyes off of the book.

"Sure," Oliver answered quietly.

Suddenly Professor Trelawney screamed.

"I see it. I seeeeeee it. DARKNESS!"

Lyova jumped from this sudden outburst and looked at the teacher, who deeply inhaled, trembling.

"Don't worry, she does that pretty regularly," Oliver said to Lyova, who still tried to understand what was going on. Noticing that she must have grabbed Oliver's arm out of fear, she quickly put her hand down.

"Grindelwald, this woman's insane," Lyova exhaled quietly, causing him to chuckle a bit.

"You may leave for now. I have to collect my mind," Professor Trelawney said with a weak voice, and the students stood up from the big pillows they were sitting on.

"Meet me in the Gryffindor common room after classes," Oliver told Lyova before he left.

Lyova used the free time before her next lesson to go to the hospital wing and ask Madam Pomfrey for a pepper-up potion. Going through the room and passing the beds, she attempted to find the healer.