LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain
The days had gone by, and the student's excitement grew to see the next game between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. To Lyovas surprise, Flint had adhered to the agreement they made and hadn't shown up to a single Durmstrang training session. Still, the Slytherins acted like complete idiots, throwing nasty comments and mocking them, but that didn't bother Lyova at all.
It was Saturday, the day before the next game. The weather had brightened up even more, and it became warmer every day.
Her teammates had convinced Lyova to shift the training and instead spend some time at the lake. She had thought about it for a while, not being too thrilled giving in to her teammates, but they had worked immensely hard, so she decided that they deserved a little break. It seemed they were not the only students enjoying the beautiful weather, which meant that the lake was crowded with Hogwarts students.
Lyova and some of her teammates were seated under the shadow of a big tree. Kazlauskas excused himself and went away to meet Cho, and Lyova laid down, closing her eyes while enjoying the rays of sun on her pale skin.
Her head was resting on Silvas lap, who sat leaning against the tree, reading a book. "Time to refresh ourselves a bit," Farkas proposed, gazing at the students that were swimming in the black lake. "Who's in?"
The other boys agreed, but Lyova shook her head. "Go without me," she stated and got off of Silva.
"You're sure?" Krum looked at her, pleading.
"Sure," she laid down again and closed her eyes, hearing the other players going away and relaxed again. The Pepper-Up potion from Davies had worked wonders, but her body had still been longing for a break. That was also another reason why she had agreed to shift the training. Lyova was about to doze off when she heard two familiar voices right next to her.
"Wasting this precious day with sleeping, aren't we?"
Opening her eyes, she saw Fred and George bending over her. Lyova groaned and covered her face with her hand, inhaling annoyed.
"Time to have some fun. What do you think, George?" Fred asked his brother mischievously.
"That's exactly what I thought," George answered, and before Lyova could react, she felt a pull on her feet. She opened her eyes and tried to wiggle away from Fred's grip.
"What the hell, Weasley! Put me down now!" Lyova shouted at him angrily, but he only chuckled.
"A little help would be nice," he said to George.
"Aye, sir." George grabbed under her shoulders and lifted her so that both twins were carrying Lyova away.
"You need to learn how to have fun. Like normal people," Fred smirked at her, walking backwards with her ankles in hand.
Lyova tried to figure out what was going to happen when she suddenly heard Farkas laugh. Her eyes widened, and she tried to loosen their grip as she realized that the twins were carrying her to the water.
"Forgive us, darling," George sighed before he and Fred threw her into the water. Lyova screamed as her body touched the cold water. Coming back to the water surface, she tried to spot the twins. They were standing beside her teammates at the shore, who were laughing loudly at her sight. Farkas and Fred high-fived while she slowly made her way to them, her clothes dripping.
Approaching the shore, she pulled her shoes off. "Whose idea was that?" she growled suspiciously, looking at her teammates.
"I'm afraid we don't know what you mean. But as you are already wet, you could swim with us," Farkas grinned innocently.
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LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.
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