LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 27 - INVITATION

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Lyova leaned back in her seat and shook her head in disbelief. A numb feeling crept into her chest as she watched the Slytherin players landing in the crowd and yelling at each other in happiness. It had been clear from the beginning that they would probably win.

Still, she was startled to see them cheer. They were a serious competition and could be the team to make Durmstrang lose. Wood, next to her, didn't say a word either. His jaw was clenched, and he frowned.

Lyova needed to rethink the whole state of the competition and decided to leave the tribune.

"See you," she muttered towards Wood, who didn't even look at her and just nodded. His eyes were still locked to the pitch, where the Slytherin team celebrated.

Leaving the tribunes, she strolled over the grass towards the castle, thinking about this match's outcome and what that meant for the whole competition. Ravenclaw fell back, and Slytherin was able to win their second game in a row.

Crossing the entrance, Lyova went through the corridors and towards the owlery. She had almost forgotten her promise to Alexej to write to him and keep him up to date. The little Durmstrang owl that all of them used to send letters already waited for her and chirped quietly.

"Hello Vlad," she greeted the black owl, who peeped again. Lyova narrowed her eyes and recognized that he already had a little parchment attached to his feet with Silva's name on it. Fine, she would look for him first and hand him the letter before writing another letter to Alexej.

"Hey Viktor, have you seen Mislav?" Lyova questioned her seeker when she arrived in the common room.

"He left to have a drink with Flint, I think," Krum replied, causing her to frown. Since Flint had been chosen to accompany Silva on their first day in Hogwarts, they had bonded quite well. She wouldn't ultimately define them as friends. Not after everything that had happened. However, just like Lyova, Silva had learned to keep his enemies close not to miss anything.

Sorrowful Ravenclaws went through the corridors and cheering Slytherins didn't miss an opportunity to tell everybody about their victory. The triumph chanting became louder the nearer Lyova came to the Slytherin common room.

Her guts churned, and she clenched her fist around the little piece of parchment when she reached the massive door.

"Pureblood," she muttered, and the door opened, giving a free sight towards the dark room that was decorated in black, green and silver.

Entering the room silently, Lyova tried not to get noticed by anyone. Silva sat next to Flint in front of the fireplace. Both of them had a glass in their hand and were in-depth into a conversation.

Lyova placed a hand on Silva's shoulder, who turned around in surprise and stopped talking to Flint. "Hey Lev, I didn't expect you to be here," he said, a hint of worry on his face. "Is everything okay?"

Lyova nodded shortly and passed him the parchment. The Durmstrang chaser opened it, and his light blue eyes started to move from left to right. She didn't feel the need to stay any longer and turned around when she felt a grip on her wrist. Groaning, she closed her eyes.

Flint slowly pulled her back, grinning widely.

"Congratulations, Flint, I am leaving. Now," Lyova said piercingly.

"Come on, Rasmussen. We just won the game. You owe me at least one drink," he raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"I owe you nothing," her voice ran deep while she shot him an evil glare.