LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 30 - OUTBURST

OLIVER WOOD POV - Gryffindor Quidditch Captain

Oliver watched his roommate absentmindedly play with his breakfast. That was unusual for Percy, who typically followed the same daily routine, starting with a cup of black tea and the political section in the daily prophet.

"Are you okay?" Oliver addressed Percy, who looked up at him, his eyes moving restlessly.

"I don't think you want to know," the prefect muttered while bringing his attention to a piece of bread on his plate.

"Well, now I want to know?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by the nervousness of his best friend.

"I met Flint last night past curfew." Percy cleared his throat, still observing his piece of bread.

"That's it? I hope you took points from Slytherin." Oliver grinned but stopped when Percy suddenly glanced up, looking all strained. With a slight shook of his head, he opened his mouth again but closed it immediately.

"Spit it out already," Oliver demanded impatiently.

"He was with Rasmussen," Percy shortly said, wide-eyed.

"What do you mean he was with Rasmussen?"

Oliver grew suspicious, feeling a restless emotion flooding his chest.

"They strolled through the corridors together. I escorted her to her common room. She was hell-drunk."

Oliver's mood dropped within a second. What had she been doing with Flint? Better question: What had Flint been doing with Rasmussen?

"And you didn't tell me earlier? God, Percy. You know what Flint's like."

"It's her choice who to spend her time with," Percy uttered, his face scrunching in distress.

"What? No! This is exactly what Head Boy is supposed to stop. Preventing students from being harmed by filthy Slytherins. For Godric's sake, you had one job." Oliver's voice grew louder while his fingers grabbed the fork in his hand so hard that his knuckles became white.

Percy's face had gone cold. "And what about you?" he asked, upset. "If you had the guts to talk to this girl properly, do you think I would have found them like that? Great job you're doing here. Judging everybody else while you did nothing," he yelled at him.

The whole Gryffindor table had gone silent, watching the prefect's unusual behaviour. Nobody had ever seen Percy shout at another student or be that angry. Narrow-minded and uptight - yes, but never accusing towards fellow students, especially his best friend.

Oliver watched his roommate in shock as his face became redder by the second, matching the colour of his hair. The twins appeared behind him, slowly grabbing his shoulders and gently pushing him down to his seat again. Both looked pale, caused by their older brother's sudden outburst.

Fred sent Oliver a look.

"I'm sorry, Percy," Oliver uttered. He felt his heart growing heavier, realizing that Percy did nothing wrong. He could kick himself.

Percy still looked furious.

The Ravenclaw prefect appeared, sending Percy a questioning look. "Is everything alright over here, Perce? What happened?"

Percy turned around to her so fast that Penelope Clearwater sprung back out of surprise.

"Yeah, Penny, it is all right. Thank you." Oliver could swear that Percy's face reddened, but it was hard to tell from his already flushed face.

"Okay, well, would you like to come to the library with me? I've got some last-minute revisions to make for one of my essays," she asked him quietly, quirking a brow.