LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 33 - EVERY FLAVOUR

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV – Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Looking into the box her mother had sent her with a selection of dresses for the upcoming ball, Lyova frowned. The morning after their party, Silva had handed her the letter with the ball's date. Not much later, her mother had sent an owl with all the details - but most importantly, she had lectured her about what to wear and who would attend the ball as well.

Lyova had thought that there would be plenty of time to decide on a dress, so she had placed the box under her bed and not wasted a thought about which one to select, but the days had gone quickly, and the ball would already be tomorrow.

She wasn't happy at all, going there. The only thing that lightened her mood was that she would see her brother for the first time this year.

Lyova pulled a black dress out of the box and hung it on her wardrobe to take a closer look at it. She hated choosing dresses. This whole 'dress-to-impress-thing' was something she'd never understood, but her parents had always paid attention to her appearance. Lyova sighed, annoyed, and headed to dinner.

She was about to take her usual seat at the Durmstrang table when she noticed Angelina at the Gryffindor table and suddenly had an idea.

Without thinking further, she changed her direction and went to the Gryffindor table. The students eyed her, surprised.

"Do you mind?" Lyova asked, pointing at the bench opposite Angelina.

"Sure, sit down," she answered, surprised but polite. Lyova poured herself some pumpkin juice when she felt her eyes on her. She looked up and cleared her throat.

"I wanted to ask you for a favour."

"Fair enough. I owe you one. From the flying lessons," Angelina answered, grinning while she chewed a piece of bread.

"Tomorrow night, I have this fancy party my family is making a big deal about. My mother sent me a few dresses to pick from, but I can't decide. Will you help me choose one?" Lyova muttered.

"Sure, I'm supposed to meet up with Alicia and Katie, but I'm positive they wouldn't mind helping you as well. When I think about it, Katie will get crazy about choosing dresses. Just meet us in the Gryffindor common room after supper and bring your dresses," Angelina proposed.

"Thank you," Lyova exhaled, relieved, happy that she and Angelina got along that well. She liked having at least one other girl to talk to.

They spent the rest of the dinner talking to each other about quidditch when Lyova felt a tug on her arm. She turned around and recognized the little Hufflepuff boy she had helped in the flying lessons. He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Hey David," Lyova greeted him gently, smiling at him.

The boy grinned shyly and presented her a letter before quickly turning around and walking back to the Hufflepuff table.

Angelina looked at Lyova, who seemed to be as surprised as she. Her eyes wandered over the letter. "For you," she said, reaching it over to Angelina.

A frown appeared on Angelina's face as she took and opened it. She quickly read it, while Lyova took another sip of her pumpkin juice. Suddenly, Angelina scrunched the letter in her hand and stood up, rolling up her sleeves. Without further comment, she marched towards the Hufflepuff table.

Lyova sprung up and followed her.

"RICKETT," she shouted, as they arrived. Lyova startled watched how the Hufflepuff keeper turned around and shot Angelina a smirk.

"Johnson," he greeted, propping his chin on his hands. "Liked my letter?"

"You--," she fumed. "You have the audacity to write such a thing. Who do you think you are?"