LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 34 - ALLIES

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

"Farkas, hurry up," Lyova shouted up the stairs, tapping her feet impatiently. She was already in her dress, surrounded by the Durmstrang boys, wearing their feast robes.

Her beater hastily ran down the stairs and joined the group while buttoning up his shirt.

"Come on, Farkas. You had two hours to get ready," Lyova sighed but raised her hand before he could answer.

"Yes, mom," he uttered, waving off.

"Alright, Professor Dumbledore has a fireplace prepared for us. Let's go!" Lyova hastily explained.

"Breathe for once," Orlov raised a brow. He passed her, leaving the common room through the mirror.

"Why again can't we disapparate?" Viktor asked.

"We wanted to go together, and none of us is good enough at it to transport seven people at once," Silva answered, adjusting his collar. His fingers were littered with crest rings, and even his hair looked tidier than usual.

"Looking forward to seeing your parents?" Lyova asked, catching up with him. He curtly frowned but nodded.

"Has been a while."

"Haven't you been home over summer vacation?"

Silva shook his head. "They were busy. I stayed in Durmstrang."

"Silva, you could have said something," Lyova sighed, nudging him. He smirked.

"Not being rude, but your parents are even worse than mine," he uttered. "You've been home?"

"Yeah, father insisted on...training." Lyova swallowed. Silva raised a brow but didn't bother to ask further.

Looking like they did, the Durmstrangs didn't stay unnoticed by the other students, who started to whisper as they passed through the corridors.

Kazlauskas winked towards Cho, who blushed and shyly waved back. "Too bad we were not allowed to bring somebody," he sighed sadly.

"It's not a goodbye for forever, just until tomorrow," Farkas chuckled, checking whether his tie was knotted correctly.

Lyova went around the corner of the corridor and stopped in front of the fireplace Professor Dumbledore had prepared for them. She straightened her gown and reviewed whether she was ready all over. Her black hair was done in curls, and Angelina had begged her to put on dark eye make-up that underlined her eyes and high cheekbones. Her team ring was the only jewellery she had decided to wear besides her parents' necklace.

She dug into a small bowl, feeling the floo powder between her finger. Pouring it into the fireplace, green flames erupted. Lyova stepped into the fireplace, trying to keep her dress up so that it didn't get dirty.

"Silva mansion," she said loudly. The green flames swirled around her, and Lyova closed her eyes. She hated travelling by floo powder. It made her nauseous.

Seconds later, Lyova stepped out of a fireplace. Immediately, she was surrounded by a crowd of voices and lights. Moments later, Lyova felt a hand on the small of her back. Viktor guided her a bit more in the room.

"Wouldn't have somebody stumble over you," he uttered, straightening his feast robe. Behind them, more and more guests appeared.

"Are you ready for this?" Krum asked, looking into her eyes.

She only nodded, starting to walk through the mansion. The room was filled with wizards and witches, talking and laughing. Old paintings hung on the wall. One of them showed Silva at a young age, standing beside his parents. Little house-elves scurried through the guests, holding trays with drinks and snacks. Violins levitated through the room, playing music.