LYOVA RASMUSSEN - A Durmstrang Quidditch Captain.

Chapter 38 - OUR READERS WILL LOVE THAT

LYOVA RASMUSSEN POV - Durmstrang Quidditch Captain

Opening her eyes, it took Lyova some minutes to recognize that it was THE DAY. Their final match would be at noon, so she took her time getting ready. After breakfast, she and Oliver had an interview with a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Lyova wasn't thrilled about it, but Professor McGonagall had insisted. Also, it could help her promote herself for scouts.

She brushed her hair and put it into a high ponytail. Keeping things simple, she put on leggings and a durmstrang quidditch sweater. She went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. No make-up today, even for the interview. It would just get ruined during the match.

Lyova heard her teammates in the common room when she came down the stairs but also identified some other voices. Krum sat on a couch, wearing a pair of jeans and a buttoned-up shirt. He spoke to a man of maybe twenty-five years with dark eyes and curled, mid-length black hair, casually tucked behind his ears.

He looked at Lyova when she was off the last step.

"Ah, Vasily. Let me introduce you to Lyova Rasmussen. My captain," Krum said, thrusting a hand in her direction.

The man gave her a once-over, and both stood.

"Vasily Dimitrov. I'm..."

"Chaser of the Bulgarian national team," Lyova quickly completed his sentence while shaking his hand, nodding. She had already seen him in the newspaper, but he didn't look so gentle then, more brutal. He was one of her favourite players.

"Yes, nice to meet you. Now, I understand why Viktor won't shut up about you," he said with a friendly grin.

Lyova looked at Viktor, who only shrugged.

"Are you also going to be a professional player? We could use some more women power on the team," Vasily asked, raising a brow.

"I don't know. Bulgaria? I was hoping for a spot in the Russian team," Lyova answered with a slight grin.

"I like her." Vasily grinned and motioned towards two other men, who stood in a corner talking to each other.

"Ivan and Pyotr, our beaters. Guys, this is Lyova Rasmussen," he introduced Lyova.

"You're the captain?" Ivan asked in surprise.

"How can you be the torturous captain that makes Krum laugh about our training?"

"I don't think you should underestimate her," Pyotr contradicted, examining her closely.

"Why are you here?" Lyova wondered without answering their questions.

"To see our seeker. We don't have games at the moment, and he invited us," Vasily pointed at Krum. "But, it will be a pleasure seeing you finally play."

Lyova just nodded. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I'm sure we'll see each other after the game." She excused herself and was about to leave through the mirror when the fire lit up with wild green flames.

Some Durmstrang students came through, brushing off ash as they rushed towards Viktor. She was about to leave once more when the flames came again.

"Kasprzak," she greeted Karkaroffs aide. He looked up, a faint smile crossing his face as he noticed her.

"Lyova, how nice to see you. It's a big day," he greeted her with a wide grin.

"Nice to see you too. Where is Headmaster Karkaroff?"

"Brunch with Professor Dumbledore, I think," he answered.

"Ah, good. That's where I'm headed now. Must get some coffee before the big game." She turned away from him, this time getting through the mirror and into the corridor.