The Dumstrang Champion.
Chapter One.
Mila Angelova. What a strange name. Even in Bulgaria people choose the meanings of their children's names, and 'rival, emulating' wasn't exactly what one would give as a named nature for their child. Or is it? Mila came from an extremely competitive wizard family; her mother having been the first woman to successfully lead the Bulgarian Quidditch Team to a huge worldwide victory back in her glory days was called Veronika which meant 'victory bringer'. Mila's mother was dark haired with brown eyes and a golden skin; that was Bulgarian at its best. Her father meanwhile, was the to-be Minister for Magic in Bulgaria, after the old one retired of course. He was called Andrei, meaning 'man, warrior'. He was dark blonde haired with lighter brown eyes than his wife, an intimidating build and a rich golden-almost-toasted skin-colour.
Mila was an only child, she herself was sixteen- nearly seventeen –and attended one of the best schools in the world; Durmstrang. Both of her parents had gone to this school, as well as their ancestors, her blood was as squeaky clean as it could get.
She had inherited from her mother her dark hair, dark eyes and good strength. From Andrei came the skin colour, the wit, the efficiency and of course the huge ego and diamond-hard pride. She was an Angelova after all, and should behave like one.
The other Durmstrang students were in awe of her and her family; they were either terrified of her or respected her deeply- all except for one. His name was Viktor Krum. The youngest seeker to ever play in the Quidditch World cup, he flew swifter than Mila could ever manage, he was handsome; no doubt about it, and had a reputation similar to hers. Apart from their origins they only had two other things in common:
Their competitiveness and their mutual hatred for each other.
At Durmstrang like any other school, there were houses; four to be exact. They were the Atticus House, whose colours were green and black; the Concienne House, which had the red and white colours; the Liberalis, purple and grey, and finally the Terpsychora which was yellow and periwinkle.
Krum was an Atticus and Mila was a Concienne. Mortal enemies.
"Alright, gather round," Headmaster Igor Karkaroff said over the noise of the Dumstrang students. Mila was one of the first to look at him curiously; she was sat on top of a large square table at the far left corner of the huge Main Hall, it was decorated in being the Concienne table, her friends were all sitting around her, talking and listening to each other. "We have decided to once more participate in the TriWizard Tournament. Based on the post months I have chosen the top ten students to participate in name of our school. These are to be the following:
Viktor Krum;" He paused to let the roars of applause ring thoroughly before continuing.
"Aleksandar Chervenkov;"
"Nikolai Bojilov;"
"Sergei Doritsch;"
"Dimitar Lukanev;"
"Ivana Sarac;"
"Violeta Rakovski;"
"Rayna Zukanov;"
"Kalina Michakoff;"
"Mila Angelova." Thunderous applause came after each of them, for they were the top of the top, but none of the other eight matched the responses that Viktor and Mila got. Cheering, screaming, stomping, clapping, all sorts. But Viktor just looked for Mila in the crowd as she did the same for him, when their eyes met there were cold silent words said between them. "May luck be against your favor."
Mila had her things in a bag, charmed to be extended for everything to fit. She was looking out of the window and to the winter wonderland beyond. The exact whereabouts of the school Durmstrang were unknown even to those who attended, but it was rumored that it was somewhere in either Sweden or Norway. It was freezing. Mila was definitely used to the cold by now, but it was still freezing in any language. She sighed before sitting down with one leg under her on her thickly insulated bed. They were to head to Britain the following morning. Their way of transport was what the students usually got on to get to the school; the Durmstrang Ship. It was said that it had had a name earlier in history, but had worn off and no-one could remember it. She was a skeletal ship, the ghost of a former glory.
She was extremely ancient, but Mila loved her for some reason. Maybe it was how it was always so silent and peaceful, or how when they travelled above the water Mila could get up on deck and enjoy the sharp, cold air. Whatever the reason, she just did.
Mila was what one would call a sixth year- or a year twelve. She was in the year under Krum, and was rather bitter about it. No one knew when their rivalry started, or why, but they guessed that it was probably because you could only have one winner. And both, Krum and Mila desperately desired to be that person.
Mila was the only one in sixth year to have been chosen to go to Hogwarts, the rest were all seventh years that were just below her magical standard. She had always been driven to work her hardest and be the best, since she started magical pre-school she had had to be the best. No one else. Apparently it had paid off, since she was going to maybe be the Durmstrang champion and all those kids that she had competed against in her previous years to get to the top were not. Violeta Rakovski was her best friend. Even if she was on the year above her, they were s close as two people could get. Mila didn't need anyone else, she was sure that she and Violeta could take on the world all by themselves if they had to. Though they did have other friends (most who had been chosen) they all knew to lay off the pair; since their bond was unbreakable.
Mila heard nearly silent footsteps enter the room. She only knew a person to be this quiet when they walked. "What do you think?" She asked not even looking up. Mila was definitely excited but was taking in her last day in Dumstrang for quite a while.
"I think that this is great Mila! This is a once in a lifetime chance for us. Who knows? You could even beat Krum." Violeta sat beside her. They were about the same height but looked quite drastically different. Whilst Mila was brown haired, Violeta had dyed her hair to dirty blonde, Mila was golden coloured; Violeta was just about fully black.
Their eyes were what confused everyone; surely their colours should be the other way round? Mila's eyes were brown and Violeta's were bright green.
"I will beat him this time. I swear to God. I will."
