Okay, so this chapter's waaaay longer than all the other's, it has POV rather than changing with chapters, and a CLIFF-HANGER! This chapter took forever to perfect, I had a lot of fun with the festival of flight thing. By the way, I use google translate for my Russian, so you can just use that to figure out what it is.(; Chapters are coming along well because I'm writing in my creative writing class! Anyways, I hope you guys like it, chapter 6 should be up around Saturday, maybe Monday at the latest...

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Valentina's POV

We all sat down and didn't talk for awhile, it wasn't awkward, just quiet. I surveyed the boys, eventually the quiet, blonde one fell into is book again and the other two started talking about Quidditch, after listening pleasantly for a few minutes I jumped in, "You know, Quidditch in Russia is highly underrated." They both smirked and the one that I'd thought was cute said, "Russia has Quidditch?" I understood there ignorance, but it did make me frown a bit.

Most people don't know we do, but still, I was slightly angered. They seemed to know a lot about Quidditch, and yet here they were in all their ignorance. I set a glare upon both of them, "Yes." I said bitterly, "We have Quidditch." Both boys noticed my anger and looked slightly cowed. I realized my lips were set in a scowl and my eyebrows furrowed deeply, I introverted for a second; I needed to relax, they'd done nothing wrong. I was just grumpy from lack of sleep, and realized I it wasn't really their fault at all and I just had to keep my emotions under control.

I lightened up the tone after that, excited to talk about my home and Quidditch. "We're just lesser known because we rarely go to the big events like the Quidditch world cup. It's too clean for us." Again, both boys looked taken aback, probably not understanding what I meant. "Quidditch in Russia is different than Quidditch in England, I mean…really different. We do have our own kind of celebration though." They both looked intrigued at that statement.

"Once a year, all the Russian Quidditch teams get together and play a massive tournament. There are usually about forty teams participating in all." Both boys faces registered shock, I smiled and laughed, "That's because all ages can enter as long as you win a qualifying match. My home team went last year, we didn't get very far but it was fun!" Shaggy pondered my statement and then asked, "How does having all the ages work though? It's not fair to put a team of teenagers against a highly skilled professional team." I burst out laughing, "I think you misunderstood, there aren't a lot of…professional teams, as you call them. They're 'too good'. They don't want to play with us," I winked at them, "They're just afraid we'll beat them." They both laughed at that.

"So are the rules different in Russia? How does this tournament work?" Glasses asked, "Honestly?" I replied, "There are usually no referees attending, so the playing can get dirty," I thought back to the tournament again, recalling great times. I had been happy, I could just stay on my broom most of the day, forgetting everything else. I realized Glasses was waiting for me to continue, "What else is different?" I thought, "Well, it's usually hailing, snowing, sleeting, raining, or just plain freezing. It is Russia after all." Shaggy and Glasses both smiled at that. They probably never got to play in such extreme weather, for me that was part of the fun.

Glasses wanted to know about all of it, every detail. while Shaggy seemed content to just listen. "How dirty?" Glasses asked; he'd probably never played a rule-free game of Quidditch. How dirty? I remembered when we went last year; there'd been a lot of hospital visits.

"Once, one of my teammates got knocked off his broom when he was like…fifty feet in the air." I laughed at the memory, "Was he okay?" The cute one asked, "Oh yeah, we have the fields right next to a hospital, and besides, he managed to grab on to someone else's broom." It'd given me a heart attack at the time, but he'd been fine, only minor bruising. "Most of the time people don't get that dirty though." Glasses and the cute one were on the edge of their seats, leaning forward, and eager to hear more.

"When is it? How long does it last? With forty teams…that's a lot of games." The blonde one said. I hadn't noticed but he'd looked up from his book and he also looked quite interested in my story of Russian Quidditch. "It usually starts with teams facing around the same age groups; whoever loses the match goes home." Glasses looked disappointed at that, "So, you lose one game and that's it?" I nodded, "It's only because there are so many teams, once we get to the second or third round though there begin to be a lot of ties, and then you go face another teams until someone loses." Last year, we'd tied with seven teams before losing and going home.

"The playing alone can last for days, not to mention after there's a champion declared! Everyone, participants, fans, losers, we all just get incredibly drunk and sing for hours about…well, no one really remembers the next day, but we sing. Then we do it again. It's called the Фестиваль полета, and it usually last on average about two weeks."

Sirius's POV

This girl was amazing, beautiful, smart, and loved Quidditch. I wanted her, but not in the way I did most girls. I wanted her to be my friend, I wanted her to listen, and be there for me. As she went on about Russian Quidditch, I found that I was only half listening to the words, becoming less, and less wary. What was wrong with me? She was just another girl. I tried to convince myself of that. I tried finding flaws, she had freckles, but they made her eyes brighter. Damn. When she finished her stories, she sat there smiling at us, knees tucked under her chin. I felt like I knew her, like we'd been friends for years. I smiled back at her, and then I realized I didn't know her, I couldn't know her; I didn't even know her name yet.

Admittedly, I was curious to know, so I asked her, "What's your name?" James looked at me, his eyes deeply confused and slightly frustrated. I must have interrupted more Quidditch talk. Oops. "Oh, my name?" She said, she laughed, and blushed slightly, "Sorry, I kind of forgot. I'm Valentina." That was a pretty name, the way she said it was different, probably because of the slight Russian accent. "My friends sometimes call me Val. You can pick whatever." She smiled at me, just me, and then there was a knock at the compartment door. Another girl, very similar in looks to Valentina, but blonde came in, looking breathless and relieved. "Val! Thank goodness I found you, I've been looking everywhere for you. Damn, I thought you'd run off all crazy again."

Valentina stood up, "Isabel, allow me to introduce you to the three other people in the compartment." She said through gritted teeth, her smile completely disappearing. "Don't mind us," James said, "Continue." I elbowed him, he looked at me and whispered "Oh, come on, like you don't want to see a girl fight?" I glared at him, because in all rewality I didn't. Okay, I kind of did, but only a little. Isabel smiled at him and then whipped her head back to focus on Valentina.

"Hey, don't blame me for thinking logically." Valentina looked like she was about to say something else, but Isabel interrupted her and asked, "Now, who are these lovely gentlemen?" Isabel's personality change was massive, but the flush of anger was still there in Valentina, and her eyes still rang with embarrassment. "Um, well…actually, we were just getting there." Isabel sat on the bench opposite Remus, James, and I, and she dragged Valentina down with her, she talked very quickly and with a little bit more of an accent than Valentina. "I'm Isabel." She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder, she seemed to flip her hair a lot. It didn't matter though that she was flirting; my eyes were on Valentina. She now sat in the corner of the seat, shadows on her face, subdued now from Isabel's arrival.

"I'm James Potter, this is Remus Lupin, and Sirius Black, the spaced out one over there." I nodded slightly at my name. I looked at Isabel, and studied for a moment. The difference between Valentina before and now was huge. Were they friends? Maybe they were sisters, that made a little more sense. Either way, she was sitting as far from Isabel as possible. I wanted to see if I could help, "Mind if we switch, the bench is crowded with three guys and you're a hell of a lot smaller than me." She looked over for a minute at Valentina, and then nodded and happily switched seats with me.

As soon as I sat down next to Valentina, I realized this was a terrible idea. I had no idea what to say or do, we were still practically strangers. "Hey," I said, tentatively, "Do you like food?" Oh, dear Gryffindor. Food? Did she like food? I mentally scolded myself. She looked up at me, I could tell she'd been about to cry, but I was obviously interrupting that. "Why? Do you think I'm fat?" Dammit, I had never comforted a girl before, this was awful. I was usually the one making girls cry, so I shot Remus a glance hoping for a hint he moved his arm in a weird way, so I just did the same movement, mirroring him. It seemed to be working until I hit her in the neck. Somebody, take out a wand and say 'avada kedavra' now.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, at this point I knew recovery was impossible, but what the hell, I'd try. "I didn't mean you were fat and I definitely didn't mean to hit you in the neck." She was holding her throat but seemed to be breathing okay and everything. I tried to continue, even through Remus was sending me signals saying shut up. "I was just trying to help you feel better because you seem, I don't know, sad or whatever." She fixed me with a glare and I just shut up, at last. "I'm not 'sad or whatever' as you so eloquently put. I'm fine, perfectly fine." Her eyes were rimmed with red and she looked angry. She didn't look fine at all.

Valentina's POV

He was trying to help, he was trying to help, I just kept chanting that in my head continually. "I'm not 'sad or whatever' as you so eloquently put," I said, sarcastically, mocking his words. Why was I doing this? This isn't me, I could see Isabel watching me out of the corner of her eye, because I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. "I'm fine, perfectly fine." I finally looked straight at Isabel who kept glancing over at me, more and more often. I sat up straighter and summoned my voice, it was harsher than I'd expected. "Isabel, we need to talk. Outside. Now." Isabel could tell I was pissed, so she just nodded, and I realized she was sorry. It didn't matter, I was blinded by anger, seeing red.

I knew this wasn't healthy, I knew I needed to calm down, now. We got out of the compartment and I shut the door, I hissed at her, "Isabel, you can't do that." I didn't have to specify, she knew what I meant, "I know now why you really came here now, you thought I wouldn't go to school, and I would just run off. Right? Well you're wrong, I'm not running off and I'm not going to be unstable again!" I realized at that time I was screaming and tears were running down my face. "Isabel…" I whimpered, she took my hands and uncurled my fists, rubbing the raw little half-moon marks my nails had made. "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. Relax, please, Val; you're scaring me." And like that, I wasn't angry anymore, my resolve to hate Isabel was gone as quickly as it'd come; everything that was angry inside of me snapped. I took a deep shuddering breath in, now I just wanted to burst into tears, Isabel took me and led me back into the compartment of the train, walking slowly, whispering soothing words in Russian into my ear.

I didn't even make it to the seat before I blacked out.