#ranulf support

Style: 4 Choreography: 2 Technique: 4 Total: 10

This was an absolute, colossal, complete and utter mistake and Bernadetta didn’t know why she thought she could ever do this.

It had been a moment of panic that prompted her in asking Hubert to be her panic. She had been (and still was!) incredibly thankful when he said yes and she knew she wouldn’t have to be facing this alone. That didn’t make any of this any easier.

The dance had been incredibly stiff and awkward, even Bernadetta could tell as she did her best to follow along Hubert’s lead. They weren’t horrible at the basics; they both had enough practice between them to be passable at the very least, but that was it. Their entire dance was stiff and basic and Bernadetta wasn’t sure if she felt worse for herself, Hubert for being dragged down with her, or the judges for having to stand there and watch them.

As soon as they finished, Bernadetta wished she could go running off the dance floor and find somewhere to hide before anyone in the school had the misfortune of looking at her again, but they had to wait for their scores.

A ten. Bernadetta groaned. No way they would win...

Waiting for the other team’s results, Bernadetta ducked her way under Hubert’s cape. Too many eyes, too many eyes... “Tell me when it’s over.” She whimpered, covering her face as she waited.

The cold permeated every inch of this lodge, though, not in the literal sense. It was plenty warm here by the fire, but the snow falling outside created a hazy atmosphere.

Eldigan couldn't say how long he'd been watching the flames dance, as sleep drifted in and out. Maybe there was alcohol in the cider after all if his mind swam so. Or maybe this all just reminded him too much of Nordion.