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[Natalia Novak]

Natalia felt nervous, her stomach fluttering slightly as she waited for Brooke to arrive. The older girl had asked her to the dance, which had surprised Natalia greatly. She had felt differently about Brooke recently, something she had mostly tried to ignore. But she had no idea if Brooke felt the same way. Had she asked Natalia out as a date? Or just so she wouldn't be standing by herself on the sidelines once again? Natalia didn't really want this to be a pity thing, but she would take it if it was. She adjusted her skirt slightly as she glanced around, watching people walk past as they entered the Great Hall, she saw a lot of pretty dresses and wondered what sort of thing Brooke would be wearing.

 

[Brooke Townsend]

Brooke was refusing to admit defeat. Her grades might no longer be perfect but she'd decided they were good enough that if she spent the rest of her school career around the right sorts of people it would be enough. And it just so happened that one of those right sorts of people was thankfully someone she could stomach actually spending an evening with.

She'd gathered her composure before heading upstairs but Brooke had to hesitate when she stepped into the Entrance Hall, spotting Natalia and taking a moment to just observe her. Admittedly, she'd only attempted to befriend Natalia originally because of her family, but lately Brooke had found she was one of the few people at the school she could actually relax around. Though she didn't feel remotely relaxed right now, seeing her in that dress.

Shaking her head, Brooke forced herself to continue moving, expression trained into a demure, pleasant one she'd mastered long ago. "Happy Yule, you look lovely," she said brightly, offering Natalia her arm so they could head into the Hall together. It would be great to be seen together, and Brooke found, sudden bought of nerves aside, she was really looking forward to the evening.

 

[Natalia Novak]

If Natalia hadn't been raised as well as she was, her mouth would have dropped open at the sight in front of her. Brooke looked absolutely beautiful tonight, and Natalia wondered what everyone would think about the most beautiful girl at the ball being with her, of all people. She blinked, then smiled quickly at Brooke's words. "You look magnificent." She said softly. She took her arm. "Thank you for asking me." She added with a shy glance her way. "It's an honor."

 

[Brooke Townsend]

Brooke couldn't resist an indulgent smile and a little twirl of her skirt at Natalia's compliment. Things were always easier with Natalia, even if it was clear they were both playing by the rules they'd grown up around, Brooke far preferred it to having to guess what everyone else was thinking all the time.

She couldn't help the less than delicate snort when Natalia said them going together was an honour, holding a hand over her mouth as she tried to regain her composure. "Sorry, sorry. Just caught me off guard. I mean one of us is the prefect here," she said, lowering her hand and offering an arm to Natalia, hoping she sounded more resigned than bitter with the comment. She also didn't mention Natalia's family either, though Brooke had to include that in her own mental tally of who should be more glad to be here right now. "Maybe we can both just be glad to have good company tonight," she offered, just in case Natalia felt like arguing, even good-naturally. Brooke wasn't sure her self-esteem could handle someone trying to talk her up tonight.