Let's see. Lyra went through her mental check list of activities she'd wanted to try while she was here. She'd met up with Addison and her group, who'd gushed over her dress like she'd expected, her gushing over theirs in return because they all looked so cute and stunning and gorgeous and.. and… simply amazing! One good thing about hanging out with sixth years is that it automatically makes you one step cooler. Because everyone knows that sixth years are cooler than fourth years, right?
But there was only a certain amount of teenage chatter that she could take before she was done. So she’d said a quick goodbye to the girls and headed off to find something else to do. She got a glass of punch, a couple snacks, ever so careful not to drop any on her dress. That was the last thing she needed after all, though if the dress got ruined somehow she supposed she could just wear the one she’d designed all on her own for the fashion show. Still, after chattering for a while with a couple other friends from her dorm, and grabbing a bite to eat and drink, she was craving some activity.
The idea of riding around on a reindeer didn’t exactly sound like her kind of fun, and the snow building contest wasn’t up her alley either. The thought of facing her mom agin after her tears and sentiments earlier didn’t sound particularly inviting considering that wasn’t like her mom in the slightest, so the fashion contest was out for the time being. That left dancing or skating, and she didn’t think she had the nerve to ask anyone to dance yet.
So, ice skating it was! Never mind the fact that she’d never attempted any form of skating in her life, she couldn’t have been more excited. She grabbed a pair of skates in her size and sat next to the lake to exchange them for her flats. She really did hope that her mom’s dress wouldn’t get ruined, but her mom was in such an indescribable mood she wasn’t even sure the woman would be mad.
The blades on her feet she set her shoes in a place she knew she’d remember them and stepped up to the edge of the lake, a sudden rush of nerves hitting her as she looked out across it. She could do this. It was just like gliding across her kitchen floor in her socks except… blades on her feet that could probably cut someone’s fingers off (or her own) rather than socks. No biggie!
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