Being a Brave Girl

[Charlotte]

Charlotte tiptoed thorugh the halls, looking. She didn't know where she would find him...but it didn't matter, really. She knew she would never get up the nerve, anyway. She couldn't believe she had done all that she had.

She leaned forward, peering into a room, finding it empty. She hardly felt the corner of the card pressing into the palm of her hand - it was red, and square, and it was a Valentine. She swallowed convulsively and clutched it tighter, then stopped walking.

What was she doing? She was a shy girl, not the kind of girl who gives Valentines to people she doesn't really know...

She shook her head, indecisive. Perhaps it was time to break this timid, mouse-like self.

[Madame Giry]

Erik watched the petite ballerina creep along the hall from a rafter above, unnoticed and unsure of exactly who she was looking for, or possibly not looking for.

[Charlotte]

Charlotte bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. Finally, she tucked the valentine rather harshly into the waist of her skirt and leaned up against the wall, sliding down to sit on the floor and glare at her hands.

[Madame Giry]

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