while the rest of the girls are drowning in roses and songs
While Mr. Muggles had long since learned better than to step foot outside with the streets filled with puddles and ice alike, Claire was starting to think of the whole change in terrain as an experience that she couldn't let herself miss out on. If everyone's predictions were right, then London wasn't likely to last longer than the month, and after eleven straight months of balmy weather, Claire couldn't claim that she entirely hated the change of pace. So she was, once again, hauling the heavy skirts of her dress as she stepped down into the street, a few flat rocks warmed by the stove carefully hidden away in her pockets in case her hands needed to be warmed a touch. It wasn't very long before she spotted a familiar face in the distance heading in the direction of the Compound, and Claire carefully did her best to catch up, walking alongside a few natives of the city- none of whom she'd been able to keep conversation with, and thus had begun to treat more as simply being part of the décor.
Quickly packing a handful of snow into a ball, she grinned before pulling her arm back and launching it directly in Sam Witwicky's direction.
And while Claire Bennet had ultimately become co-captain of the cheerleading squad, it was probably worth mention that she'd held her own in softball tryouts as well. Stifling a laugh, she quickly ducked behind a man wearing a top hat, hoping that he'd provide enough cover for those couple of seconds.
Quickly packing a handful of snow into a ball, she grinned before pulling her arm back and launching it directly in Sam Witwicky's direction.
And while Claire Bennet had ultimately become co-captain of the cheerleading squad, it was probably worth mention that she'd held her own in softball tryouts as well. Stifling a laugh, she quickly ducked behind a man wearing a top hat, hoping that he'd provide enough cover for those couple of seconds.