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[There are a lot of things Hubert was expecting during his time at Garreg Mach, but this is undoubtedly something he never could have prepared himself for.
Sure, he'd heard about the White Heron Cup, but he hadn't given it a second thought. It seems like the sort of thing that Dorothea and Ferdinand would find interesting, which means it's completely pointless.
When Professor Byleth stopped by to talk to him, he had asked if he'd be picked as the representative. Of course he wouldn't; in a class with Dorothea and Ferdinand and several other nobles, it wouldn't make sense to pick him of all people.
So naturally, the professor had done just that. Despite his confusion, he'd agreed and asked the professor for extra lessons. If he's going to do this (and it seems like he doesn't have much of a choice), then he's going to do his best to win. He isn't just representing the Black Eagles, he's representing Lady Edelgard, after all.
That's why he's out here in front of the Black Eagles classroom with Professor Byleth watching his dance moves. This is admittedly much harder than it would be with a partner, but even that couldn't get his movements to be any less stiff. They're precise and technically sound, but it's almost like there's nothing else to them, just steps following a silent beat. Hubert isn't really terrible, but he's certainly not going to be winning the cup like this.
...It would probably be easier if they weren't doing this in public. Obviously that's a bit of a stupid complaint, considering that the White Heron Cup will be held in front of a panel of judges and the entire monastery, but it certainly would be easier to get this practice session out of the way if he didn't feel like everyone's eyes were on him...
Oh well. There's really no fighting it, is there? Professor Byleth motions for him to run through the routine again, so he does without complaint. Eventually he'll get it; anything less than perfection would be unacceptable, after all.
Though really, this would have been much better if it had been left to someone else...]
Sure, he'd heard about the White Heron Cup, but he hadn't given it a second thought. It seems like the sort of thing that Dorothea and Ferdinand would find interesting, which means it's completely pointless.
When Professor Byleth stopped by to talk to him, he had asked if he'd be picked as the representative. Of course he wouldn't; in a class with Dorothea and Ferdinand and several other nobles, it wouldn't make sense to pick him of all people.
So naturally, the professor had done just that. Despite his confusion, he'd agreed and asked the professor for extra lessons. If he's going to do this (and it seems like he doesn't have much of a choice), then he's going to do his best to win. He isn't just representing the Black Eagles, he's representing Lady Edelgard, after all.
That's why he's out here in front of the Black Eagles classroom with Professor Byleth watching his dance moves. This is admittedly much harder than it would be with a partner, but even that couldn't get his movements to be any less stiff. They're precise and technically sound, but it's almost like there's nothing else to them, just steps following a silent beat. Hubert isn't really terrible, but he's certainly not going to be winning the cup like this.
...It would probably be easier if they weren't doing this in public. Obviously that's a bit of a stupid complaint, considering that the White Heron Cup will be held in front of a panel of judges and the entire monastery, but it certainly would be easier to get this practice session out of the way if he didn't feel like everyone's eyes were on him...
Oh well. There's really no fighting it, is there? Professor Byleth motions for him to run through the routine again, so he does without complaint. Eventually he'll get it; anything less than perfection would be unacceptable, after all.
Though really, this would have been much better if it had been left to someone else...]
