Once Upon An Enchanted Ball ( A Rise of Red/Glassheart Fanfic)

Chapter 5: Cookies and Community

"So, what's this I heard about you snapping at Chloe yesterday?"

Bridget is frantic. Like usual.

Although the horizon had welcomed a peaceful Thursday morning for the rest of Auradon Prep, the only thing the morning had welcomed Bridget with was an overwhelming sense of anxiety. After the chocolate chip fiasco that was last night, Bridget decided to settle on adding a couple more ingredients to make sure everything was up to the standards she knew would make Charming fall deeply for her.

The only issue being what outfit would she wear to give them to him? Even if her wardrobe only consisted of an array of different pinks, reds, and whites, it's not to say she wasn't open to switching things up from time to time. Maybe magenta would do her some justice?

As the pink-haired girl frantically tossed her belongings across the dormitory, not caring where they landed, Red lay sprawled on her bed, watching the chaos unfold. Aligning with her words from the night before, the obnoxious amount of pink became more of an eyesore when bleached with the morning sunlight. She would just have to suffer until Chloe would return from, well, wherever she was. If Red actually cared, she would propose the concern of being late for morning classes. It was safe to say Red's concern to get out of this dorm came from both Bridget and the thought of missing classes. Not to say potions 101 was something to worry about, a baby could easily figure out a simple potion.

So, although Red came to the conclusion that Mr. Thorn's class would just have to wait, it didn't mean she was any more open to hearing Bridget's muffled voice from her bedroom drawers, especially when the topic of conversation was about the night prior.

"I didn't snap at her. Where'd you hear that?" Red mumbles, eyes closed as Bridget takes her away from the last component of slumber- silence.

Bridget flings a skirt behind her head to get a closer look into her drawer, just barely missing Red's head in the process. "Well, one moment you're calling her pyjamas cute-"

"I said I liked them. Stop exaggerating."

"Her words not mine," Bridget flails her arms to prove innocence, "I just wanted to know what made things so awkward. Was the joke she made about your mom that bad?"

Red groans, her slumber having to wait for another time. She lifts herself from the bed, opting to sit up instead, though Bridget seemed too preoccupied to face the girl, nose deep in clothing. "She didn't say much actually. I mean not anything anyone hasn't said about my mother before it's just-" Red choked on her words for a moment.

Bridget halts her activities once she senses the tension within the air, she turns to face Red with concern.

"Mother sent a letter over yesterday." Red admitted quietly, "I don't know if she sensed what's been going on over here but...it scared me Bridget."

There's a silence that follows after and Red tries to compose herself in the best way possible.

"I couldn't even find the strength to read it," she continued. "It just ruined my whole vibe that day. But then again it also did remind me I needed to see Chloe."

Bridget wants to tell Red she should open the letter, that she shouldn't be afraid of what her mother has to say, seeing that they're both safe here. But she doesn't. It was already a tough enough task just getting Red to mention her mother at all. So, she chooses another path of conversation.

"And did you apologise for practically ditching her the night prior? Or did you try and charm your way back into her good graces?" Bridget questions, quickly going back to her clothing search.