˚˙•My Treasured Heart•˙˚ A Hookedheart fanfic

Chapter 1

3rd person pov:
Bridget was in the kitchen baking as per normal for treats to give out after class until she saw that she was about to be late for ballroom etiquette. She hastily wiped her hands with a cloth and hurried out the kitchen.

Bridget dashed through the halls of Merlin Academy, anxiety gripping her as she raced to avoid being late for class. Suddenly, she collided with someone who instinctively grasped her wrist to prevent her from falling. When she looked up, her gaze met a pair of intense, dark brown eyes.

Hook's pov:
I was walking through the hallways trying my best to avoid the ballroom class or whatever it was called, what was the point anyways? I was headed to the Black Lagoon to meet the other Vks as usual. Suddenly a flash of pink collided with me. I quickly grabbed her wrist to steady her, my eyes meeting with her innocent hazel ones.
"Well well, running in the halls princess?" I sneered. "That's not very proper is it?"

3rd person pov:
"Sorry about that, Hook!" Bridget called over her shoulder, glancing back as they rushed down the corridor. Her tone was apologetic but tinged with urgency. "I didn’t realize how late we were until it was almost too late."

Behind them, Guinevere's voice rang out with a note of frustration, "What are you two doing outside my classroom? Hurry up and get in there!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Bridget shouted back, grabbing James's hand as they dashed forward. Hook, struggling to keep pace, scowled in annoyance. "You could at least slow down a bit!" he grumbled, clearly irritated by the rushed scramble.

As they finally reached the classroom door, Bridget and James slipped in, their faces flushed from the run. Bridget let out a sigh of relief, her heart still racing. "We made it," she said, trying to steady her breath. "Let’s just hope Guinevere doesn’t hold this against us."

Inside, Guinevere’s gaze was sharp as she watched them stand among the other students in the ballroom with a smooth hardwood floor along with a tall ceiling with an angelic mural and pink pillars while three crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling which along with the tall windows cast the room in an iridescent and warm magical glow. Hook, visibly perturbed, took a place with a huff, clearly displeased by the chaotic start to their lesson.

Guinevere’s sharp eyes swept across the room with practiced precision, ensuring that every individual was accounted for before the pairs were officially assigned. The room was filled with an expectant hush as participants prepared for the day’s dance practice. With a decisive nod, Guinevere called out, “Bridget and Ella!” Her voice was firm yet encouraging, signaling that it was time to make the necessary pairings.

As she observed the two young women—Ella and Bridget—forming their duo, she noted that Ella, despite her enthusiasm, had shown signs of needing additional guidance to master the dance steps. Bridget, on the other hand, was a seasoned dancer with a solid grasp of the technique. Guinevere’s decision to pair them was strategic; she believed that Ella would benefit greatly from Bridget’s experience and mentorship.

However, Guinevere’s next announcement shifted the atmosphere dramatically. “Ella will be dancing with Charming today,” she declared. The name alone elicited a collective gasp among the dancers. Charming, known for his inherent grace and proficiency in dance, was often regarded with a mixture of awe and intimidation. This pairing was meant to provide Ella with a chance to learn directly from a skilled dancer, but it also carried a heavy expectation.

She continued with her instructions, “And Bridget, you’ll be dancing with Hook today.” The mention of Hook elicited an even more pronounced reaction. Hook, notorious for his reluctance to attend class. The prospect of Bridget, who was known for her precise and elegant movements, dancing with Hook was a jarring contrast.

As Guinevere finished her sentence, an uncomfortable silence enveloped the room. Bridget and Hook froze in place, their faces mirroring a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. Bridget’s usually confident demeanor faltered slightly, her eyes widening as she processed the news. Hook, on the other hand, seemed to shrink inwardly, his posture slackening with a palpable sense of dread.

The sudden shift from excitement to unease was almost tangible. For a moment, it felt as though the room was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable reaction. Guinevere, observing the shift in mood, realized that her decisions, while well-intentioned, had created an unforeseen tension. The challenge now lay in guiding both pairs through their new assignments, ensuring that Ella would benefit from Charming’s expertise and that Bridget could navigate the complexities of dancing with Hook.

Guinevere took a deep breath and stepped forward to address the gathered dancers. Her tone softened as she reassured them, “Remember, the purpose of these pairings is to help each of you grow. Embrace the opportunity to learn from each other and rise to the challenge.” With a nod of encouragement, she watched as the dancers slowly began to adjust to their new pairings, hoping that the initial discomfort would give way to a productive and enlightening practice session.

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A/N:First chapter out! So obviously I took the dancing class ideas from sooyasdolly and hermesfavedaughter but trust cause this class is IMPORTANT y'all. Anyways I had quite a lot of fun writing this chapter. Sorry if it's short though if any other writers could type in the comments how many words there should be per chapter that would be great.

Also please don't be a ghost reader

This was how I imagined the ballroom btw since I'm not good at descriptions and visualization :)