January 17 Prompt: any, any, figure skating au, written for Northanger Abbey.
Though it wasn't a world championship, Catherine was still ecstatic to enter the rink for the semifinals, though her giddiness dwindled somewhat when she realized how many challengers were already there practicing. Her coach signaled for an official as she laced up, and when she had finished a lanky skater reached out a hand to help her navigate toward a free spot on the ice, his friendly grin warming up an otherwise unremarkable appearance.
"Sorry, it's a bit crowded today," he commented as they fell into an easy circle around the perimeter, "but Vancouver's definitely the better end of the circuit: and sorry again, the name's Henry, care to tell me your's?"
