Her voice cut through the noise with practiced ease, and the room gradually fell silent again — though a dozen pairs of eyes still darted between Y/n and Gilbert.
Miss Muriel Stacy
I’m certain you all have opinions on the casting. However, I expect each of you to treat this production with the same seriousness you would any lesson.
She picked up a script and fanned through its pages.
Miss Muriel Stacy
I’ve chosen these roles carefully. Not simply to pair people together — but because I believe each student is capable of bringing something truthful to their character.
Her gaze lingered on Gilbert, then on Y/n.
Miss Muriel Stacy
I trust you’ll prove me right.
Anne Shirley
half-turning in her seat, eyes impossibly brightOh, Y/n — you're going to be the most wonderful Juliet Avonlea has ever seen.
Diana Barry
softly, squeezing Y/n's armIt's a wonderful part.
Ruby Gillis
leaning forward from behindAnd you'll have the most beautiful costume. I simply know it.
Across the room, Gilbert had gone very still. The pencil had stopped spinning entirely.
Jerry Baynard
muttering under his breathWell. Say something, then.
Gilbert Blythe
quietly, clearing his throatCongratulations. You got the good part.
A pause. His voice had come out rougher than intended — almost like he meant it for once, instead of a joke.
