This had the potential to go very, very wrong. How did they ever think that two Australians who had barely survived one winter in Scotland, currently floundering their way through a second, could possibly be any good at ice skating? If Greer didn't break a limb today she would be shocked. Hopefully an ankle, maybe a leg, she made her living with her hands.

She was already standing on shaky legs, the skates an entirely foreign feelings beneath her feet. They'd rented them, because how on Earth would they be able to charm something they'd never used before. Plus Greer didn't trust the magic of it. It would be bad enough on the ice, let alone trying to make magical skates cooperate.

"Lorie why, how is this fun!?" She squealed as she wobbled, arms waving in an exaggerated circle to help keep her balance.