Title: Crest Studies
A/N: It was fun combining all of these characters together.
Summary: Between the lazy Linhardt, shy Marianne, and overly enthuastic Hanneman, Annette had her work cut out for her as the Crest Studies Club Leader.
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When Annette joined the academy, she had never seen herself leading a club, or leading anything for that matter. Sure, she would join one or two, but leadership was for the elites, for Dimitri's and Sylvain's of the world. Well, maybe not Sylvain exactly, but there were plenty other nobles who could fit the bill. Ferdinand. Lorenz. Hubert.
Yet it was her, not them, standing in front of the Blue Lions classroom, looking at her Crest Studies clubmates. To be perfectly honest, when the other options were the lazy Lindhardt and the shy Marianne, if Annette didn't take the lead, nothing would get done. Even now, Lindhardt was dozing on his desk while Marianne fidgeted nervously.
Annette bit her cheek. She should have joined the gardening club. Clearing her throat, she announced, "For today's activity, we're going to the market."
"W-what?" Marianne's eyes grew wide. Sometimes, it looked like she didn't know why she was in the club. "The market?"
"Why?" Lazily, Lindhardt lifted his head and gave her a baleful glare. "That's a waste of effort."
From the teacher's desk, Professor Hanneman gave her thumbs up. At least someone liked her proposition. Annette quickly refuted, "It's not."
"We study crests," Lindhardt replied languidly. "It's a waste."
Something about him always riled her up. She could feel her hackles rising. Stalking toward him, she rested her hands on her hip and bit out. "It's not. We need to know what people think of crests."
"Annette's right." Hanneman nodded sagely, intervening before an argument started. "It's important to consider different perspectives when studying a topic."
"But talking to people…" Marianne gnawed on her lip. "I'm not sure—"
"It'll be fine." Annette clasped Marianne's hands, squeezing them tight. "Besides, we're going to interview later, so this is good practice."
Hesitantly, Marianne nodded. "I-I suppose that's true."
"Can't we just interview now and get it over with?" Linhardt interjected, yawning.
Annette pulled Marianne up to her feet. "We're going to the market," she stated firmly, refusing to broker any more arguments. "If you want to decide what we're doing, then you be the club president."
It was an ultimatum he'd never take, and they both knew it. With a sigh, he got up. "Fine, I suppose there's some merit to it."
"Good." Annette grinned as she gently tugged Marianne toward the door. Finally, she could tell Mercedes that they'd done something other than sit in a classroom. Finally, just like all the other clubs, she was going to go out with her clubmates and do something fun.
Perhaps there was some merit to being club president, after all.