I Don't own anything. Please excuse the randomness of this. I was just kind of thinking what if Cosette WAS descended from Valjean. It's a long shot but oh well.
Listolier breathed in the warm air of southern France. It was so much more inviting than the cold harsh air of Moscow. Listolier had spent the last two years in Moscow and he was glad to be finally coming home to the country that he loved knew and loved. Of course he wasn't going back to Cahors or even Faverolles, but it still felt good to be back in France.
Listolier stuck his head back inside the coach. He was almost in Paris which made him a bit nervouse. The first time he had ever been in Paris, was when he was still a small school boy. The memory was not a pleasant one. At the time, his mother had usually started work very early in the morning. Listolier remembered having to wait an hour outside the schoolhouse everyday no matter what the wether was like. On winter days when it was too dark too see, an old merchant women would take pity on him and let him wait inside her shop.
However, his second time in Paris had been a happier one. Nobody could have made the connection between the small shivering little boy and the well dressed dandy that returned several years later. Those days he had spent in Paris the second time were among the happiest days in his life. They were rivaled only by his years growing up with his aunt in Cahors.
Listolier remembered as clear as though it had only happened yesterday, Dahlia taking his arm as he led her through the Luxembourg, chattering all the way about silly things like what colour suited her hair best. He remembered Favorite and Blancheville who were not in love but pretended to be just for the sake of pretending, and he remembered Zephine and Fameuil gaiely criticising Tholomyes.
Ah yes, Felix Tholomyes and his beautiful little prize Fantine. Listolier had always taken more of a liking to Fantine than to any of the others, but of course Tholomyes had claimed her. Tholomyes always seemed to have the most power over the group of friends. Of course there was that one night when Listolier had succeded in seducing Fantine right under Tholomyes' nose. Listolier giggled as he recalled the look on Tholomyes' face when he found out that Fantine was with child.
Poor Tholomyes had figured that Fantine had been unfaithful. Soon after that he had proposed to the other men that they should leave their mistresses. Suddenly Listolier realised that it had now been exactly three years since the four friends had driven off together. Listolier absently wondered what Fantine was doing now. Oh well, he thought, as if it's any of my business anyways.
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