Hi! :D You know that time in life when you feel that you just love Clopin from Hunchback of Notre Dame? Yeah well I am having that time right now!
This is my second fanfic, I'm not done with my Shaman king story but I don't have the inspiration for shaman king right now so yeah…. CLOPIN!
Btw, I'm swedish so sorry if I get stuff wrong.
I don't own anything in this fanfic except my Ocs.
To the story:
Always keep your head up
Keep your emotions inside at all times except maybe a small amount of happiness, never too much.
Don't talk more than you have to.
That's three big rules of the important rules that Noelle have heard from her mother ever since she was 9. She is 20 years old now and she still gets told about them every single day.
It's important to keep your head up to show pride of who you are. A woman who looks down looks foolish.
Rule number 2 is important because a woman has to be able to keep anger and sorrow inside at all times, but if she let's out too much happiness or excitement she seems idiotic.
Rule number 3, no one will be interested in a woman who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.
Noelle is a pretty pale girl since she rarely leaves her home, has long blonde hair from her mother and green eyes from her father. He is actually one of the reasons that she does her best to obey the Lady rules. You see, he's a guard of judge Frollo's, even though he has many, it's still an honorable job and Noelle does not want to disgrace him. His name is Ricard and the mother's Jennine.
Everyone always tells her that she was beautiful and that she shouldn't have a problem with finding a husband. But every time she looks in the mirror she sees nothing but a pale girl with empty looking eyes. She turned down every man that her mother introduced her to, she does not know why, it just happens.
She was sitting in her room, looking out of the window as she does most of the time.
Noelle is not allowed to go out whenever she wants to. She often only leaves the house when Jennine wishes to go shopping with her, Noelle is almost always inside and whenever she does go out, she is not staying out for a long time.
Ricard doesn't like it when she is out by herself because of the gypsies outside, evil and thieves he always calls them. She has never had contact with them because of it, so all she could do was to trust the opinion of her father.
Her best friend, Ermine, have spoken a lot of the Feast of fools… Noelle has never been to it but Ermine tells her that it is very fun while Ricard says that it is a horrible place and the only reason of its existence is because the gypsies don't have anything better to do than to act like fools on a festival, explaining the name.
Neolle actually wanted to go a little, just to see how it is. But her father would never let her go. Would he? Could it hurt to ask…?
"Noelle!" she hears her mother yelling from downstairs.
*I will do it… Maybe they will say yes.*
She walked down the stairs and in to the dining room where both Jennine and Ricard were sitting by the already set table. Noelle sat down next to her mother who said strictly, "Straighten your back."
Noelle just sat up more straight without a complaint and got ready for the big question, "Father, mother, may I ask you something?"
"What is it, Noelle?" Ricard asked while eating.
"I wondered if I may go to the feast of fools together with Ermine the day after tomorrow?"
Anyone could see that both Jennine and Ricard were shocked, their own daughter wanted to go to a gypsy festival as they would call it.
"Why would you want to go to such an absurd festival?" her mother asked clearly disgusted.
Noelle started to nervously play with her fingers under the table, "I just though it would be good for me to go at least one time, since everyone else has been there more than once already… and Ermine will be with me, nothing will happen."
"Absolutely not. No daughter of mine will show herself at that festival."
"But father, you go every year, mother goes too…"
"I don't go every year. I go when I need something from the market, and only then. Your father works as judge Frollo's guard. Of course he has to go if judge Frollo goes."
" But.."
" No, Noelle. It's just like your mother says. If I could choose, I would stay home every feast of fools. Or even better, get rid of it. You are staying home and that's final."
Noelle didn't say anything for a few minutes, she actually felt upset about it.
She assumed that her parents saw it since she didn't try hard to hide it.
" Just this one time…?" she asked quietly.
Her father looked at her, then sighed and said " This one time. Stay with Ermine all the time. Don't talk with any of the gypsies, stay clear of them. That's the rules I give you for this and I expect you to obey them."
" Yes, father, yes! Of course! Thank you so much!" she said happily, almost jumping out of her chair. Jennine looked angrily at her husband but decided to let it go for the moment.
" I expect you to come with me to the market tomorrow, Noelle." her mother said without looking at her.
" Yes, mother." Noelle had calmed down a bit, for some reason, her mother really didn't seem to like it when she was this happy, even on the inside.
Really short I know… but it's only the intro, I'm working on the next part right now.
And I know that I'm probably pretty bad with the whole old Paris or how I should say it. I'm not sure at all at how it was that time and how they talked.
I would appreciate if you would tell me if I should change something in the story, like if something is really bad.
Oh and the next part WILL be longer than this one… and it will probably be Noelle's POV, maybe.
Well thanks for reading and I hope you will be back for the next chapter, bye!
