Chapter 2
AN: Actually looking at the spacing on Fan-fiction is different from on word, so it seems longer but it's really not, sorry these are a bit short :-) Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hunchback of Notre Dame but the other main character that's not Clopin is completely mine and is not from Sleeping Beauty.
Clopin led her into an old crypt with a way through the sewers. Even though the stench was awful Aurora didn't mind. She was used to damp, dark, smelly places, especially if she didn't have enough money to stay somewhere.
Finally the tunnel let out into a magnificent room filled with people and laughter. She saw many homemade houses, and a stage. Aurora couldn't believe that the place was so big and underground too. Somehow all these houses brought up a picture in her mind of a two-story house that she didn't remember ever seeing. It was much bigger than the tents here and it was painted a bright blue. Aurora, Aurora…
"Aurora! So do you like it?" Clopin asked.
"It's brilliant!" she exclaimed forgetting about the odd house as she looked around in amazement.
"Here I'll show you to your room." As they walked on Esmeralda spotted Clopin and the young girl.
"Hey Clopin!"
"Hello Esmeralda. How are you and Phoebus?"
"We're good. He's still trying to make sure we're not treated unfairly."
Aurora thought that Esmeralda was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. She had raven hair, emerald green eyes, and amazing skin. Aurora felt like a old dishrag compared to her.
"Hi, I'm Esmeralda, welcome to the Court of Miracles."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Aurora."
"If you ever need anything you can always talk to me. And I seriously mean anything." She nods her head slightly towards Clopin, making Aurora start to blush. Esmeralda continues on her way leaving Clopin to continue leading Aurora.
"Aurora where are you from? You sound as if you come from the north but you look as if you are one of us, a gypsy."
"I was born in North Germany, but moved when I was 6 with parents who were both Gypsy's to France. I've been on my own for a while now so I've been picking up bits of different languages. I like traveling around it makes me feel free. I guess that's the gypsy in me."
"Why are you traveling alone, mon Cheri?"
"My parents were killed by a monster." She set her mouth in a way that Clopin new she didn't want to talk about it.
They came to where Aurora would be staying. It was a simple tent made of a bright blue cloth. There was a small table and a bed.
"It's not much and you still have to provide food for yourself but it works and you don't have to pay to stay here."
"Thank you Clopin," she said hugging him.
"Your welcome," he walked out of the tent then turned back," if you ever need help my tent's right over there."
She smiled in reply. Clopin turned around and found Esmeralda waiting by his tent.
"So Aurora, huh?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Yes, what about her?" Clopin asks innocently.
"You like her," she teases.
"No I don't, well not like that. I mean I just met her."
"Yeah but you usually don't actually show them around you usually ask one of us to do it for you."
"Well I was curious and she plays the viola beautifully."
"Okay then, but be careful not to hurt her, okay?" warns Esmeralda.
"I would never hurt her!" Clopin exclaimed appalled.
"Not on purpose, but just be careful," she warned.
Clopin pushed past Esmeralda and went into his tent furious about the accusation but she was right on the fact Clopin likes her.
AN: What is this odd house Aurora remembers but doesn't? How will Clopin and Aurora's friendship bloom? Find out in the next chapter.