In Norte Dame's Headquaters...
Judge Claude Frollo, along with a group of soliders, marched down the city streets, at the brink of dawn. After patrolling the city for any gypsy scum in the shadows, they retired to the large building. Outside the judicial hall, was a tall man, who looked like an inspector. Now, Judge Claude Frollo knew this inspector, as Javert, his trainee from the gypsy gutters. He remembered his pitiful face, when he was served quite poorly. Judge Claude Frollo now would've dropped him down the stream, almost like the ugly baby he named Quasimodo, but seeing that Javert has arrested some of his own kind, he knew that the man can be trusted.
"Bonjour, Javert. What brings you to our fine streets?" inquired Frollo.
"I," said Javert, "am looking for this convict, named Jean Valjean, otherwise known as 24601. Our witnesses say that he's hiding right in your streets."
"Is he a gypsy?" asked Frollo.
"No! That's what you ever think about, these Gypsy people." said Javert, rather loud. "Half of our prisons are filled with them thanks to you, most of them are innocent children and housewives, who were never close to a gypsy!" Frollo did not flinch, for he was told this many times from his bosses.
"Now, Javert. I can assure you that gypsy people are the reason why France is being rebellious. He evaded death once, but my many hands will reach to him first." said Frollo calmly. He unlocked the doors, and they marched inside. The men filled inside, turning towards stairs or doors. Javert and Frollo went inside Frollos's office down the center.
Frollo's office contained very little, beside a book of the Bible, a sturdy oak desk, a wooden chair, some curtains, and some pictures of some possible places of gypsy hideouts. Frollo pulled a chair, and beckoned Javert to sit down.
"Now tell me," Frollo said, grabbing a bottle of wine, and pouring it into chalices for the two men to drink, "who is Jean Valjean."
Sorry about the short chapter. The story will be heard in the next chapter.