Late chapter update. I had most of written but I forgot to upload it. XD. Pretty standard chapter.

Also I rewrote chapter 8. For those who haven't read the rewritten version yet, please do! It think it's a lot better than what I originally uploaded. I have part in the story that has some Hobbit related stuff, but rest assure, there are no spoilers. I won't be spoiling anything for the people who haven't read the book.

EDIT:Rewrote the final bit of the chapter!

Disclaimers: I don't own Hugo or The Hobbit. I do have the book though, but no I didn't write the book.

February 10, 1939

Hugo could the feel the temperature in the room drop by a few degrees when Raymond left the room. He was sure that Isabelle was referring to the talk when she meant consequences. And he for one never liked those talks. Even though Isabelle called it the talk, he was pretty sure that it was one sided scolding and usually it lead to lasting consequences. If Isabelle was good at something besides literature, it would be making someone feel real bad about themselves. Especially on someone like Hugo who already had a pretty weak self-confidence. But it kind of had a different feeling every time. There were ones that were pretty weak compared to others while others, really stood out. But that was to be expected since they always handled something different.

There was one time when he had borrowed Isabelle's book and he lost it at the train station. And unfortunately for him the book was one of the favorites of Isabelle. Though the station inspector did find it eventually, Isabelle still was quite mad about it, and because of that she barely ever lends him a book. He could still read her books, but it has to be in her supervision. But that's now, before she wouldn't even let him touch her books for quite a while. That was actually the first time he had gotten the talk, and after the talk he tried to stay away from getting on the bad side of Isabelle.

"Hugo."

Hugo gulped at the sound of his name. He was sure this one was going to be the worst one yet. He was certain. He was going to need a way to avoid it.

"Would you like to do this the hard way, or the easy way?"

"Do we have to do this Bell? I said sorry" Hugo groaned.

"Don't use that name on me Hugo. It won't work."

"Come on Bell."

"No it won't work," Isabelle would've believed that she had Hugo in her grasps by now, if it weren't for the devilish smirk suddenly appearing on Hugo's face. "What are you smiling about?" Isabelle asked, only for his smirk to grow wider.

"I'm going to the spoil the book," Hugo said simply.

"What?" Isabelle raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"I'm going to spoil the book," Hugo repeated.

"What book?"

"You know which book I'm talking about."

Isabelle scrunched up her face in thought, but then it dawned onto her. "You wouldn't dare."

"I would."

"You're bluffing."

"Nope. You know at the end of the book-"

"That's so unfair!"

"-oh wait before that, do you know the character-"

"Ok fine! I'll let you off the hook for now," Isabelle exclaimed in defeat.

Hugo grinned. It wasn't often he beat Isabelle in an argument. He was lucky that she started to read book that he already read. He was going to need to thank Raymond for this later.

"Just you wait, until I finish the book," Isabelle said in attempt to intimidate him.

Hugo highly doubted that she would remember this argument at all by the time she finished the book. Once Isabelle finished a good book, (and he was confident that the Hobbit was a good book) the only thing she would talk about was the book she just finished. So in the end he got away with this cleanly. He never felt this lucky since the train incident. Today was a good day.

February 17, 1939

Isabelle closed the book with a smile. She just finished the book that Raymond gave her a week ago. It took a lot longer than she anticipated, but that was to be expected since, it was an English book. Although she was better at English than the average French, but still took a quite a bit of time. And she had say it was worth the time and effort. It was great book. It was thrilling adventure indeed.

"Did you finish the book?"

Isabelle looked up in surprise from the sudden voice. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed who it was. "Yes, I did finish book. And I must thank you for letting me borrow the book, but I must ask what you may be doing here? You would all over the place, doing whatever you usually do," Isabelle asked Raymond.

"Ah yes. The English passenger that I borrowed this book from, is getting impatient and wants his book now, but seeing you have finished the book, there won't be any problems there," Raymond replied.

Isabelle nodded understandingly as she handed the book to Raymond. "Yes, it seems I have held onto to the book for far too long."

"How was it?" Raymond asked and took the book from Isabelle.

Isabelle grinned. "I don't think I can express my love for that book through words."

"Oh yes, that's how I felt when I finished the book," Raymond chuckled.

"But I especially liked the Smaug."

"Yes I agree, but I must say that I liked Beorn more. He's an interesting character."

"He is an interesting character, but we have to say that Bilbo is an interesting one too,"

Raymond nodded in agreement and looked at his watch, "ah, I would have to go now, I would like to continue this at supper though," Raymond said apologetically.

"Of course," Isabelle replied.

Raymond quickly turned around left through the door.

When Hugo found Isabelle in the room with a large grin on her face, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried. But he was pretty sure it was latter when she looked at him with a bigger smile. But his worries were answered when she said that she finished the book. He had a small fear that she was going to remember last week's event, fortunately for him she didn't. But Unfortunately for him though, she wouldn't stop rambling about the book. He needed to get out of here fast.

"-riddles in the dark was brilliantly done-"

"Isabelle."

"-the riddles were interesting-"

"Isabelle!"

"Huh?"

"May I be excused?" Hugo asked.

"Why?" Isabelle questioned in slight disappointment.

"I think I need some fresh air, this place is getting to stuffy," which wasn't a lie, since he did some fresh air. He just had other reasons too.

"Okay. I think I needs some food anyway," Isabelle answered as she looked at the clock. It was getting close to when they gave out some food by the snack bar.

"Alright, I'll be out on deck though, so meet me there if want to," Hugo said as he got up.

"Yeah, Okay. I'll meet you there in about 15 minutes," Isabelle replied and followed up after him.

Hugo nodded and stepped out the door. He slowly walked through the halls as he navigated towards the deck. He didn't have too much trouble with directions, he's done it before and he was naturally good with directions. His years of navigating through the train station had given a lot experience there.

Hugo didn't know that he already arrived on deck before the cold air hit his unsuspecting figure. It was quite chilly still. Not cold, but still chilly. He would of worn a thicker jacket if he had the chance to, but he didn't mind the cold.

It would've been a peaceful place if it hadn't been for the muffled sobbing he could hear by the bench. Hugo walked towards the distressed figure. He would've left the person alone, but the person wasn't a stranger to him somehow. Well she was familiar to him in some way. And the fact that he could tell from the sobbing that it was girl or lady there. Which meant he couldn't leave the person alone. It wasn't gentlemen like (something Isabelle taught him).

"Excuse me Madame, are you..." Hugo trailed off as he got a closer look of the person. "Beth?"

What's happening with Beth? I'll try to upload the next chapter ASAP. More development for Beth in the next chapter.

I hope everyone enjoyed the chapter!

Thanks

Flamestone