madame hucheloup

Des squelettes dans un placard (Week Five)

Thank God she had survived and she was feeling better. She was now able to walk around. She had to thank Ferre and Joly for that. With Bahorel dead, their safety had proven itself to be quite uncertain… 

… and it didn’t help that after her agreeing to go with Combeferre go to Madame Hucheloup’s house, where they were supposed to find a refuge, it was burned to the ground. Éponine had no qualms in coming even closer, since she hadn’t known Madame Hucheloup very well, anyway. 

“You don’t have to, you know,” she told Ferre, thinking that perhaps, that would be something hard for him. 

Still, he had tagged along with her. Perfect. Maybe they could look around, not find much considering pretty much everything was gone and there were nothing but ashes left, and Éponine could talk to him about Feuilly’s picture on his phone. That picture of a tattoo exactly similar to hers, and that had been given to her by Combeferre himself. 

They had started walking around, trying to find perhaps a few remains. There was nothing. 

Except a skeleton that could only belong to one person. 

At that moment, Éponine turned to Combeferre with an sympathetic smile. 

“I’m sorry, man… I… could be wrong, but…” 

That was probably all that was left of Madame Hucheloup. 

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A new fanmix idea I’m taking out on the road - one song for each character. Has it been done before? Almost definitely. But not by me!

Features one song each for virtually everyone in the book, from Valjean to Enjolras to Fauchelevent to Fantine to Azelma.

(What do you mean, there was already a musical?)

Feuilly was once put in the foster care system and his case worker did not care very much. In fact, she put him with the Thenardiers and they were his first family outside of his first mother and father – if they could be called his family. It seemed to Feuilly that they were more interested in using him as a scapegoat for their crimes. He had been brought home a few times running errands for the Thenardiers and the Thenardiers would pretend the crimes he had committed were under his own discretion and promise police officers they would ‘discipline’ him. He had been very young, and so did not know that the Thenardiers were asking him to steal.

After he had been removed from their care and Mr. Mabeuf became his next case worker, he was shuffled from family to family, all of them very nice but rather distant. Ever since he had discovered that stealing was wrong, he had committed himself to making sure he paid for every extraneous thing he got. He was an early entrepreneur for this reason, selling paintings, selling photography, selling various handicrafts in general. It was difficult to earn the money to pay for all the things people gave him and many times, they told him he didn’t have to pay, but he needed to pay.

Finally, he arrived at a merit-based high school, where many of the students were rich. One, a blond boy who had been in his global history course where Feuilly spoke at length about the origins of the religious warfare in Syria, invited him out to coffee and Feuilly said no, wary of misspending his pocket money. The boy told him that they would be at Cafe Musain, if he should be so inclined to visit.

Feuilly decided that perhaps he could get away with buying a bottle of water instead and went. There, he met with all of the boy’s friends, who had such very odd names. There, he also met with Madame Hucheloup, who offered to drive him home since his home was far away. He reluctantly agreed, but offered her gas money. She refused to take it, as evidenced by her anticipation he would stick it in some unknown place in her car, and gave him money instead. She asked why he was so intent on paying her back for something she had wanted to do, and he, inexplicably as he had only told one other adult before, Mr. Mabeuf, told her the whole tale.

She hugged him. He continued to try to pay her back and she continued to refuse.

(But after a year, he asks if she would be his adoptive parent and that’s one offer she can’t refuse.)