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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert is in his normal back corner of the bar. It was pouring rain when he finished in the forge for the day, so he came here instead of going out into the woods. He is surrounded by paper, and the odd ruler, and he is drawing something with precision on one sheet - only to finish it, shake his head and toss it away, before taking a new piece and starting again. 

This looks like it has been going on for some time, and may continue the rest of the day. And possibly night. A distraction before his hand falls off would perhaps be welcome.



[OOC: Open UNTIL THE END OF TIME. Or next Wednesday. Whichever comes first. <3

ETA: YOU FABULOUS PEOPLE. *flings love at* I must crash, but it's been a blast. Am around all day tomorrow to continue. <3]

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[change_my_story]

"No, thank goodness." She knows she's lucky in that regard. " But then I know what to watch out for. Mostly he just ignores me, or just speaks roughly with me." Hence her able to take Javert's tone minutes ago. "He knows I can read well and do sums better than him, so it especially gets him upset-like red in the face upset."

And she's not going to play down her skills simply for him pride-more so especially since she knows she can get back at them for it.

[never_shall_yield]

'Oh, well. Being ignored is no hardship. And if you can read and add your numbers, I cannot see you should have any complaints.'

There are far worse things than being ignored. And she is educated despite being a female. It sounds to him that she has a good life.

[change_my_story]

"My only complaint is that he brags about his schemes infront of me. I know atleast I can take my reading to my room or milliways, so I don't have to worry about him attacking any more library books." Really, she knows she doesn't have a bad life, it's just one she has to tolerate-and do some scheming herself.

She was going to say more when she looked at the clock above Bar. "I should get back. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Javert and good luck on your drawing plans."

Matilda picked up her school bag and turned towards her door, the other side showing a 'modern' primary school corridor.

[never_shall_yield]

She has a decently pragmatic approach. As children go - not that he has much experience - she is not so bad.

'Good evening, mademoiselle.'