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[ffolksyromance]

A young man walks in, dressed well in what must be the best fashions of his time. His face, though naturally given to a smile, is watchful, as if he (and, to be honest, he is) unsure of his surroundings. He leans against the wall.I can't help but notice this isn't England. Or perhaps it is a part of it that I don't know, but it isn't like any place

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[sweariwontdie]

*yes is crackplotted to be a kid again but I couldn't wait*

Bonjour, monsieur. *beams*

[ffolksyromance]

*looks down at the child, who seems rather familiar* *smiles* Hello there! Who might you be? I swear, you must be a St. Just?

[sweariwontdie]

*wider grin then a bow as he remembers his manners* *looks to be about nine*

That's right. How did you know?

[ffolksyromance]

*smiles and bows back* You have a look of that family about you; would you tell me your name?

[sweariwontdie]

I'm Armand. Do you know my sister?

[ffolksyromance]

*blinks...but, ok* Perhaps. What is your sister's name?

[sweariwontdie]

Margot St. Just. *in a tone that implies that everyone knows her*

[ffolksyromance]

Margot? *pauses, thrown* *looks again* And Armand.

Yes, I believe I do know your sister. It... it must be how I recognised you, er, Armand.

[sweariwontdie]

*smiles, head to one side* Did I upset you?

[ffolksyromance]

*blinks a little, watery, confused smile* No, no, not upset... I had not expected to meet Marguerite's brother thus.

[sweariwontdie]

Why not? Didn't you know she had a brother?

[ffolksyromance]

...I suppose I had always considered you rather older than this.

[sweariwontdie]

*giggles at that idea* That's silly.

[ffolksyromance]

*quirks mouth into a half-smile* A lot of things are.

[sweariwontdie]

Well, yes.

*shrugs*

When did you meet my sister?

[ffolksyromance]

Some time ago, in Paris. A very pleasant young lady, indeed.