Leaving the flat.

[citoyen_de_noir]

After a long hard day spying on everyone, there's nothing Chauvelin likes better than to sit in his favorite amrchair, put his feet up, and have a nice drink. However, it is very difficult to do this when you have no drink in the house. So, with much grumbling, Chauvelin sets off for Thornfield in hopes of aquiring some of Mr. Rochester's

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You've Been Burgled, Uncle Paul

[sweariwontdie]

typist: I'll continue prose style just so my brain won't explode. *hugs* Thank you. Armand thanks you too. We're looking especially for any letters or files or Chauvelin's 'little black book.'This idea had been on his mind for weeks, almost since he first learned of Chauvelin's return to his old ways. Armand knew damn well he was no fighter, but neither was Chauvelin. The spy depended on his information, and not even he had to keep all that only in his head. It occurred to Armand that the man must have notes somewhere--notes about Percy and Margurite and the League--and it would upset any plans he had in the works to lose those notes

Re: You've Been Burgled, Uncle Paul

[citoyen_de_noir]

Chauvelin's organizational system consists of small piles and bundles by date. Having never known anyone, other than Robespierre, to want to read his personal notes, he never bothered to hide them.

Upon his return home, Chauvelin stopped short at the door. For a moment he gently fingered the braided ribbons looped around the knob. With sudden vehemence he threw open to door, his drink long forgottong, and began frantically surveying the room.

When he finally collapses into his chair half-an-hour later, his worst fear is confirmed. Along with the business related letters, and pages of notes taken while sitting in the DF Manor, one other thing is missing. Chauvelin's personal diary, kept since the age of eighteen, was among the things missing. A diary containing thins he had never wished anyone to see.

Clenching the ribbon in his fist, he sets off for the Manor.

Re: You've Been Burgled, Uncle Paul

[sweariwontdie]

typist: Do we need to make an appt?

When he's not at the Mansion or with Chris or decorating his room in Feanaro's house, Armand does find a quiet place to look through what he's found. He means to sort it into tow piles: that which will be handed over to Marguerite and Percy and that which will be burned.

He flips through the diary, chewing on the end of the end of a pen, mostly looking to see what Chauvelin may have ever said about him, especially when he was a child.