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[protectmemaria]

[Frollo awaits Quasimodo's arrival from behind his office desk, his fingers steepled together in front of his face. He is certain the poor boy will be swayed by the others' friendly appearances, but he knows far better. Quasimodo is so naive, so trusting. He would never be able to detect the evil that stalks the Academy's halls every minute of

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[croissantshaped]

[Quasimodo takes a deep breath before knocking on the office door.]

Master?

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo looks up, already expectant.]

Ah, Quasimodo. Do come in.

[He gestures Quasimodo closer but does not offer him the seat before his desk. The boy may take it once he has explained himself.]

Have you been well in my absence?

[croissantshaped]

[Quasi shuffles in to stand before the desk, hunched over even farther than usual.]

I have been quite well, Master. A-and you?

[protectmemaria]

The same. I would have been content to remain in Paris, but the circumstances did not allow it. [He leans forward slightly, pinning Quasimodo with a look.]

I shall be happy to explain, once you tell give me an adequate reason for leaving the bell tower after you had promised never to forbid my orders again.

[fearthefool]

Frollo!
I caught a terrible glimpse of a familiar visage on my way here!

[protectmemaria]

[Cue eyeroll.]

I believe I have made myself clear on the subject of your frequent visits to my office, gypsy.

[fearthefool]

I made sure to take everything out of my pockets before I came here, to keep you from your filching habits.

It is really a terrible affliction, Monsieur Presidente. You should talk to Facilier about it.

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo heaved a resigned sigh.]

What do you want? I am expecting Quasimodo.

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo sends a vicious glare back -- he refuses to be intimidated by a petty witch whose only joy seems to come from frightening people.]