Cosette walked slowly as she crossed the causeway back from the mainland, lost in thought after a visit to her father. For a while now, ever since the weekend that the dead had come to visit, she had been entertaining the notion of asking him to tell her more about her mother, but every time she broached the subject he got so visibly anxious that ( Read more... )

Who knew there were enough jokes about animal crackers to fill an entire set of books? Cosette certainly hadn't, that was for sure, but there were a good dozen books on the subject in the return bin when she arrived, nicely leather bound and all.

The jokes weren't all that funny, granted, but at least someone had tried. She supposed she could at ( Read more... )

Cosette had avoided getting caught up in the whole mess with Leland Gaunt and the cursed items, but she'd heard enough from the researchers at the library to know she ought to consider herself lucky. Still, she couldn't help wondering what she might have wished for if given the opportunity; there was nothing she could think of that she wanted so ( Read more... )

Cosette was heading out later this evening to meet her father at the causeway, because there was of course no question as to whether she'd be spending Christmas with him. But since he was helping to serve Christmas dinner at a shelter in Baltimore, it would be another hour or so before he came to pick her up, leaving her to while away the time in a ( Read more... )

Cosette was finally getting around to unpacking her bags from the trip. As soon as they got back from Skyrim yesterday, she'd deposited them in her room then gone right off-island to her father's house to give him his presents and tell him all about where she'd been and the sorts of things she'd seen, though she left out the bits about the dragons ( Read more... )

HI I'M LIKE SUPER SUPER LATE BUT I BROUGHT STARBUCKS. It just occurred to me that maybe I should reuse my last infopost for the sake of returning people (HI) with some tweaks.

Bird metaphors and much WTFing at Victor Hugo ahoy!

( The Student: Cosette Fauchelevent )

Cosette had never really remembered much about her early childhood. She knew that before her father came to take her away from all of it there had been a time when she went about in a constant state of lonely, terrified despair. That was all it had been to her, though: a dark and suffocating haze, like being trapped in a dark room full of ominous ( Read more... )

Cosette trusted her father absolutely, and had from the moment she met him in the woods outside Montfermeil that Christmas Eve years ago, even though if pressed she would not be able to say for sure what the date had been, only that it had been dark and cold and lonely. Then he came along to take her away from all that, so she forgave his ( Read more... )

Yeah, yeah, I have a student character again; you can laugh at me now. Also this infopost is likely to just contain large amounts of me keysmashing and flailing and possibly crying and I'm sorry in advance.

( The Student: Cosette Fauchelevent )

Oh, hello! This is Cosette. Is this where you're to leave any messages for me? Well then, if you'll do so I would be happy to respond as soon as I can.

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