The Baudelaire Manor, Trocadero District, March 31st, 1832
Adrien woke with a start at the pounding on the door, below his window.
He sat up from his desk with a groan, rubbing at his temples, and muttering, "What the fuck?"
Peering out the window, he saw Jacquelyn pounding their first on the small servants door they used to meet as children.
He quickly stood up, hurrying down the hall and into the passage that led to the door.
Jacquelyn grinned as he opened the door, holding up a letter, "We might get Lamarque."
"We might get Lamarque?" He repeated, shock entirely washing away the exhaustion in his system, "Are you serious?"
They nodded, "Deadly. Now let me in, I need to borrow some nice clothes."
He turned around, motioning for them to follow him, "How did you manage this?"
"Apparently, he's heard of us. And, he wants to meet with Enjolras tomorrow." They grinned.
"Holy hell, let me see that."
Jacquelyn smirked as he read over the paper, "This is the real deal, look at the insignia on the seal."
"This is the General alright," Adrian breathed, nearly chuckling, "I suppose rubbing elbows with everyone I could really paid off."
"You orchestrated this?" They asked in disbelief.
He shrugged, pushing open the door to his room, "I may have mentioned a particular group of students doing an interesting work, to the right people."
"Your fucking brilliant Adri!" Jacquelyn exclaimed, grabbing his arm.
"Keep it down," He chuckled, "You wouldn't want father to hear you."
They bit away another smile, wandering over to his desk, "Anyway, what were you up here working on?"
"An article. I may not be able to put the whole truth of my opinions in the paper, but I can at least highlight some things without causing too much trouble."
They nodded, picking up a bit of paper and scanning over the words, "This is good, really good. Your father lets you submit articles to the paper?"
He chuckled, "He has been permitting me, since one of his other writers quit due to low wages. Luckily he doesn't have to pay his own son."
"Oh." Jacquelyn frowned.
Adrien shook his head, dismissing the topic, "You said you needed to borrow some clothes?"
"Oh, yes, um- we weren't too sure about me going to meet the general in my, for lack of a better word, strange, garb, and I fear none of my other clothes are too suitable." They explained.
He nodded, already moving to open his wardrobe, "I suppose it's good that you're taller than average and I'm smaller than average then, yeah?"
So they spent the morning picking out an outfit for Jacquelyn while they told Adrien of the plan, and arranging a way for him to come along as well.
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