Fitting in With the Boys (The History Boys Fanfiction)

Act I Scene III

|Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction|

Posner was situated at the side of the piano singing in French with Scripps providing him with a fast upbeat tune. It was L'Accordéoniste by Édith Piaf.

~Elle écoute la java

Qu'elle fredonne tout bas

Elle revoit son accordéoniste

Et ses yeux amoureux

Suivent le jeu nerveux

Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste

Ça lui rentre dans la peau

Par le bas, par le haut

Elle a envie pleurer c'est physique

Tout son être est tendu

Son souffle est suspendu

C'est une vraie tordue de la musique~

Everyone began to clap in appreciation in both singing and piano skills shown.

"Où voudriez-vous travailler cet après-midi?" Hector asks the class, though only Dakin stands up to answer.

"Je voudrais travailler dans une maison de passè."

"Oh la la!" Hector says with fake aghast.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?/ What is it?" Shouted the class in both English and French. Wendy just shook her head at Dakin, who in return smirked at her as he reached into his inner blazer pocket for his pen.

"A brothel" Posner answered everybody's question. They all just laughed and groaned.

"He'd like to work in a brothel" Wendy said after Posner, smirking at her twin. She was sitting on one of the desks at the front, with her legs crossed over and leaning forward in interest. Wondering at how this would turn out, but finding the situation funny.

"Tres bien," Hector congratulated both Wendy and Posner, "Mais une maison de passè où tous le clients utilisent le subjonctif ou le conditionnel."

The class just lets out a sigh of exasperation.

"Bien"

"D'accord, Monsieur." Dakin rushes to the door.

"Voilá"

Dakin starts knocking on the door, making Mr Hector say 'Voilá' again.

"Déjà un client." Gesturing between the students and the door, Posner starts to get up but Wendy beats him to the punch. Posner, disappointed, sits back down, but not before when he catches Wendy's wink at him. Wendy straightens out her blouse and jacket, before opening the door and bowing down.

"Bonjour, Monsieur."

"Bonjour, chérie." With a gruff voice and pen in hand acting like a cigar, Dakin was in the mood. Everybody laughed eager for some of the Dakin twin's actions. They were a formidable duo the pair, acting like fools one minute then completely serious the next. They would make good stand-up comedians.

"Entrez, s'il vous plaît," Wendy pulls the curtain across the window, and places a hand upon Dakin's shoulder leading him towards the desk and it occupants, "Voilá votre lit."

Gesturing to some of the boys to get up and move the tables, she got Posner and Rudge to put them together. She gestured to Posner and continued on saying,

"Je dois partir," she began, "mais voici mon associé. Elle peut-être en mesure de vous aider." She puts on an apologetic face.

"Mais mademoiselle, pourquoi avez-vous besoin de quitter?" Dakin turns and grabs Wendy's hands in his. Wendy manages to suppress the smile.