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PostSubject: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Thu Dec 28, 2017 10:08 pm

France, as was usual for this time of year, was a beautiful place to be in and seeing as it was summer, Michelle had requested time off from her work with a notice that she shouldn't be gone for more than a month and a half and since she had worked pretty much every single day since she started, she had a lot of time saved up for the holiday that she required, not that her boss had forbidden her from taking time off, he had even urged it seeing as she was, always, pretty much working at the club.

Arriving in Versailles by Portkey, the young witch took the time to calm her stomach down from the international travel and swiftly made her way towards the apartment that she had bought the moment she turned eighteen. It was a beautiful little place and it was all hers. Not even her dear mother knew of the place for if she did, Michelle had no doubt that the woman would've invaded it her every space every day, getting on her nerves and probably making the woman want to pull her hair out.

It had been two weeks since her arrival that a magnificent owl swooped into her apartment and regally landed on the back of a beautiful carved out chair, the air around the owl making Michelle pause in the preparing of her breakfast so that she could wipe her hands and then approach the owl. The envelope was a nondescript white one however as she took it off of the owl, the crest on the seal made Michelle blanch and pale.

The Clements coat of arms was embellished on the wax.

Why was someone from the Clements family writing to her? The only time she had any sort of correspondence with the palace and its family was when she was writing to Lord Clement to inform him of Mimosa's progress in her lessons, even then she didn't get any replies back, not that she expected any.

Silently watching the owl swoop out of the window after helping himself to a piece of her bacon, Michelle collapsed on her settee and eyed the envelope in her hand, almost afraid to open it. She didn't know what she would find but a gut feeling in her stomach told her that it wasn't anything bad.

Slowly breaking the beautiful seal, shaking, pale fingers pulled out a single card before a nearly hysterical laugh left her lips at the two simple sentences written on there.

"I'm picking you up on the 27th August, we need to talk. Eleven o'clock."

She didn't even need to look at the name on the bottom to see who it was that wrote to her, the wording of the note and the tone of it told her though she did a double check to make sure that she wasn't making it up.

Jacques Clement was signed in clear, cursive writing at the very bottom and the stone at the base of her gut dropped even further. What did Jacques want with her? They hadn't parted on the best of terms last time they met after all.

Taking a look at the calendar on her wall, Michelle laughed quietly and shook her head. Seemed she only had two days until the meeting, trust the Clement Heir to not want to wait for a meeting and instead demand one nearly straight off. She didn't even question how he knew where she lived, she had no doubt that he got the address from either Mimosa or his father though Mimosa was probably the more likely of suspects, the little witch always tried to set her and Jacques up and the giving of her address to Jacques would probably be another one of those little things.

Mentally checking her plans for that day, Michelle only breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't have to cancel any appointments with her friends to accommodate Jacques. That day had been entirely all to herself though now she would be spending it with the Clement Heir. Something told her it would give her more than just a headache.

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The time of the meeting crept closer and closer on Michelle though the blond witch hadn't noticed, not when, since her waking up, she had spent the time getting ready. Washing her hair, showering, brushing her teeth, drying her hair, doing up her hair, putting makeup on.

She hadn't even realized it but by the time the meeting rolled around, Michelle was thrumming with some type of emotion, she didn't know what it was -and she ignored the voice in her head that told her it was joy- but it was making her giddy and it wasn't because she was meeting a guy for a date! And that annoyed her, very much so. It annoyed her to the point of pouting as she stood on the pavement outside her apartment, her arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her foot on the cobble-stone, looking around for any sign of the Clement Heir.

She didn't even know why she went through all the trouble to dress up for the guy -a button up blue blouse, a white skirt, with some shorts underneath, and a pair of ballet flats-. He would probably scoff at her for her state of dress but seeing as it was summer she hadn't wanted to wear any sort of restrictive clothing like jeans. Huffing, the witch moodily awaited for the Clement Heir, cursing the man in her head when she noticed that the time was coming closer to eleven and he was nowhere to be seen.
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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Thu Dec 28, 2017 10:37 pm


The Palace had been completely off key since the night that Elenore had lost her... self to the destructive beast that lived inside of her. Jacques had not made a single effort to seek out his sister since he'd taken Mimosa from her clutches, and he had no interest in changing that, either. Jacques' time had, instead, been spent with Mimosa, keeping her entertained, making sure she knew that there was nothing wrong with her (though it was inadvertent) and otherwise enjoying his break.

There had been a couple of events that the eighteen year old had hosted on behalf of his Maman and Papa, but as of yet, very little had happened of note during the summer. Each evening, though, his mind had mulled over the vile words that had left his sister's lips. Mimosa's condition that none of them had spotted in the nine years the child had been coming to the castle.

Whilst the child may not have been Jacques' problem, Mimosa was family, and no true Clement allowed a family member to be left behind.

Which was precisely why Jacques had written a very short, to the point note to Michelle Roux shortly after both his and Mimosa's birthdays. He needed to understand more of what the witch was doing with Mimosa, he needed to ensure Mimosa's work was going to have better focus on her reading and writing. To become more fun so that Mimosa stayed engaged. Whilst -- to Jacques knowledge -- there was no cure for dyslexia, they could help Mimosa through this as much as possible, and ensure she got everything she needed.

Plus, Jacques noted as he flicked through the file in his father's study about Michelle, it would give him a very good reason to test out his new birthday present from his parents -- though, Jacques was quite sure his Maman had not approved the gift. The bike was a beautiful piece of Muggle technology, and Jacques had yet to find a use for it.

But, the morning of the 27th had provided him with a good reason. After saying goodbye to Mimosa -- he had not told the young witch where he was going, because Jacques was sure Mimosa would insist on going with him -- Jacques had headed out to the garages and started up the bike that was gleaming from it's newest polish. The roar of the engine sent a tingle up Jacques' spine as he brought it around the back of the Palace.

Another small roar -- and a valet running after him with the helmet that matched the bike impeccably -- and Jacques was off out in to the city, enjoying the rush of the wind on his face as he headed for the part of Versailles that Michelle lived. The motorbike was loud, making the people of Versailles turn to watch as the gleaming bike drove down the streets. The white J.L.P.C. on the side was the declaration of Jacques' ownership of the vehicle, and he loved it.

His enthusiasm for his present would be relayed to his father that evening, along with the news to his Maman about how they were going to resolve the problem that had arisen over a month ago.

As Jacques pulled in to Michelle's street, he could see the older witch waiting for him already, a small smile graced his lips as he pulled up in front of her, turning the engine of the machine off, and removing the helmet he'd been wearing. "Madamoiselle Roux," Jacques greeted, running his fingers through his hair to put it back in to place in that moment.

Offering the witch the helmet, Jacques motioned to the bike behind him. "Come, I want to take you somewhere." Jacques insisted. He wasn't leaving much room for argument, granted, but if Michelle truly did not wish to climb aboard the bike, he would send for a car instead. Though, of course, Jacques was truly hoping this would not be the case.

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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Thu Dec 28, 2017 10:54 pm

The day was a warm one and if the sun beating down on her was anything to go by, it would get even warmer and she was thankful for the fact that she had decided to wear what she did. She wouldn't want to sweat in a pair of jeans and some lumpy shirt that she would have to throw away. Summer was meant for fun and cute clothes to be worn after all and despite being twenty-four Michelle was still a young adult who enjoyed her fashion.

The roar of a motorcycle engine startled her out of her thoughts and the blond-haired woman curiously peered across the street only to blink her eyes at the motorbike that parked in front of her. She didn't even need to see the man's face. Right on the dot, Jacques Clement arrived to take her, where she didn't know, but she didn't care at the moment. What she did care about was the beautiful piece in front of her.

The motorbike was beautifully crafted and Michelle would bet her entire fortune that it was custom made as well; there was no way in the seven depths of Muggle Hell that Jacques would not have a custom-made motorbike. The gleaming white initials at the side made her chuckle softly before she fully focused on the younger man in front of her.

For a moment there, as she looked upon the handsome visage of the Clement Heir, dressed in muggle clothes, seated upon the motorcycle as if it was a throne, she swore she was back to being a teenaged girl, stood with her crush and about to head off on a date. The fact that Jacques was, essentially, a Prince of France or that he had been a jerk to her their very first meeting went unnoticed. For the moment, she could smugly enjoy the shocked looks on people's faces and the hushed whispers that rose in volume as she was handed the helmet.

"Monsieur Clement." She slid the helmet on her head, thankful that she had decided to wear her hair hanging down that day, and then slid on the bike behind the man, her arms wrapping around the younger male's waist, fingers curling into the hem of Jacques shirt as her thighs tightened on the seat. "I'm trusting you to not let me get hurt on this. I've only ridden once on a motorbike before." She said softly into his back, ignoring the flushed heat on her cheeks as she felt the muscles underneath. Jacques was seriously ripped and she'd be surprised if he did not have a six-pack. Fortunately, she had enough class and manners to not shamelessly run her hand over the abs she could feel under her fingers.
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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Thu Dec 28, 2017 11:39 pm

As Michelle accepted the helmet, Jacques took in the witch's attire -- subtly, because Jacques was not like most men. The choice of skirt was not exactly the best idea with the mode of transport, but Jacques had no intention of getting themselves in to a sticky situation under which this might be a necessity.

Aiding Michelle on to the bike -- with his arm moving out to steady her as she climbed on to the bike behind him, Jacques kicked the machine back in to life a moment later. The comment from the older witch brought a small, wry laugh from the young man. "You sound like my Maman!" He called back to her above the hum of the machine, the small shake of his head denoting what he thought to that idea.

Yes, Jacques might only have held his licence for a year, officially, but the male had been playing with the Muggle machines for some time before the legal side kicked in. After all, what was the point in owning vast lands if you couldn't play around in vehicles where the law couldn't touch you?

Checking Michelle's hands were secure enough on his shirt -- with his hand placing over hers momentarily to show her it was okay to hold on just a little bit tighter, Jacques pulled away from the curb and off down the street, the wind picking up on his face and shirt again as they rushed down the street. The noise of the machine made it seem like they were going much faster than they were, but Jacques didn't drive dangerously, instead sticking to the speed zones and traffic calming situations without a second thought.

Another time, perhaps, Jacques might show the witch the power of the machine beneath them.

Jacques drove up towards the river, following it around past the Eiffel Tower, and then, following the meander, across to the Bibliothèque Mazarine. The oldest library in all of France. Filled -- if you knew your history well enough -- by the Clements with the history books from the twelfth to seventeenth century upon the destruction of their rival houses. The bike came to halt outside the building, and Jacques once again aided Michelle in getting off of the bike. Once the older witch had safely gotten to her feet, Jacques dismounted and applied the safety measures with which the bike had been installed, taking the helmet from Michelle and hanging it on the bar. From where he stood, he could see one of the police officers on patrol move towards his bike -- everyone knew the Clements in France, and that officer had just landed himself a tidy sum of money on Jacques' return.

"Shall we?" Jacques asked, motioning to the building. He waited for Michelle to start walking before he fell in to stride beside her. For a few moments, he simply took in their surroundings, not quite ready to break the suspense of the situation under which he'd called the witch here. "I hope this is not your first time to the Bibliothèque Mazarine, it is truly fascinating, in my opinion. When I was much younger, Maman used to bring me here, to read up on the histories of France. When she wasn't available, my tutors brought me instead. It holds many a fond memory, this place."

Once again, Jacques' explanation did little to truly explain himself.

The door opened before them by a member of staff, who bowed his head upon noticing who had entered the building, but Jacques paid little and less attention to that. This was not of importance in that moment. "Tell me, did you like to read as a child, Madamoiselle?" Jacques asked, leading her down one of the closer aisles, still not quite explaining himself fully in that moment, but getting closer to the point he was trying to make.

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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Fri Dec 29, 2017 12:06 am

Michelle was aware that the attire she was wearing wasn't exactly the best to get onto a bike, however the shorts underneath her fluttering skirt would stop any chaffing from happening from the leather.

"I sincerely apologize." She let out a tinkeling laugh, her blue eyes lit with fond amusment as she listened to the roar of the machine beneath her legs, the vibration making her purr. The one time that she had driven on a bike, many years ago, when she had only been sixteen and her eldest brother had allowed her to join him on the death machine, Michelle had fallen in love however she hadn't gotten one of her own. She wasn't sure if she would either.

Feeling the soft touch on her hands, Michelle's fingers curled tighter around the fistfuls of shirt she was holding, feeling safe in the Clement Heir's hands. She had no doubt that he wouldn't let anything happen to, it wouldn't do for Jacques to end up having send a woman into a hospital because of reckless driving, even then though, she doubted he would even let a scratch appear on her.

A squeal of cheer left her lips the moment Jacques pulled away from the curb, her blond curls whipping about behind her in the wind, her face pressed against the curve of his back and her thighs were tight against the leather of the seat. She trusted Jacques but at the moment she was too terrified to look though soon enough, the woman dared to peek out from her safe heaven only to gasp at the sheer speed they were going. The images blurred as they drove past many sceneries, each one only visible for a few scant seconds before she was greeted with another and another.

A breathless laugh escaped her lips when they finally stopped, her eyes taking in the beauty of the place. Bibliothèque Mazarine. When was the last time she had been here? A year before her graduation from Beauxbatons maybe. It was beautiful both inside and out, the countless of priceless books that were housed on the shelves inside the library had made even Michelle, who had a vast collection of books herself, salvate at the knowledge hidden in these four walls.

As she slid off the bike, she patted out the creases on her skirt before she started her trek into the library, curiously wondering why Jacques had brought her here. She didn't know and while she cared to find out, for now she would take in the beauty of the place once more.

"I have been here a few times." She replied to his inquiry though it hadn't been worded as a question. "The last time was... six years ago, a year before my graduation from Beauxbatons. I was doing a project for History..." She trailed off, wondering where this was leading.

"I was always fascinated by books, ever since I was a little girl and my brother read me my first book, I wanted to own as many books as possible." The question had taken her a bit off guard but she replied easily. "Reading is something I do enjoy. May I question why you are asking me this Monsieur?" Her voice was soft and while her eyes were looking straight ahead, her attention was focused on the man next to her.
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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Fri Dec 29, 2017 10:39 am

Jacques' lips curled up in to a smile as Michelle let out a small cheer as they moved away. Apparently the witch was quite easy to please -- of course, Jacques would never make such a comment, but he tucked the information away for later use.

And, of course, the laugh that escaped the witch when she dismounted from the machine.

To think, Jacques thought to himself as he followed the witch to the library, I hadn't even put the bike to good use. Still, it was not the heady reaction Jacques had made the arrangements to meet Michelle, no, there was a much more serious, and infinitely more important reason for Jacques' insistence of a meeting that morning.

Michelle confirmed that she'd been to the Bibliothèque before, and Jacques gave a small smile at that knowledge. Beauxbatons... Jacques still deeply wished to have been able to see the school, but, as with any Clement, duty came before self. His duty had not been in France for the seven years of his schooling, it had, instead, been in England, out of the way of his Maman and Papa. "Assuming it was a project on the twelfth to seventeenth century, you had the best resources, then." Jacques replied with a small smile. Though, why Michelle had been to the Bibliothèque before was not the reason for this conversation.

The offer of more information came freely. In the Roux household it seemed that reading to a younger sibling was a welcome thought. Jacques could only try to compare that with his own experiences -- remembering with some kind of fondness about how Elenore had always rebuked his attempts to help her. She never wished to play with his toys, instead throwing them away when she was small, or else insisting they do something else that she deemed to be more fun. Jacques remembered how he'd taken the 'problem' to Maman, who insisted he needed to learn to be patient with Elenore, and soon enough she would open up to him.

And he did, but Elenore was nothing short of stubborn, and preferred the company of Grandmere to spending time with anyone else. Except Papa.

"You may," Jacques replied to Michelle's question of why he was asking of her like for books. The young woman had, inadvertently, put herself in a corner with her response, but Jacques couldn't blame the witch for that. By this time, they'd moved deeper in to the library, the quiet of the place consuming all within it.

"I wondered if you read fervently, it is something encouraged in our families." Jacques explained, he knew the Rouxs, though they were not very influential, they were a French family of some substance. "But, I also wondered how someone who would read so many tomes, books, varying literature... could possibly miss when her étudiant struggled with such things."

There was a small pause.

"Or, perhaps you did." He offered, to allow her a route out. "Your letters to Papa have offered little and less on Mimosa's practicing of both reading and writing. Which... I would imagine would be due to you seeing something in her work that you thought you could work around?" It was a loaded question, verging very tightly on anger, but held back enough to still be polite. Jacques was, without a doubt, questioning Michelle's methods, there was no two ways about that point.

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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Fri Dec 29, 2017 4:52 pm

"I was doing a thesis on the sixteenth century." The witch replied, obviously seeing that this quaint conversation wasn't what Jacques had in mind. The blond-haired witch was smart enough to know that the conversation they were going to have was much more serious than what they were having now.

Her childhood in the Roux household may have been rough due to her mother constantly rebuking her fathers' efforts but that didn't mean that she didn't have one. Having a sibling read a book for her was one of the things that her mother did not know about as she rarely paid attention to what happened at night.

The sudden turn of the topic just made Michelle watch Jacques with a guarded look in her eye; the rest of the sentence made her pause in her thoughts though. This, this was the reason for their meeting. She should've known that Jacques would be the one to question her teaching methods.

The barely veiled insult made the Beauxbaton graduate bristle, her eyes narrowed on the Clement heir. "I didn't." She replied curtly, blandly as she placed one of her hands on the back of a chair, fingers curling around the beautiful wood. "Miss it that is." She added to her reply. "I had a feeling that she had problems with reading and writing, there is no way that a nine-year-old girl wouldn't be able to read a simple letter without help or write one with so many spelling mistakes. Seeing as your family spends more time with Mimosa then I do, I gathered that your family knew. I didn't mention it at all to Mimosa. From my... meetings with her, I found that your sister, more or less, called Mimosa a broken child. I wasn't about to add onto that hurt so early on." Her reply was calm in the face of Jacques anger, she wasn't going to let the boy belittle her and her teaching methods. Just because Mimosa had problems reading and writing, didn't mean that Michelle couldn't teach her. She just had to take a different approach.

"And don't you think the blame here lays on the people that spend more time with her than I do?" She wasn't accusing Jacques but seeing as the Clement family spent more time with the young witch than she did, then they should've noticed first. "I'm not going to let you question my teaching methods without me questioning you and your family on not noticing it first. I only know the girl two years at best, you know her longer than that. How come you didn't notice early on?"
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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Sat Dec 30, 2017 1:46 pm

The question had been rhetorical, but Michelle seemed to decide that she needed to explain the project she'd undertaken anyway. Jacques gave a short nod at the information, a polite acknowledgement that he'd heard and understood the words she'd spoken. His lack of comment would show that course of conversation to be over, and instead they could concentrate on the important matters of today's meeting.

Finding that Michelle had not, in fact, missed Mimosa's learning disability was one that Jacques didn't find encouraging. The witch had not mentioned it to them which Jacques would only see as a shortcoming of the tutor his Papa had hired for Mimosa. But, what was more, Mimosa had explained what had happened to Michelle. Jacques had hoped to keep Elenore's vile comments within the family, but it seemed Mimosa hadn't quite understood the Clement mannerisms. Not, Jacques reflected, that he would blame her for seeking refuge in someone outside the family. Elenore's words had been so very hateful, Jacques would not have been surprised if Mimosa had asked to go home.

She hadn't, though, and for that much Jacques was thankful.

But when Michelle threw it back at Jacques, that was her own mistake. Jacques couldn't help but smile wryly at the witch. "You think that we would have noticed? When Mimosa wrote to us in perfectly formed sentences for years? You think we'd noticed when we were the ones reading to the witch of an evening as he put her bed? Non." Jacques replied shaking his head. "We did not tutor the witch whilst she was at the castle. Not in the traditional sense of the word. And," Jacques added, looking to the witch unfalteringly. "We did notice."

The fact it had been Elenore who had noticed, and not told the Palace spoke the volumes in the situation. Elenore had been trying to save Mimosa's humility, Jacques was almost sure of it, before she exploded in her violent fit of rage. The rest of them had been blinded in their love for the young witch to notice something amiss when the Clement Ward struggled with a word, or refused to read to Jacques, instead asking him to read to her instead. None of them noticed, because they'd been too blind to see.

Jacques walked on, knowing Michelle would follow him once more. "We need to devise a strategy under which we can ensure Mimosa will be able to work comfortably with her... quirk." Jacques explained, he still didn't like to look at the whole situation as a negative, the terms 'learning disability', or 'problem' aloud. Those words would not do well to aid Mimosa in dealing with her dyslexia, and Jacques was going to make sure the youngest Clement had everything she needed. "A Clement must be able to do these things." Jacques added, a little softer, because to admit a weakness of one family member would be to admit a weakness in the whole structure.

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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Sat Dec 30, 2017 11:57 pm

The moment the subject was dropped, Michelle didn't add any further comments. There was no need to and she had an idea that Jacques wouldn't take too kindly to trying in making small talk when their topic turned serious all of a sudden. She knew that she should've taken some painkillers with her because the headache this was going to become, she knew, would be the worst one she'd ever have.

The reason why Michelle hadn't mentioned Mimosa's condition to Louis Clement was purely because she hadn't been too sure whether it was because Mimosa was dyslexic or just because she hadn't been taught how to read. Jacques commenting on the fact though just proved her theory of Mimosa having dyslexia.

When Michelle had been told about the vile words that Elenore had spat at Mimosa, the blond-haired witch hadn't even taken more than half a second to reassure her charge for the day that she was in no way broken. Just special. She hadn't wanted to hurt her young student with what she knew so she strayed her tongue.

"Actually, yes I do." Michelle gave him such a bland look that it must've hurt. "You are not dumb Jacques Clement. There is no way that you wouldn't have noticed if you wanted to." She carefully worded her thoughts but knew there was no easier way around it. "Out of your whole family, I would've expected you to notice first. Mimosa speaks fondly of you, gushing about you all the time and how much time she spends with you. There is just no way in Merlin and Morgana that you wouldn't have noticed." When he added that they did notice, Michelle couldn't help the wry smile that appeared on her lips or the way that her eyes turned away from him as Jacques surface thoughts jumped out at her.

"'We'? Or Elenore?" She questioned, blue eyes focused on the bookshelf just ahead of her, though peripherally she was aware of Jacques watching her.

Following the young wizard once more, Michelle fell into step with the Clement heir, finding their time together to be amicable even if the topic of the conversation was heavy. "Devising a strategy is easy but actually applying it in real is hard." She ignored the way that his voice turned soft or the way that he refused to acknowledge that Mimosa had a learning disability. She wasn't thinking about it like that, so she wasn't going to call her conversation partner out on it either. "Mimosa doesn't have trouble with things if you take it slow but seeing as she's due at Hogwarts soon, she will have problems." The comment was mainly to herself. "There is really no easy way to go about it apart from taking more time to sit down with her and help her read the books and practice her writing."
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PostSubject: Re: We need to talk {Jacques and Michelle}   Mon Jan 01, 2018 9:04 pm

Michelle's continued talking was digging herself a hole she was very much going to struggle to get out of. Add to that, though, that Michelle was currently talking about a child that Jacques was very fond of and would protect at any cost. The slights to himself, and the rest of the family, whilst not ignored were not the most important part of this conversation, though, and Jacques simply tucked those away for later use.

It was as Michelle went with the stupidest answer she could give that Jacques' usually patient demeanour slipped away in favour of his father's anger. Nobody was doing what was needed in that moment, nobody was addressing the issue as it needed to be, and Jacques was growing tired of it all.

His hand moved to the witch's stomach, pushing her sideways in to the large bookcase, his hand staying in place as he held her in place. There was enough force to show he was no longer playing around with her games, but not enough to ever leave a mark on her.

"Enough." Jacques told her, his voice very firm in that moment, letting Michelle know that she had very much overstepped in that moment. "You do not dare to question a Clement, Ms. Roux. Not on a subject as important as this, especially when you, yourself, have done very little to aid the child you knew to be struggling with something like this. Instead... you've done what? Nothing.

"Papa might have believed you to be a capable body in all of this, but I can assure you I do not agree with that. I have never agreed with that." Jacques told her, tone icily cold now. His hand released the pressure on the witch, and Jacques straightened himself slightly.

"Forcing Mimosa to read and write won't aid her in any way, which confirms you have done nothing to research this, despite knowing." Jacques finalised, shaking his head to finally denote his distaste for this fact.

The amicability of the situation was gone now, and Jacques turned away, heading away from the witch in that moment as he thought about what he could do next. Had Michelle not have known, he could have attempted to sort this out with the French witch, but she was inept, knowing and doing nothing about it showed the Clements were entrusting the teaching services to the wrong person.

And yet, Jacques couldn't even bring the problem to his Papa.

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