A little smile won't hurt {Open}

[ISABELLE ♥ LANOIRE]

'Réveillez-vous... Come on, Ma Belle...' Tired eyes squinted at the motherly figure hovering as she ruffled the sheets. Isabelle lifted her hands to her face rubbing her eyes as she shook her head. "No...Muh-mee..." The sun was warm as it filtered through the window and onto the foot of Belle's bed. She had no desire to wake up so early on a weekend, but now that her mother was shaking her from her bed she had no choice, but to beg. "J'ai encore sommeil..." She murmured, but with a stern look from her mother,was quickly quieted. Grudgingly the girl slid from her bed pouting at her mother who was already busying herself with the sheets. Victoire paused and drew her baby in close, kissing her on the crown of her head before nudging her in the direction of the bathroom.

The minutes passed and before she was even fully awake little Belle was dressed and trotting down the hall towards the banquet hall. It had been somewhat the same routine since they arrived at St. Gabriel. Mum would have her up dressed and ready to go, mostly because she was worried so much sleep would stunt Belle's growth.

Some mornings Belle was lucky enough that her mother would take them out into town and they'd have breakfast at some nice restaurant before picking up ice cream on the way home. While Belle often missed her father, it was nice just the two of them together. The air smelled of syrup, tater tots and freshed brewed coffee. It grew stronger and stronger the nearer Belle came to the banquet hall. Finally she breached the doors and the scents bombarded her nose.

Most Saturday mornings were fairly empty and as she scanned the room it was just as she suspected. The early birds, yoga enthusiasts and runners were the only one's occupying the room. Belle suspected the rest of the students were sleeping in enjoying the weekend like a normal human being. Instead she was awake shuffling around as she collected some yogurt, fruit and of course Belgian waffles to start her day. She took a spot off to the side, at one of the tables bathed in sunlight. Dragging one of the newspaper towards her, she flipped the page reading each of the article as she nibbled on her breakfast.

She must have been an odd sight, because of her age, but for Belle this was her new life and hardly anything about it bothered her.

[ETIENNETTE ♥ LECLAIR]

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[ISABELLE ♥ LANOIRE]

Belle's quick eyes ran over the page quietly as she waited for her mother. Mum was old french, very tidy, very fashionable and very polite. She had made sure that although Belle grew up in England, she received reminders of her proud lineage. She hadn't made it through half the page or her fruit when a voice scrambled her thoughts. Up her eyes went until she met the smiling face which had greeted her. Belle didn't quite know who she was, but something about her seemed familiar. Perhaps it was the same bright attitude her mother character, she wasn't sure. With a small nod Belle closed the newspaper and gestured towards the various empty seats at the round table. There wasn't a need to reserve a seat for mum, because no matter where the lady decided to sit, mum would still have an open seat beside her.

"Yes, but you can call me Izzy or Belle. Whichever suits your fancy Ma'am." Her voice was bright and tender, touched with an accent clear of her upbringing in Glaucester, England. It was not nearly as interesting however as Mum's accent. Belle had always found it funny, because it was as if one accent was fighting with the other trying to displace it, but Belle knew no matter how hard the English tried, the French wouldn't go. "Have we met before or perhaps you known my Mum?" Belle wrinkled her nose a bit at a piece of mushy fruit and moved it to an empty part of her plate. Kicking her feet lightly she spoke again "I'm not really supposed to talk to strangers, Mum doesn't like it."

Isabelle shook her head tousling her brown locks. Her hands made busy with her waffles cutting them into squares like her mother had done for her for so many years. For the longest time Mum had been struggling with letting go of doing the little things for Belle, but knew that her petite fille would no longer be so little for long. "But you look to nice to be dangerous and I can't leave you standing there can I? Because that wouldn't be very polite." She forked a piece of the waffle covered in chocolate and maple syrup and whip cream. "I talk a lot. Mum says it's just because I'm young and adorable, but I think it's just because I'm not shy, you'll have to excuse me." A grin broke across her lips as she took a bite of her waffle finally silencing her perky little voice.

[ETIENNETTE ♥ LECLAIR]

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[VICTOIRE ♥ LANOIRE]

The light filtered into the room filling the space with the warmth it always seemed to hold. Victoire stared absentmindedly out the window holding the pillow against her face. The scent of her daughter was sweet, natural and had pieces and remnants of a husband she had loved so dearly. With a blink she passed the thoughts away finishing the tidy work as she settled the pillow in its place. Belle was growing up and it was hard for Victoire to think that one day she would have to release her butterfly into such a dangerous world. As she finished up Tori smoothed out her simply white dress as she locked the door on her way to meet her daughter at the banquet hall.

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"It's a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Leclair. " A bright smile parted her lips flashing a set of almost perfect white teeth. She had lost most her baby teeth, but had four which sat begrudgingly in the back of her mouth. Mum had eyed her with frustration when Belle had admitted she knew that it was her own mother placing money underneath her pillow. It was a funny incident and although Belle no longer believed, her mother still gave her money for lost teeth simply because she didn't want her little Belle to grow up.

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Before Belle could answer her, Victoire gave a slight hip nudge to her daughters chair causing the girl to giggle. With a gentle grace she set her plate down on the table sitting beside her daughter. It took her a moment to realize there was another body at the table and with a raise of both her brows she smiled. "Oh hello there!" She cooed, waving her hand slightly. She could have reached across the table to shake her hand, but she knew if she had her mother's spidey senses would tingle and Victoire would have a talking too.

She thumbed through the mental list of names blanking until her daughter placed a hand over here's. "You're Etiennette correct? The French teacher..." It was a quick save and Tori was very thankful on her daughter's part. Having a telepathic daughter made a lot of things easier and it certainly helped in situations when Tori's human memory failed her or when she needed to see something in a different light. What was more delightful was that it made communication between them easier and it brought them a great deal closer. "Victoire Lanoire, choir director, but you can call me Tori."

Her eyes drifted over her daughter's plate noting the neatly cut squares. Belle shot her a giggly look and she simply shook her head. "Silly girl... So Etiennette, how have classes been?" Victoire gave a quick glance towards the fellow staff member before directing her own attention to her plate. She had settled for the waffles loaded with fruit because they hadn't made crepes this morning.

[ETIENNETTE ♥ LECLAIR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Meeting new people, in Etiennette's opinion, was a wonderful experience. So, she was genuinely pleased to meet Isabelle. She was about to say that very thing, when a woman appeared and nudged Belle's chair, causing a fit of giggles. She then preceded to take a seat at the table. All the while, Ettie searched her mind for a name, and finally found it. She was the new choir director. Ettie didn't have to say anything though, as the woman introduced herself as Victoire Lanoire, the choir director. "You are correct, and it's a pleasure to meet you Tori." She replied in her usual cheerful voice, friendly smile evident. A smile spread across the faery's lips as she watched mother and daughter interact. It was heartwarming to her. she'd always loved children, and wanted to have some of her own one day. She just hadn't found the right person to settle down with. Sure she'd had a few short relationships, but because she was moving around so often she'd never really been in a serious relationship before. It did seem however, that she might be staying on the island for awhile. At least as long as the holy cross was around. Maybe she'd actually be able to find someone in that period of time. Her little time of dreaming ended as Victoire asked about her classes. The year wasn't even half done yet, but so far her classes had gone fairly well. Other than the odd problem student. "Good I suppose, I have the odd bad day, but I really do love my job." She replied. "What about you? How are you settling in here at St. Gabriel?" Ettie added, these next words forming a question. 285 words, outfit, blah blah blah

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Belle was content to eat quietly allowing her mother the introduction. Since they had arrived at St. Gabriel Victoire had been more interested in her daughter’s adjustment rather than her own personal comforts. It had often bothered the little girl, but she supposed it was a normal motherly function. There was a lot that Victoire would sacrifice for her daughter and regardless of what others thought she obtained a lot of joy in seeing her petite Belle happy. It explained a lot about the pair who sat across from Ettie. The two of them did almost everything together and when someone entered their room in the dormitories they literally felt at home. It was warm, welcoming and decorated to suit many of Isabelle’s interests with a flair of vintage French décor from Victoire.

“Yes, but of course the dark must come before the dawn.” Victoire brought the warm mug of coffee up to her lips savouring the rich smell as she indulged in its warmth. She hadn’t been much of a coffee drinker, but Belle was becomingly increasingly interested in a variety of things which often kept them up to the late hours of the night so coffee in the morning became somewhat of a necessity. “What I mean is that bad days just allow us to appreciate the nicer days even more.” Regardless of the pain and the suffering that life had put Victoire through, she retained her optimism. Though it had taken her husband it had allowed her to keep her beautiful and ever precious daughter. For that, she was eternally grateful.

As she always did, Victoire gave a sideways glance at her daughter watching her eat and momentarily checking to see if the girl needed anything, but as independent as she was becoming of course there was nothing that needed attending to. Instead she smiled at her mom before filling he mouth with another bite of waffles and so Victoire settled to do the same and continue eating. Between bites she dabbed neatly at her lips before answering Ettie’s question. “Fairly well. I thought it might be hard to adjust seeing as we come from England and I am originally from France, but it seems Belle and I have been doing just fine.” A small smile crossed her lips as she thought of her students. Choir was a delightful class and it took her mind off the dangers in the world. “It’s lovely here and I think it’ll be good for us. Do you know the island well?”