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[blondandperfect]

[Sorry, Jack, Hattie's back. She's covered in mud again, and she looks pissed.]

WHAT is going on??

Is there another trick happening at the port!? Whoever started this better fix it right now! 

All of my things are in that house and she won't let me in!

[She then proceeds to whine.]

I want a bath! And my dresses! And my make-up! And my mirror! And my shoes! I can't live like this, I'm a PRINCEEEEEEEESS!

[*sob*]

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[makeflowersgrow]

[Well, Hattie has managed to offend Eponine within her first five words.]

I'm not a nit-wit, Madame. I can read and write like any fine lady.

[She laughs still, though] Madame, I find it funny that you are so dirty, and you cry for a castle and shoes and dresses. This is what I find funny. You will not get far if you cry about them, Madame.

...Who is Ella, Madame?

[blondandperfect]

[Just. As. Planned. Though that satisfaction is short-lived as she continues to laugh. Hattie's eyes narrow.]

What's so funny about that?? All of my things are right inside that house! Do you find pleasure in the fact that I can't get inside my own house? Is that it Lady Nit-Wit?

Ella is the woman who's locked me out! If you don't know her then who are you supposed to be?

[makeflowersgrow]

You are funny. You are like me when I was a child. You must face that you cannot go back and get on with it, Madame.

[She stops laughing though, and her face clouds]

I am not a lady, Madame. Just 'Ponine. Eponine.

[blondandperfect]

Wh- Ho- You-

[She's so flustered, she can't even get the words out! That is until,]

Are you mad? I will not give up that easily!

[Hattie grits her teeth a moment, and eventually decides there's nothing to gain from yelling at this woman.]

Sorry, I'm just.. Aggravated. Can you knock down doors, Eponine?

[makeflowersgrow]

[She shrugs. It's not as if people never yell at her.]

You wish me to break down a door, Madame? Ella's door?

[She narrows her eyes] What will you give me if I do?

[blondandperfect]

What will I give you?

[Hattie looks offended at first, but then strangely pleased.]

Clever. Well then, let's see.. I would be willing to fit you a dress. A fine dress. For free, of course.

[makeflowersgrow]

A dress? Really? It is a deal.

[She loves dresses. She is determined to get that door down]

Madame, where might I find you? I will come now and make this Ella let you in.

[blondandperfect]

I guarantee it. I make a living off designing dresses.

[Hattie tries not to look smug, but she's very proud of herself when the other young lady accepts her deal.]

I am at [she gives the address] in Sector Five. I'll be looking forward to it!