Midnight Phone Calls and Morning Coffee
Combeferre couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Enjolras’
voice on the other end of the call, already filling out the form
on his computer that he had to do for each all he took. He didn’t
need to get the information from the other man anymore.“I doubt you’re expelled,” Combeferre soothed easily, “They
would have informed you of that. It’s probably just a simple
error. Have you tried changing your password?”The best way to fix things was to start from the easiest attempts.
“Try changing it now, and if that doesn’t work then I’ll check our
system to see if there was a block placed on your email.
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It seems so deceptively simple,
as though Enjolras hadn’t already
tried it five minutes ago but with
Tristan on the line, he thinks, well
why not? He has magic, after all.
( It’s the only way to make sense
of how he’s able to fix everything
that happens to Enjolras’ computer. )
”I think they blocked me. It says,
well– to contact you. Maybe this
is how the administration plans to
rid of me. Make me fail so I’ll leave.“
He only half believes it and it’s
in the heavy layer of sarcasm of
his words as he leans back in his
chair, back twinging from being
hunched over for so long. ”That’s
cause for a lawsuit, right?“