Combeferre and Feuilly and a witches/wizards AU please?
“‘Become a wizard,’ they say,” Combeferre growled, trying and failing to extract his foot from a pothole filled with… something. “'Learn the true, unedited history of the mankind,’ they say. ‘Advance the human race by understanding and accepting it in it’s darkest form.’ They do not say 'And by the way, learning to understand humanity is a lot smellier than you might expect and is probably going to result in a very untriumphant death by cholera.’”
“Oh come now, surely you are not saying that you don’t find our current preoccupation to be most edifying,” Feuilly answered, genuinely surprised, even as he had to admit that the idea of braving the rancid smell and darkness of Parisian sewer system during a hot summer day had never been high in his list of priorities.
Combeferre glared balefully into the impenetrable darkness that was determined to become the sole owner of his left shoe. “I do no like getting my feet wet.”
