Courfeyrac's POV

The voices of everyone at La Musain that evening grew, forming a din that could be heard from out in the street. I checked the clock on my iPhone- 7:30. Half an hour after the meeting should have started, if Enjolras-our leader- hadn't been late. Grantaire leaned towards me. His breath, as usual, smelt like alcohol. "What's keeping Enj?" he said loudly, trying to be heard over the noise in the Musain. "It's not like him to be this late."

I shrugged. "Who knows? It could be anything."

"Maybe he's finally taken our advice gotten himself a girlfriend!" laughed Feuilly, pouring himself another glass of wine.

The café door slammed, startling us. Enjolras stalked in, dragging behind him a young girl. He marched into the room, and deposited the girl in a chair.

"Sit still, and keep your mouth shut," the leader in red hissed.

The girl responded by kicking him in the shin.

Enjolras winced, but stood his ground. Then he caught sight of us all staring him.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Combeferre piped up, "Hey Enjolras, how come you're so late? And who's the kid?"

Enjolras gritted his teeth. "My sister."