The audience was in stunned silence, the way Enjolras loved it.
"Now," He said loudly so the entirety of the captivated people could hear him, "Is there anyone here who does not believe that our magic is real?"
Not a soul dared to speak up. Enjolras smirked.
But then came a slurred voice from the very back of the crowd.
"Yeah, um, I don't! Magic is bullshit!"
Enjolras' gaze turned sharply to the man who had yelled out. He was probably not much older than Enjolras himself and was staring at the magician defiantly.
Enjolras forced an annoyed smile.
"Well, sir, why don't you come on up to the stage and see if we can change your mind. Bahorel, would you kindly bring the doubter up here?"
An usher roughly grabbed the man's arm and half-dragged the stumbling man up to the stage.
"Now, what's your name, non-believer?" Enjolras questioned the man.
"Grantaire," the man looked at the handsome blonde in suspicion, "Whaddare you gonna do?"
"I'm going to make you believe," Enjolras' ice blue eyes gazed into Grantaire's coldly, for a second then turned to his assistants, "My lovely assistant Jehan will help me with this trick." Enjolras beckoned his friend with a nod of his head and a boy with flowers twined into his golden hair stepped forward.
"Now," Enjolras turned back to Grantaire, circling him like a lion about to pounce on prey, "When I say sleep, you're going to sleep. And when you wake up, I'm going to make you believe."
"What's the flower child for then?"
"You might never know," Enjolras' smirk got wider, "Now, sleep."
He snapped his fingers and Grantaire suddenly keeled forward into Enjolras' arms. The audience applauded.
"Now, Jehan, come here. Try to lift Grantaire for me."
Jehan's tried to take Grantaire from Enjolras, but the man was too heavy and Jehan stumbled under his weight.
"He's a rather hefty guy, right?" Jehan nodded, "Why don't you try it now?" Enjolras snapped his fingers again and Grantaire started levitating.
"He's not attached to anything is he, Jehan?" Enjolras asked.
"No, of course not."
"Prove it."
Jehan produced a hula hoop out of midair and encircled Grantaire with it to prove there was nothing beneath him or above holding him up.
"Let's see what he has to say about it?" Enjolras snapped his fingers again.
"Wha-what?!" Grantaire's eyes flew open.
"You're flying," Enjolras informed him.
"I… what?"
Grantaire twisted his head to see that he was hovering several feet off the ground and basically flipped out.
"How are you..?!"
"Magic," Enjolras grinned, "And that concludes tonight's show! Thank you very much, you've been such a great audience! Good night!"
The audience applauded loudly, standing up in their chairs. Then the lights to the stage went out. There was a thump and a loud curse and then the lights came back on. Enjolras and his assistants were gone, leaving only Grantaire on the stage. He had stopped levitating and had promptly fallen on his butt.
The people laughed and cheered and finally filed out of the theater.
Grantaire grumbled, picking himself off the ground. He groaned and rubbed his now sore butt and realized that something was missing.
"Those little fuckers stole my wallet!" He yelled to no one in particular.
