Title: Not Quite Right
Chapter: 1/?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone except for Alexandrie Madeline and Madame Cretsvich. So this means I don't own any incarnation of Enjolras. *sad sigh*
A/N: Okay, hear me out. Enjolras is my favorite character in Les Mis, but I'm known to torture my favorite characters in new and unusual ways.
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Madame Cretsvich was a very lonely old woman. She had never fallen in love, and seemed incapable of loving anyone or anything except for herself.and her cats. She lived in Paris and, well, she happened to be a witch. One fairly sunny afternoon, Madame Cretsvich was outside feeding her cats when she saw him. A group of people had gathered around him and was listening to yet another one of his speeches about rising up against the government. To Madame Cretsvich, he was nothing more than a ruckus.
Meanwhile, a young woman in the crowd watched Enjolras. 15 year old Alexandrie Madeline (or Alix for short) brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her green eyes so she could see him. She had dreamt of France being free. Of being able to have some of the better things in life. She wasn't exactly a gamine, but she wasn't a bourgeois either. After the speech, she saw the crowd leaving and eventually walked up to Enjolras. She looked at him and smiled.
"Monsieur, I'd like to help! I want to make France a republic! I want freedom!" Alix said as if she had been practicing for weeks.
Enjolras turned around and looked at her standing in front of him with a look of confidence and rebellion in her eyes.
"Madamoiselle, revolution isn't for little girls," Enjolras said, trying to dismiss the girl.
"Well, then it's a good thing I'm not a little girl, isn't it?" She said not taking a hint.
"Revolution isn't for women, so why don't you go home and do whatever it is that women do?" Enjolras said as he turned around and headed towards the Café Musain, leaving the girl close to tears. This gave Madame Cretsvich, who happened to be watching, an idea to get rid of Enjolras. She walked over to Alix to 'comfort' the girl.
"Did that boy just break your young heart dearie?" Madame Cretsvich asked in a soothing tone.
"In a way. I just want to help! I just want to be free!" Alix replied, holding back tears. "I wish he knew how it felt to be a girl! I wish he knew how it felt to be thought of as the weaker sex!"
"Well dearie, I know this may not help much, but I want to give you something." Madame Cretsvich said. "I'll be right back, I need to get it from my house." She saw Alix nod and went into the house. She came out with a necklace. It was a simple necklace, but it was gorgeous to Alix. It was on a silver chain and there was a red stone with golden lines running through it.
"Thank you.ummm, what's your name?"
"Alavda Cretsvich. What is your name dearie?"
"Alexandrie Madeline, but I prefer to be called Alix.Madame Cretsvich, what is this? I've never seen a necklace like it."
"This dearie, is a wishing necklace."
"A wishing necklace?"
"It's fairly simple, you put it on, and you make a wish. Then your wish'll come true."
Alix put the necklace on and held the stone in her hand. She closed her eyes tightly trying to figure out what to wish.
"I don't know what to wish for!"
"How about what you were wishing for earlier?"
"Okay. I wish Enjolras know what it's like to be a girl."
Madame Cretsvich smiled at her. She walked over to the girl and put her hand on her back.
"Well dearie, you better head on home." The old witch told her. Alix nodded and stared walking towards her apartment.
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In the back room at the Café Musain, the three members of Les Amis de l'ABC were getting ready for the meeting. Well, they would have been if any of the others were there. Joly and Bousset were discussing their woes. Joly was talking about his latest fatal diseses, and Bousset was telling him about his real woes. Grantaire was sitting in his corner, listening to them, drunk as can be without being dead or comatose. They all heard the door open and saw a girl with blonde hair and saphire blue eyes wearing men's clothes with an angry look on her face.
"Bonjour mam'zelle-" Grantaire said before the girl glared at him in an all too familiar manner.
"Silence winecask," the girl said in a tone that the three friends had heard being used by Enjolras, who looked like he could have been the girl's brother. Joly and Bousset stared at the girl and Grantaire had fallen asleep when Joly realized that the girl was wearing Enjolras' vest.
"Enjolras?" Joly asked with surprise.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone except for Alexandrie Madeline and Madame Cretsvich. So this means I don't own any incarnation of Enjolras. *sad sigh*
A/N: Okay, hear me out. Enjolras is my favorite character in Les Mis, but I'm known to torture my favorite characters in new and unusual ways.
*****
Madame Cretsvich was a very lonely old woman. She had never fallen in love, and seemed incapable of loving anyone or anything except for herself.and her cats. She lived in Paris and, well, she happened to be a witch. One fairly sunny afternoon, Madame Cretsvich was outside feeding her cats when she saw him. A group of people had gathered around him and was listening to yet another one of his speeches about rising up against the government. To Madame Cretsvich, he was nothing more than a ruckus.
Meanwhile, a young woman in the crowd watched Enjolras. 15 year old Alexandrie Madeline (or Alix for short) brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her green eyes so she could see him. She had dreamt of France being free. Of being able to have some of the better things in life. She wasn't exactly a gamine, but she wasn't a bourgeois either. After the speech, she saw the crowd leaving and eventually walked up to Enjolras. She looked at him and smiled.
"Monsieur, I'd like to help! I want to make France a republic! I want freedom!" Alix said as if she had been practicing for weeks.
Enjolras turned around and looked at her standing in front of him with a look of confidence and rebellion in her eyes.
"Madamoiselle, revolution isn't for little girls," Enjolras said, trying to dismiss the girl.
"Well, then it's a good thing I'm not a little girl, isn't it?" She said not taking a hint.
"Revolution isn't for women, so why don't you go home and do whatever it is that women do?" Enjolras said as he turned around and headed towards the Café Musain, leaving the girl close to tears. This gave Madame Cretsvich, who happened to be watching, an idea to get rid of Enjolras. She walked over to Alix to 'comfort' the girl.
"Did that boy just break your young heart dearie?" Madame Cretsvich asked in a soothing tone.
"In a way. I just want to help! I just want to be free!" Alix replied, holding back tears. "I wish he knew how it felt to be a girl! I wish he knew how it felt to be thought of as the weaker sex!"
"Well dearie, I know this may not help much, but I want to give you something." Madame Cretsvich said. "I'll be right back, I need to get it from my house." She saw Alix nod and went into the house. She came out with a necklace. It was a simple necklace, but it was gorgeous to Alix. It was on a silver chain and there was a red stone with golden lines running through it.
"Thank you.ummm, what's your name?"
"Alavda Cretsvich. What is your name dearie?"
"Alexandrie Madeline, but I prefer to be called Alix.Madame Cretsvich, what is this? I've never seen a necklace like it."
"This dearie, is a wishing necklace."
"A wishing necklace?"
"It's fairly simple, you put it on, and you make a wish. Then your wish'll come true."
Alix put the necklace on and held the stone in her hand. She closed her eyes tightly trying to figure out what to wish.
"I don't know what to wish for!"
"How about what you were wishing for earlier?"
"Okay. I wish Enjolras know what it's like to be a girl."
Madame Cretsvich smiled at her. She walked over to the girl and put her hand on her back.
"Well dearie, you better head on home." The old witch told her. Alix nodded and stared walking towards her apartment.
*****
In the back room at the Café Musain, the three members of Les Amis de l'ABC were getting ready for the meeting. Well, they would have been if any of the others were there. Joly and Bousset were discussing their woes. Joly was talking about his latest fatal diseses, and Bousset was telling him about his real woes. Grantaire was sitting in his corner, listening to them, drunk as can be without being dead or comatose. They all heard the door open and saw a girl with blonde hair and saphire blue eyes wearing men's clothes with an angry look on her face.
"Bonjour mam'zelle-" Grantaire said before the girl glared at him in an all too familiar manner.
"Silence winecask," the girl said in a tone that the three friends had heard being used by Enjolras, who looked like he could have been the girl's brother. Joly and Bousset stared at the girl and Grantaire had fallen asleep when Joly realized that the girl was wearing Enjolras' vest.
"Enjolras?" Joly asked with surprise.
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MWAHAHAHA! I'm working on the next chapter! So hopefully it'll be up with in the week.
Look at that button.
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\/ Press that button and feed my starving ego.