He would come everyday, in a dark green coat, and hat over his light blonde hair. He sat in the corner and tuned the piano. He had a spent few hours each day fixing and tuning it. Enjolras hated it, he found the young man to be annoying with the constant tuning and fixing of the piano.

"I am going to kill him," Enjolras muttered, looking over some plans as a particularly harsh low C note was hit.

"Just think about how beautiful it will be once it's tuned and ready to play." Enjolras' younger sister, Elizabeth, pointed out. She looked at the boy, sticking his hand under the top board to fiddle with the base strings. He was probably not much older than her, maybe 18 or 19. But something about the way he moved bothered her, he didn't move like a man, he could twist and move his body in the way not many people could. After a long few hours of tuning and fiddling he seemed satisfied, stuck his hands in his pockets and walked out the back door.

"Elizabeth," Enjolras whispered, "follow him, I want to know who he his, but do not approach him, I don't want you to get hurt."

Elizabeth nodded excitedly and ran quietly out the back door. She got out the door just in time to see the boy turn right to one the side streets. Elizabeth ran after him. He turned another left, going toward one of the main streets. She saw him pause and take off his hat and pull out a pin. Allowing long, thick blonde hair the run down the coat. He was a her.

Elizabeth let out an audible gasp and the girl turned to see Elizabeth standing in shock. Elizabeth ran to her and grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing, let me go!" The girl cried. She had a soft voice, yet a very commanding one.

"I have to take you back to the cafe," Elizabeth explained, "I'm afraid Enjolras thinks you're a spy for the government. You're not, are you?"

"No!" The girl shook her head, "please don't expose me,"

"And why not?"

"I'm a dancer at the academy, I know Marius, not personally, but I have a class with him. And I overheard about the cafe and a decided to check it out after practice and I noticed the piano and I taught myself how to play when I was a child so I thought I could fix it up."

"How much have you heard?" Elizabeth asked

"Each and every word," the girl replied, showing a bashful smile. She was pretty, maybe not beautiful by very pretty. She was thin, as to be a dancer, and bright green eyes that matched her green coat.

"But don't worry," she continued, "I won't tell anyone."

"What's your name?" Elizabeth asked the girl.

"Claudia, but call me Claude, you?"

"Elizabeth."

Elizabeth sighed, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't know any other girl who knew about the revolution, beside Eponine, but she was mostly interested in Marius. It was exciting to have another girl mixed up in this mess. Because of that she wanted to tell her friends about Claude. But she was worried about her safety, if she joined the revolution she would be put in immediate danger, especially because she was so closely tied to the university as a dancer. If Elizabeth didn't tell anyone about her, Enjolras might continue thinking Claude was a boy and a spy, putting her at risk,

Claude could tell what Elizabeth was thinking, "Please don't tell them." She begged

"And why not?"

"I love the arts, I don't want to have to leave the academy,"

"Okay fine, but whatever happens to you isn't my fault"

"Thank you!" Claude squeezed Elizabeth's shoulder and ran off.

When Elizabeth had returned, most of the students had stopped planing and had turned to drinking. Only her brother and Combeferre were still with the plans. As she entered the room her brother put the pen down a moved over to her.

"So?" he asked

"He's no one, just a student," Enjolras didn't seem to believe her, but didn't want in create a scene in front of the students.

Elizabeth walked over to the other students, all clustered around one table, and pretended to faint into Grantaire's lap. He wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's thin waist while Joly passed her a cup of wine.

"So what did Enjolras want?" Courfeyrac asked, downing the last of his brandy before pouring another glass.

"He wanted me to check out the piano man," Elizabeth replied, nodding toward the piano. Grantaire tugged Elizabeth's waist,

"Check him out? Was he handsome?"

"I would say so, but not nearly enough to tempt me" She smiled to herself, wondering who would find Claude attractive, probably all of them.

"What did you find out about him?" Jehan asked, boredly flipping through a book of Latin poetry.

Elizabeth shrugged, "He's a student at the university, I think he studies music, that's pretty much it."

Grantaire pressed his lips to Elizabeth's hairline and was about to say something when Enjolras looked over and said, "Okay, party's over, we meet here tomorrow, same time." Elizabeth glared at her brother and slid off Grantaire's lap. The students around the table stood up and walked out. Combeferre placed the plans in his bag, nodded to Enjolras, gave Elizabeth a quick kiss on the temple and followed the others out the door.

Enjolras turned to his sister, "What did you really find out about the man?"

"Nothing! He's a music student at the university, that's all,"

Enjolras clearly didn't believe his sister, but didn't want to push it. The two stood up, the elder putting his arm protectively around his younger sister's shoulders. And walked home.