Hey guys. I'm sorta new to this fandom but I'll do my best. I know this chapter is short, even for my taste, but I'll update once or twice a week. I hope you enjoy. R&R
Disclamer: I don't own anything... which is a huge bummer.
Chapter 1 Quel est son nom?
Enjolras was minding his own business as he sat in the Café Musain, reading from one of his many political philosophy books to use as a source for a speech in front of General Lamargue's residence the evening after next when he was most annoyingly interrupted by a small, but curious voice.
"No I do not know when Marius will arrive, mademoiselle" the blond replied to the question a certain annoying brunette asked, "and I don't know if he will make it tonight."
The girl gave him a questioning look since Marius rarely misses any sort of Les Amis events, especially near the time of a rally. Enjolras noticed the look on her face and added, "You of all people should know where he is."
That came out harsher than he planned because she looked shocked and furious, which made him wince and wish to apologize. She opened her mouth to come up with a witty come back, but nothing came out. Enjolras's nose was back inside his stupid book titled Discours sur l'origine et les fondements de l'inégalité parmi les hommes (Discourse on the Origin and Basis of Inequality Among Men). This just pissed her off more. He made a rude comment about her attraction to Marius and before she could reply, went back to his stupid reading.
"You know the people might not know what those large, law-school-level words mean, monsieur" the brunette commented after a few minutes of him reading.
"How so?" the blond didn't look up at her.
"Many probably don't know who Jean Jacques Rousseau is, monsieur" she went on, "also… many don't care what's going on. They worry about what food they need and a where to sleep."
"That is my cause, mademoiselle" Enjolras scribbled a few notes on a piece of parchment, "to let the people have food and shelter. I want them to have the same rights the upper-class is privileged with."
"And rights would do what exactly?" She questioned, "We'll still starve. No shelter." Enjolras looked at her as her voice is getting softer and softer, obviously showing her embarrassment.
"Then what do you suggest, mademoiselle?"
"I don't know" the girl said with a matter of fact tone, "I'm not the politician."
Then in walked Marius and it was Enjolras's turn to be pushed aside as she was by his reading. Enjolras realized that was the first time he has spoken to her.
What was her name again?
It took him a few minutes and during which he watched her pine after young Marius. Marius said his hello, but that was it. Enjolras frowned with disgust.
That is no way to treat a lady, especially one as beau−
Just then Combeferre clapped him on the back, making the blond jump slightly. "You okay, Enjolras?" Combeferre wore a concerned visage because his best friend normally didn't stare out into space. Enjolras just nodded and stood from his seat, the people around the room soon found seats and their eyes met again.
Her eyes bore into his. They were chocolate brown and but didn't look as sweet. They were sharp. The girl was critiquing him, sizing him up.
Éponine…
Enjolras took a deep breath and went straight into the night's meeting.
End note:
Quel est son nom: What's her name.
Please tell me if that is right... since I don't know much French besides saying "Hello" "Yes" and "I don't speak French" - Sad right?