The Musain was fairly vacant as a group of ten students sat around their usual table in the corner. Some had only joined the university back in September, it was now April.
Enjolras flipped open his iPhone when it buzzed. In seeing his sisters name on the screen, his set it down.
"No one important, then Enjolras?" Grantaire asked him. "Did one of the cheerleaders find out your number?"
The rest of his friends laughed. Life was good at the L'universtie du Paris. He had a house he shared with three of his closest friends, Grantaire, Combeferre, and Feuilly.
As Enjolras went to open his text book, Courfeyrac slammed his hand down on the cover.
"You study too much, have some fun!" He said.
"I do, I just don't do the whole drink-myself-stupid kind of fun." He retorted.
His phone buzzed again.
"What the hell does she want!" He yelled. It was the seventh time in ten minutes his sister had text him.
Before he could find out, Grantaire had grabbed his phone from the table and unlocked it.
"Oooh, she's hot." He remarked.
"Fuck off! That's my sister!" Enjolras hit him in the back of the head, snatching the phone back.
"Oh shit..." Enjolras ran his hands through his hair. This is why she texted him so many times.
"What's up Enjolras, you look like you've seen a ghost!" Combeferre said as he set the phone slowly on the table.
"Some beer and say what's going on." Grantaire offered him the bottle and he refused.
"She's run away from home..." He began.
"What?! But you said she's only 15!" Marius exclaimed.
"That was two years ago! She's 17 now." Combeferre had only spoken to her once.
"... She coming to Paris." Enjolras finished and all the boys put down what they were holding.
The phone was stared at as Enjolras dropped his hands to it and dialled her number.
Her voice was heard from the line.
"Finally!" She sighed. "I've been trying to get to you all day!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing Anja?" He used her full name.
"Coming to see my big bro, what else?"
"Mum is going to kill you!" He shouted.
"She'll have to find me first."
"How exactly have you run away from Italy?"
"I'm not totally incompetent like you, Aaron. I booked a train, and I'm almost in Paris now. I set out yesterday from Rome. I'm about half an hour away." She told him. "And don't worry, I've got a hotel booked and all."
"You are not staying in a hotel, by yourself!" He yelled.
The Amis looked around at each other. His sister must know how to really annoy him.
"Try and stop me!" She laughed down the phone.
At that point, Combeferre pulled the phone from his hands and spoke to her.
"Hey, An. Its Combeferre here. Can you stop because otherwise your brother is going to turn into the hulk on us. He's already go this vein pumping out of his forehead." He told her and heard her laugh hard down the phone.
"If it kills him, I've got three other brothers to compensate!" She joked.
"Please, An, just do as he says." Combeferre asked her, putting the phone on speaker and setting it down on the table.
"No, I can look after myself."
"Listen, Anja, as soon as you step off that god damn train, I am picking you up and taking you to my house where you're going to stay until the next available flight back." Enjolras said, deadly calm.
"No, I'm staying in Paris. There is no way I'm going back to mum and dad!" She yelled at them.
"Mate," Grantaire said to him. "Your cars in repairs after the engine blew."
Enjolras ran his hands through his hair.
"So," Anja's voice came again. "Laters bro!"
"Don't you dare hand up the freaking phone!" Enjolras shouted as the line went dead. "I'm going to kill her."
He turned to the faces of his friends, some tried hard not to laugh.
"Combeferre, go and pick her up from the station." He ordered.
"Woah there! This is a family issue, why Combeferre?" Grantaire asked.
"Well she'll think she's being kidnapped if I send anyone else." He said. "And after what you said about her, I wouldn't trust you not to."
"Its fine, I'll go get her." Combeferre sighed, standing up from their usual table in the cafe. Enjolras rose too.
"There is no way you're coming!" He told Enjolras. "You'll probably murder her when you see her!"
"I'll go in your place," Grantaire said, going to the door. "I promise not to make one of my killer moves on her."
He held up his hand like the scouts and made his promise.
"If you do then you two could get re-aquainted in hell." Enjolras said as he watched them leave.
"Chill, I'm sure they know what they're doing..." Prouvaire patted Enjolras on the back as he looked depressed. "I'm the mean time... Why have we never heard of this sister before?"
Enjolras rolled his eyes. This is why he'd never mentioned her before.