Disclaimer: I don't own Les Amis, though I have a tendency to dress like Grantaire. I don't own the phrase "No one Mourns the Wicked." I got that one from the Broadway musical "Wicked." It's good, go see it.
A/N: My friend Liz issued us a challenge. "Write a drabble about one musical, using a phrase from a completely different one." Thus, this was born.
No One Mourns the Wicked
By Magnolia
They'd been dead now for twenty long years. Dead and nearly forgotten. Enjolras. Corfeyrac. Bahorel. Combeferre. Grantaire, Feully, and Jehan. The people's heroes. They'd fought for what they believed in. They'd died for what they believed in.
But no one remembers that.
They remember these students as cruel demons of the war-mongering sort. They remember them as foolish boys causing terrible riots.
No one lived who remembered the back room of Café Musain. No one remembered the men's little quirks. Enjolras's fire, Combeferre's logic, Grantaire's humor. They simply remembered them as all being wicked.
And No one Mourns the Wicked.