Courfeyrac's POV

The air in the café was tense with shock. "You have a sister?!" spluttered Joly.

Enjolras sighed. "Yes, I do."

-EARLIER THAT EVENING-

Bang! Bang! Enjolras was just preparing to leave for the Musain when someone started hammering on his front door. He groaned, but went to answer it, figuring there would be another annoying salesperson outside. Yanking the door open, he called out, "For Pete's sake I don't want anything. Get the hell out of here!"

"That's not a very nice way to talk to your sister, Enjy," an irritating yet vaguely familiar voice answered.

"Wha-?!"

Enjolras looked down. Standing on his doorstep was a girl who looked about thirteen wearing cutoff shorts and a hoodie that looked too small. She had the same piercing blue eyes as him, but had straight dark brown hair- contrast to his golden curls.

"Oh my God… Jennette?"

His sister.

He hadn't seen her since he'd left home eight years ago; he'd wanted to be as far away from his parents as possible.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Mom gave me directions and told me to come here. I kinda need a place to stay for a while," Jennette replied, her eyes glinting; she could tell he was aggravated.

"Well, I can't exactly take you right now," Enjolras snapped at her. "I've got meetings to attend to and stuff."

Jennette smiled smugly. "You have to," she said, pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Enjolras. "Mom told me to give you this in case you protested."

He gingerly took the note, and unfolded it. It was an unmistakably typed note from his mother—her handwriting was terrible.

Enjolras,

Your father and I are going to Vegas for a while and we can't take Jennette with us. Keep an eye on her.

-Mom

Enjolras groaned. He'd be stuck with his sister for who knows how long. "Great," he muttered under his breath. Awful as his parents were, he wished they'd taken Jennette with them.

"So I guess you're stuck with me for some time," she said, reading his mind. A smirk slowly spread across her face. "I don't know when they're picking me up."

"I have a meeting right now," grumbled Enjolras. "C'mon, let's go. I'm late already!"

Jennette raised an eyebrow. "Geez, I just walked across New York City, and now you're making me come with you to some retarded meeting? Real nice," She put her hands on her hips. "You could just leave me here."

"And come home to find half of my stuff broken? I don't think so!" Enjolras huffed. Jennette widened her eyes in mock innocence. Her brother groaned again. "Alright, let's go," Enjolras reached out to grab his sister's arm, but she dodged his grasp. "You'll have to drag me there," she stated, smirking.

Enjolras sighed and lunged for Jennette again, but she jumped back. "This isn't funny," he snapped. "People are starting to stare!"

"They probably think you're trying to kidnap me," she replied, obviously not caring.

"Geez, you're so childish!" Enjolras thundered. He'd lost his temper. "Come on!" Before his sister could react, he grabbed her wrist and started dragging her down the street towards La Musain.

"Would you let go of me?!" screeched Jennette, squirming in his grasp. "You're cutting off my circulation!"

"Calm down!" her brother fired back. "It's not like I'm abusing you!"

His sister flinched as though he'd struck her. With a firm tug, Jennette wrenched herself free and started running down the sidewalk.

"Jennette! Quit being a brat and get back here!" her brother growled in frustration.

She glanced behind her but kept running.

"Jesus Christ! Why are you so immature?" Enjolras yelled, turning around and charging after her.

The chase lasted for ten minutes. Finally, breathless, Jennette slowed down, allowing her brother to catch up to her. He grabbed her arm. "Now we have to walk all the way back," he muttered, turning them around. Jennette stuck out her tongue at him.

"Stop it!" he hissed. "My god, you're annoying as ever."

"Thank you!" his sister giggled.

"Arrrrrgggghhh! You're such a pain!"

"Fabulous! My lifelong goal has been achieved."

The bickering continued until they reached the door of La Musain. Enjolras got his game face on.

"Okay, listen. When we're in there, you've got to keep still and be silent. Got it?"

Jennette rolled her eyes. "Sure, yeah, whatever."

-BACK TO PRESENT TIME-

Still Courfeyrac's POV

The café went through a couple more minutes of awkward silence. Finally, Marius spoke up.

"Wow, Enj, you never told us."

"Yeah,'' answered Enjolras, rubbing his shin. "You can see why."

"She doesn't look a thing like you," slurred Grantaire, drunk as ever.

"No, I think I can see some resemblance," mused Jean Prouvaire. "Yes, same eyes, same expression… only difference is the hair." He walked over and knelt down so he could see the girl's face more clearly. "She's adorable, too!" he added, smiling.

WHAP.

The girl slapped him neatly across the face. Jean Prouvaire stood up quickly, but the girl grabbed him by his shirt collar and pulled him back down.

"Don't…ever… EVER.. call me that AGAIN!" she snarled.

Jean Prouvaire's eyes widened. "Okay, sweetie, calm down…" He backed away cautiously, and hurried back to his seat next to me. "That was scary," he whispered.

"I know," I replied, giving his hand a squeeze.

Enjolras groaned. "Jennette! Would you control yourself?"

"But I hate being called that!" his sister protested.

"Whatever! Just don't go around smacking people, please!" He hid his face in his hands. "Why did I take you in?"

"How old is she, Enj?" asked Joly, clearly hoping to stop things from heating up. "My guess is around ten."

"Thirteen," huffed Jennette.

I raised my eyebrows. "Damn, you're really small."

She shot me a glare. "Shut it,"

"For god's sake, quit it with the attitude!" shouted Enjolras. "You don't need to be a jerk every time someone talks to you!"

Gavroche sidled up to me out of nowhere. "I need to say something," he whispered into my ear. "Can you get their attention?"

I nodded, standing up. "Listen, everyone! Gavroche has something to say."

Everyone turned to the boy.

"Officer Lamarque is dead."