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Azelma visibly gaped as she sat in the front seat of the car and the house of Enjolras' parents came into view. The walks of the house were made from bricks and were neatly painted a pure white, although a huge portion of the house was clear glass and you could clearly see inside to see something even more marvellous than the outside of the house. From what Azelma could see, she saw a white plush sofa, a white furry rug placed over a cream carpeted floor with a fireplace with a marble surrounding.
The garden was just as incredibly magnificent as the rest of the house, with neatly trimmed bright green grass that almost looked fake. There was a white stone water fountain with perfect blue water gushing from it.
Azelma partially hated them. Why could they live in such a nice house and lead a life of luxury? It wasn't fair.
"It's so big," Henry gaped, earning a slap from Gavroche.
"Shut it, Hen," Gavroche scolded, "you sound stupid."
"I told you not to call me Hen," Henry whined, "Enjy, Gavroche called me Hen!" he squealed in complaint.
Enjolras looked at the arguing pair through the inside rear-view mirror. "Gavroche, no calling Henry Hen, Hen- Henry I mean- no squealing," Enjolras awkwardly and hesitantly scolded the bickering pair, causing Azelma to let out a bark of laughter.
"Monsieur Enjolras, you shall never control my brothers," Azelma chuckled, "except possibly Luke."
"Ya can't control me neither!" Luke exclaimed in protest, crossing his arms over his chest.
Enjolras chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the young boy, but didn't reply to the small boy's outburst. He parked his car outside of his parents' house and got out from the car, sending a nervous glance at the direction of the mansion. What would his parents think about this? They could easily send them all away… If they did, where would the poor children go? They had nowhere to go and had no family presides each other. Enjolras would admit that he pitied the children, but Azelma was wrong in thinking that was his reason for helping them. He was helping them because he cared, he genuinely cared.
Azelma got out from the car, bossily ordering her younger brothers to copy her and get out from the car. The boys ignored her and rudely crossed their arms over their chests in unison, not saying a word to her. Azelma raised a questioning eyebrow and gave them a pointed look, which made them immediately unbuckle their seatbelts and dash out from the car.
Azelma allowed herself to give a tiny small, proud of how easily she could get her brothers to do what she wanted.
The four Thenardiers jogged behind Enjolras, barely keeping up with his fast strides. "Wait up Enjy!" Luke called, almost tripping over the untied laces of his worn out sneakers.
Enjolras turned around to face them and frowned slightly when he saw that they were all about a mile behind him and Luke's untied laces. "Can't you tie your laces?" he asked, having learnt how to tie his laces when he was only four.
"No, my mama and papa never taught me," he answered, "but Eponine taught Henry how to. She tried to teach me but I wasn't no good," he said, "can you tie them?"
"Okay," Enjolras replied, quickly walked over to the young boy and tying his laces. "Now come on."
Luke quickly stood up and grabbed Enjolras' wrist so to not be behind the rest of them.
Once at the door, Enjolras hesitantly knocked on his parents' door.
There was a quick answer.
"Enjolras?"
"Hello mother."
His mother's first reaction to him was undoubtedly shock, but she soon threw her arms around him, telling him how much she had missed him.
Christele Armath was a kindly old lady with blonde hair that she never bothered to dye so had many grey sections in it and was gradually turning more grey than blonde. She had the same piercing blue eyes as Enjolras and had only a few wrinkles. She looked very much like Enjolras and looked quite young for her age.
"I've missed you too," was Enjolras' curt reply.
Christele smile warmly at her son and looked over his shoulder to see Azelma, Gavroche and the twins awkwardly standing behind Enjolras looking at the pair's awkward reunion. "And who are these little darlings?" she asked with her ever present smile.
"About that, could I speak to you and father about them?" he asked in a whisper.
"Of course son," his mother replied in a quiet whisper, "perhaps one of the maids could entertain them while we chat."
"That would be fantastic. Thank you," Enjolras thanked, offering his mother a small smile which was something that he rarely gave out.
"It's no problem darling, now come in and bring your friends with you," she instructed, nodding at the four Thenardiers.
The Thenardiers hesitantly stood still and looked at Enjolras questionably, so he gave them a small nod of encouragement before following his mother into the house.
Once they were all in the huge hall of the house Christele fetched one of the maids who brought the four Thenardiers into a separate room, offering them drinks and snacks.
Enjolras walked into one of the many living rooms in the house and sat down on one of the black leather sofas. "You wait here," his mother said kindly, "I'll get your father."
Enjolras nodded and patiently waited on the sofa until, a few minutes later, Christele entered with his father, Adrian.
Adrian Enjolras was, in short, a foul man. He had the same blonde hair as Enjolras which was –to his wife's envy- still entirely blonde with not one grey hair on it. He had almost the exact same eyes as Enjolras. In fact, he looked so much like his son that he looked as if he were Enjolras from the future. However, you can never judge someone from appearance as the two were as different as possible.
Adrian was a stone cold lawyer whose only true passion was for his work, not even his wife who most people found it impossible not to love.
Once, a long long time ago, when both Adrian and Christele were in their early twenties, Christele had a string of admirers that seemed to go on forever- as did Adrian… but for… different reasons. Once, when Adrian was a truly passionate man, he… fought off Christele's boyfriend so that he could date her. Christele found it extremely romantic and fought that the horrible man was only there once, that Adrian was really a brilliant man.
She was wrong.
The horrible man never did make another appearance, not until after they were married. And of course, Christele could never leave him, not after she had Enjolras.
"Hello Adrian," Enjolras greeted curtly.
"Hello Enjolras," Adrian replied, walking into the room and sitting on one of the sofas somewhat cautiously.
"So sweetie," Christele said, sitting down beside her husband and trying to stop the tense feeling throughout the room. "What is it that you need?"
"Well…" Enjolras begun awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say, "you know those four kids?" Christele nodded, Adrian crossed his arms. "The girl is Azelma, the oldest boy is Gavroche and the twins are Henry and Luke," he said, feeling that he should introduce them. "Their older sister is currently in the hospital, unconscious due to injuries that their parents caused." He paused, making sure that they were taking everything in, then continued.
"We got an urgent call at work from Azelma, so we rushed over to their house. We found the parents to be gone and Eponine lying unconscious with the poor children surrounding her." he was telling the story as detailed as he could, hoping that they would feel sorry for the orphans and agree to take them in.
"They have informed us that their parents hitting them was a regular thing and they usually did worse, particularly to their eldest, Eponine."
"Get to the god-damned point, boy!" his father shouted.
Enjolras took a deep breath, containing his anger. He was telling them a truly heart-breaking story and his father didn't even care.
Christele though, had wide eyes and was biting her nails slightly, muttering things like: "Those poor, poor children."
"The point is," Enjolras began, almost spitting the words at his father, "is that the children have nowhere to stay and I was wondering if they could stay here," he said, not showing how nervous he was.
His father didn't care. So what if he said no? Where would they go? There was no room in his apartment, it was only a two person apartment. Where would they stay? What would become of the Thenardiers?
"N-" Adrian begun to say, but stopped after he received a stern look from his wife.
"Come, Adrian, we can talk about it, okay?" Christele asked, staring at her husband with wide, pleading eyes. He sighed and followed her into the hall.
Enjolras let out a sigh of relief and thanked the heavens for his mother.
A few minutes later, the two entered the room again.
"Yes," Christele smiled widely as she entered the room, a frowning Adrian following her. "They can stay for as long as they need."
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