I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! THE FAMILY'S LAPTOP (AND THE ONLY LAPTOP) BROKE AND WE HAD TO TAKE IT IN TO GET FIXED SO I HAD NO ACCES TO IT! BUT I AM UPDATING NOW!

Not to mention I was gone on a Vacation with my family (which was awesome, BTW!) And had no access to my computer or Wi-Fi for that matter… But, I'm updating now, aren't I?

Apologies for the ramble. Time for reviews! To:

Arwen2712: Yep! Can't have Les Mis without the Les Amis! Please forgive me for my horrible pun. And I hope I portray Enjorlas well enough! And Enjorlas isn't the only prince charming! And as for the Enjonine thing… Well… You'll just have to wait and see. ;)

Sleepykittens1997: Yep! The Les Amis is here! And as for the update soon thing… Sorry!

On with the story!

~Nine Years Later~

Our story now continues to a kingdom known as Patria. Its former King- the Good King Alexandre- ruled his people kindly and fairly. His queen – the Good Queen Charisse- had died after giving birth to the king's one and only child, his son, Enjorlas. While his son was indeed a handsome child, the king felt guilty of depriving him of a mother. So, after his son turned ten, the king met and fell in love with another woman.

Her name was Arabella. Her skin was the color of caramel, her eyes the color of freshly grown spring leaves, lips that looked the color of mocha, and her hair the color of ebony. Soon, Alexandre made her his new queen.

At first, Arabella was kind and respectful to her new husband and child. Showering her husband and step-son with nothing but kindness and affection. But, when Enjorlas turned eighteen, his father became gravely ill and passed away soon after. That is when Arabella started to show her true colors. She started to oppress Patria's citizens, especially those of lower class.

She was also not one who liked to share power. So, not to long after her husband death, she had tried to have her step-son killed. But, he was too clever for her tricks, and he escaped the palace and found a group of friends who called themselves the Les Amis and began to think of ways to take down the now evil Queen Arabella.

Thus, our story begins, once again!

~In the Town Square of the Kingdom~

A man in his early twenties with curly hair the color of gold, eyes the color of the bluest ocean, and his features as stone as marble itself. He was wearing a white shirt under a blood red jacket with brass buttons, dark blue pants, and black boots.

This man was Prince Enjorlas.

He was joined by eight out of nine of his friends. Two of which were on the little make-shift stage (crates staked high on top of each other, a few wooden planks as steps) while the rest were in the crowd. These people were the Les Amis. A group of friends who banded together to defeat the Evil Queen Arabella

There was Combeferre, the philosopher and second-in-command of the group. He always seemed to have a book with him.

Jehan Prouvaire, the youngest member, was the poet and flower expert of the group. He was never seen without his book of poems that he wrote himself.

There was Feuily, a fan maker and the only non-student in the group. True, he was an orphan, but he had practically raised himself.

And then there was Bahorel, he always seems to be looking for a fight of some-sort.

Bossuet, a man with a big smile and the worst luck a man could ever have. Seriously, he's not even thirty and he's already bald.

There is also Joly, Bossuet's best friend and the groups' resident med-student and hypochondriac. Ironically, Joly was in training to become a doctor.

There was also Grantaire, the groups' resident pessimist and drunk. He only joined because, while he didn't believe in the cause (He thought it was crazy to go up against the Evil Queen!) he did believe in his friends.

And finally, there was Courfeyrac. The Les Amis's resident flirt and the person who actually holds them all together.

"When this gonna end?!" A citizen of Patria shouted.

"When we gonna live?!" Courfeyrac, Feuily, and Joly shouted along with more of the kingdom's citizens.

"Something's got to happen now!" Combeferre shouted.

"Something's gotta give!" The entire crowd shouted back to the philosopher before chanting "It'll come! It'll come! It'll come! It'll come! It'll come!"

"Where are the leaders of the land? Where is the queen who runs this show?!" Enjorlas shouted to the crowd. "With all the anger in the land-" He started.

"How long until the judgement day?" Joly shouted.

"Before we cut the fat ones down to size!" Enjorlas shouted, the crowd cheered at this statement. "Before the citizens will rise?!"

The citizens cheered and applauded and whistled at his and his friends, but it all came to a slow stop and only one man was left. He applauded in a sarcastic way as he approached the little make shift stage. He seemed to be only a few years older than Enjorlas and the Amis. He had black, slicked back hair, emerald green eyes, and his smile reminded the Amis of a snake.

"Very impressive, Monsieurs. Very impressive indeed." The man said sarcastically.

"May we help you, M'sieur?" Enjorlas asked the man skeptically.

"Please, there is no need for a formality with me!" The man said. "Call me, Monterparnasse. But you are forgetting one thing."

"And what might that be, Monsieur?" Enjorlas asked dryly.

"That in the end, the people don't care who runs the country, so long as they run it fair and justly. But that is not always the case. And even the people, whoever they may be, the poor, the beggars, the rich, and all types from around the world. They need a distraction from the long, hard day."

Out of the corner of his eye, Enjorlas could see Grantaire glare daggers at this Monterparnasse. Enjorlas tried to think of why the drunk might be doing this, but he couldn't come up with any logical explanation.

"And, good people of Patria, I have just the distraction you need. The entertainment that you all need to see. I have known this person for a majority of my life. This person, this girl, she is the embodiment of Patria herself. Strong, unyielding, determined- and yet- at the same time, she is beautiful, compassionate, and kind to all. This girl, the intoxicating angel, can turn even one man made of stone, into nothing without her presence. This girl, so entrancing, ever intoxicating… She is LA ÉPONINE!"

Monterparnasse made a grand gesture to a nearby street, and Enjorlas heard a few other men shout "LA ÉPONINE!" before Enjorlas saw her. This girl called La Éponine.

Now, Prince Enjorlas was never one to notice the female gender (The reason his friends had called him the Marble Man), but he had to admit, this girl was beautiful. Olive-skin, big, light-brown eyes, and curly, dark-brown hair. But she was young. Didn't look older than seventeen. Enjorlas, despite all of his will-power, couldn't stop staring at this girl. That is until he realized that ninety-percent of the crowd had left the revolutionaries behind.

"Wait, wait!" Enjorlas cried in vain to try and stop the people from leaving.

"Enjorlas! Courfeyrac! R!" A voice from behind the prince called. The Amis turned to see a twelve-year old boy with shaggy blonde hair, big dark-brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin running toward them. "Have ya seen a girl 'bout 'is tall and-" The boy stopped as he spotted Éponine make her way toward the steps of the church, twirling and dancing the entire way there. "Never mind."

"Gavroche, do you know this girl?" Courfeyrac asked, he seemed a tad bit excited.

"O' course I do! She's me sister!" Gavroche told his friend, crossing his arm.

"Well why didn't you tell me?" Courfeyrac's statement gained him a few odd looks from his fellow Amis. "I mean-I mean us."

"Smooth recovery, Courf." Bossuet said sarcastically giving him two thumbs up.

"R told me not to tell any of ya." Gavroche said, nodding toward said drunk.

Grantaire, after he swallowed a bit more of his wine, glared at the child in response. "Gee, thanks Gavroche."

"Why didn't you tell any of us?" Courfeyrac asked.

"I'll answer that question," Grantaire said, taking another sip of his wine. "After you pick up your tongue from off the floor."

With the exception of Enjorlas, laughter was sent through the Les Amis and Gavroche as Courfeyrac glared at the drunk. But the womanizer quickly shook it off and turned to face Gavroche. "Hey, 'Roche how'd you like to come with me to watch your sister dance?"

"I've seen 'er dance before 'bout a hundred times! I don't wanna see it again!" The boy told Courfeyrac.

"Good to hear! Come on; let's go watch your sister!" Courfeyrac said happily as he hoisted Gavroche up onto his shoulders.

"But-But I said no…" Gavroche said before sending the rest of the Amis, but mostly Grantaire, a confused glance.

A few minutes later, Feuily spoke up. "I can see why you didn't tell Courfeyrac about her."

"Well yeah, obviously." Bahorel shrugged.

"Ugh!" Grantaire groaned before he started to head toward the steps of the church. "I'm to sober for this!"

"Wait, he's sober?" Joly asked confusedly to Bossuet, who just shrugged. But before any more could be spoken on that topic, Enjorlas jumped down from the make-shift stage and followed after his friends, with the rest of the Amis in tow.

"Grantaire! Grantaire!" Enjorlas called to his friend. Said drunk turned with a questioning glance to the prince.

"What are you doing? How do you even know this Éponine?" Enjorlas asked.

"The answer to your first question is quiet simple really." Grantaire told him as the rest of the Amis caught up to them. "I'm simply trying to prevent Gavroche, Éponine, and everyone else here from drowning in Courfeyrac's drool. You know there'll be a lot!"

"Can't say I disagree with you on that one, R…" Combeferre said as he spotted said womanizer. He was in the very front row, staring at Éponine the way he does all pretty girls: Stupidly.

"But what about my second question?" Enjorlas asked.

"She's my friend!" Grantaire shrugged. "I watch out for her and she watches out for me! Win-Win!"

"What do you mean 'watch out for her'?" Jehan asked cautiously.

Grantaire glanced to the front of the audience and narrowed his eyes at who Enjorlas recognized as Monterparnasse before turning back to them. "Let's just say… Monterparnasse isn't exactly as nice as he lets on to be." Was all Grantaire said before turning on his heel and shoving his way through the crowd to get to the front of the audience. With The rest of the Amis in tow, and reluctant Enjorlas following them.

As they got closer and closer to the church steps, the Amis were able to get closer looks at her. They found that she was tiny and petite, someone could probably wrap one arm around her waist. They saw that she was wearing a bright red, off-the-shoulder, see-through sleeves, dress that hugged her small figure. She had some sort of tight black fabric wrapped around her waist along with a (fake) gold crown with a (fake) ruby in the center. She also seemed to wear a bright red veil that stretched from behind her ears and covered everything below her nose. But, even because of this, they could see that this girl had freckles across her nose and the top of her cheeks, and that when she smiled, they saw simples under that red veil.

"I've never seen her before have you?" A man in the audience said.

"She is pretty!" His friend told him. Enjorlas, try as he might, couldn't pull his gaze away from this Éponine girl. No matter how hard he tried (And it probably didn't help that this girl was wearing his favorite color).

"I can't believe you never introduced us, Grantaire!" Courfeyrac said, still smiling as Éponine danced in time to the music.

"Can someone 'et me down from 'ere?" Gavroche asked no one in particular. Bossuet started to reach for the boy but Gavroche stopped him. "Not you, Bossy! With your luck, you'd end up droppin' me on my own head!"

Enjorlas saw Combeferre roll his eyes at Gavroche, yet he still smiled, before he picked up the small child and placed him on his own shoulders. Courfeyrac was oblivious the entire time.

"Yep… It's a wonder I never introduced you both." Enjorlas could practically hear Grantaire rolling his eyes at Courfeyrac.

When Enjorlas glanced back at Éponine, he noticed something. She was smiling-no, it was more like smirking- right at him! He also noticed the music started to pick up a little bit. Enjorlas saw Éponine turn her back to the crowd but still sway in time to the music, but he saw her extend her arms upward and twisting her wrists and hands back and forth before she spun back around to face the crowd, her arms extend toward the crowd.

The music started to pick-up a little bit more and Enjorlas saw that Éponine smirking, along with a mischievous glint in her eyes, at him again as she twisted her wrists and hands again. Enjorlas gulped, he didn't like where this was going, but luckily no one heard him over the loud music. He watched awkwardly as Éponine brought her arms above her head for a brief moment before spinning them to her left side. Stopping them in mid-air once they were at her left side. Then Éponine twirled around and then stopped, sending a wink to the crowd (But more specifically to him and the Amis). Enjorlas noticed that she somehow produced a long, black, see-through scarf-like-object that was covered in gold colored suns and stars, which she held onto tightly in both hands.

Éponine stared to slowly make her way toward the crowd from her position toward the door of the church, by this time the people started to clap along in time to the music.. Step by step -but with the way she did it, it was more along the lines of glide by glide- and at the same time bringing either her left arm or her right arm, depending on what foot she stepped forward with first. Left foot forward, right arm up. Right foot forward, left arm up. Never once letting go of her Scarf. But what surprised Enjorlas the most happened next, she had skillfully made her way down the stairs and towards the prince and the Amis!

When she did, she put that scarf of hers to good use. She wrapped it around Enjorlas's neck and uses it to bring his face closer to hers. Despite himself, Enjorlas couldn't help but blush when Éponine placed her lips onto the tips of his nose. But as quickly as she came down the steps, she left his side just as quickly, making her way over to Gavroche, Combeferre, and Grantaire. Combeferre seemed to just be enjoying Éponine's performance but he saw Gavroche and Grantaire looking at him. He could tell that they were trying to stifle their laughter.

But soon, Éponine left the side of the Amis and returned to the steps of the church. Spinning and twirling, her arms stretched out, a smile on her face under her veil. And all too soon, she stopped and bowed graciously to the crowd, who proceeded to throw gold coins at her. He noticed that some of the Amis (Mainly Courfeyrac, Jehan, Bossuet, and Joly) did this as well. But when Éponine looked up and saw them doing this, she glared at the men ever so slightly. But it was still enough to scare them half to death, making them stop.

"What was that all about?" Jehan turned to Grantaire for an answer.

Grantaire just shrugged. "She doesn't like to accept charity from her best friend and little brother, why should she except charity from their friends?"

"But why is she still excepting the people's money?" Bahorel asked, pointing to Éponine who was now smiling and blowing kisses in every direction of the crowd. And yet, Enjorlas could see that she was forcing the smile and by that expression in her eyes, she wanted to be anywhere but there.

"She doesn't 'xactly 'ave a choice!" Gavroche answered.

Before anymore could be said on the subject, Grantaire approached Enjorlas. Not trying very hard to hide the smile on his face. "Apollo, would you mind if I took this and gave it back to Éponine?"

"Give what back to Éponine?"

Grantaire smirked and reached for something on Enjorlas's neck, pulling Éponine's scarf away from the Prince. "This scarf. Y'know, the one she used to tease you with."

Enjorlas glared at the drunk before walking back toward the make-shift stage. Still, his thoughts kept wondering to Éponine, despite how hard he tried to prevent this.

~Fifteen Minutes Later, with Éponine~

Éponine sat in a tiny little tent and had since changed out of her tight red dress and crown. She now wore a sleeveless, white blouse, a moss green skirt that went to a few inches above her ankles and covered in patches of rags to cover up some holes in the skirt, dark brown boots, a brown belt, and a dark brown coat.

Éponine scowled as she thought back to a few minutes ago. All those people, cheering for her pretty face and charming dance. It made her sick. But, she was always able to get through it. All she had to do was think about Marius Pontmercy.

All Éponine had to do was to think of Marius's handsomely freckled face, his beautiful smile, his hair, his laugh, and especially his eyes. Just thinking about Marius now, it made Éponine happy. She was in love with him and she knew it wouldn't be long before he realized he loved her too. She just knew.

"Knock, knock!" Éponine laughed lightly as she turned to see who entered her tent. As she expected, Grantaire and her brother Gavroche entered. What she didn't expect, however, was a handsome man with a boyish like face and curly dark hair followed behind them.

"Bonjour Grantaire, Gavroche and… M'sieur that I don't know…" Éponine said.

"My name is Courfeyrac, Mademoiselle. I saw you dancing a few minutes ago and I was utterly enchanted." Courfeyrac said smiling flirtatiously at her.

Éponine rolled her eye. "You and every other man in this kingdom."

"I tried t' stop 'im Ep! I swear!" Gavroche told his sister, apologetically.

"I gave up after the first two tries!" Grantaire shrugged casually. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out her scarf. "Oh, here! This belongs to you!"

"Thank You, R. I'd be lost without you!" Éponine teased him. Grantaire just winked at her in response.

"Mam'selle," Courfeyrac butted in. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you glare at me and my friends when we threw you some coins. You certainly earned it!"

"I don't like charity, Monsieur." Éponine told him, crossing her arms. "And if I won't except charity from certain people-"

"Certain people!" Grantaire said raising his hand and smiling.
"Right 'ere!" Gavroche smiled raising his own hand.

Éponine rolled her eyes at the two before turning back to Courfeyrac. "If I don't except charity from those two, then why should I except charity from their friends?"

Courfeyrac chuckled. "Fair point, mademoiselle."

"I'm no mademoiselle." Éponine told him.

Before anyone else could say anything, a new voice was heard outside the tent. "Éponine? May I come in?"

Grantaire, Gavroche, and Éponine exchanged slightly scared glances while Courfeyrac just looked at them confused.

"Monterparnasse." Éponine whispered disgustingly.

"Hide!" Gavroche hissed quietly before he and Grantaire dragged Courfeyrac behind a few curtains, ones that Éponine normally changes behind.

"Come in, Monterparnasse." Éponine said, trying to sound indifferent.

Monterparnasse came in quickly after. Smiling a sickly snake like smile. "Bonjour Éponine."

"Bonjour to you as well." Éponine said.

"Are you pleased to see me, 'Ponine?"

"Pleased as a person with the stomach flu…" Éponine muttered.

"Come now, 'Ponine. You must be pleased your old friend Monty?" When Monterparnasse said that, he started to back Éponine into a corner. Fortunately for Éponine, she was backed into the corner that was close to where Grantaire, Courfeyrac, and Gavroche were hiding.

"What do we do?" Courfeyrac whispered to the other two.

"I've got a plan!" Gavroche whispered.

"I love it already!" Grantaire whispered back. Smiling.

Gavroche smirked at the two men and motioned for them to follow him, and the proceeded to crawl out from behind the curtain. Thankfully, Monterparnasse didn't notice them. But Éponine did, so she just decided to play her part in Gavroche's unspoken plan.

"Your old friend Monty who helped you through so much and so little." Monterparnasse said coolly, stroking Éponine's hair with his hand. "Who has always been there for you. Always."

Thankfully, Gavroche and Grantaire and Courfeyrac had reached their destination. A tiny little purple velvet box. The most expense thing Éponine and Gavroche's entire family owned. But inside is what they were really after.

Gavroche opened the box to reveal a set of bottle of various sizes shapes and colors. This was their mother's potion box. It contained every potion she ever made and every ingredient she need to make more. Gavroche and Grantaire picked and pecked at each bottle until they found what they were looking for.

"Look mates, I found it!" Gavroche whispered as he held up a brown bottle that had two words printed on it. Ground Stinkweed. Courfeyrac, catching onto the plan quit quickly, turned to Éponine and plugged his own nose and nodded. Éponine understood the plan quickly and sent him a quick thumbs up, thankfully Éponine didn't notice.

Grantaire, having done this with Gavroche the most, opened the bottle and quickly (and silently) crawled over to Éponine and handed her the open bottle before he, Gavroche, and Courfeyrac ducked behind the curtains again.

Éponine glanced down at the bottle again before finally glancing up to look Monterparnasse. Putting on her best innocent and yet seductive face, Éponine carried out the last part of the plan: Get rid of Monterparnasse!

"You know, Monty," It took all of Éponine's will power to not cringe at the name. "You're right. You have always been there for me and-" Éponine started to pour the ground up Stinkweed into Monterparnasse's pocket. "I just wish I could find a way to repay you!"

"Well," Monterparnasse started to lean in toward Éponine, puckering his lips. "Maybe you-"Monterparnasse's face wrinkled in disgust as he took a big whiff of the air around him. "What is that horrible smell?!

"Oh!" Éponine wrinkled her nose and covered her mouth and nose with her hands. "Monterparnasse, I'm sorry! I was just trying to be polite but-"

"Why didn't you tell me then you little-"Monterparnasse took a deep breath to compose himself. "I'll be seeing you, Éponine."

Éponine waited a few moments after Monterparnasse left to let the air clear before she uncovered her face and laughed. "It's safe you three can come out now!"

All three boys came tumbling out of the curtain, all of them howling in laughter.

"Wh-When you called him Monty-" Grantaire laughed, clutching his stomach. "I nearly died!"

"It took all of my will-power to not dump it on his head!" Éponine laughed.

"So you just poured it into his pocket?!" Courfeyrac asked.

"I can't breathe!" Gavroche said, over come with laughter.

"Well," Courfeyrac said standing up. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle Éponine. But I'm afraid Grantaire and I have to be going."

"Yeah, if we're not back soon, Apollo might pop a vain!" Grantaire joked.

"Apollo?" Éponine asked, perking an eyebrow.

"His real name is Enjorlas. He's the leader of our little group." Courfeyrac told her.

Noticing Éponine still didn't know who they were talking about, Grantaire decided to step in. "He's the guy you teased today with your scarf."

Éponine's eyes lit up in recognition. "Oh, the guy who looked like a Marble Statue!"

Grantaire and Courfeyrac chuckled before bidding Éponine and Gavroche good-bye. Once he regained his composure, Gavroche made his way over to the potion box. "Hey, 'Ponine, 'e still got any o' that stinkweed left?"

"Nope." Éponine smirked.

"Clever!" Gavroche started rummaging through the box, not really looking for anything while Éponine preoccupied herself by cleaning up the tent a little bit. But then Gavroche spotted a new bottle. A glass bottle that had a purple-pink liquid inside. Gavroche turned the bottle in his hands before turning to Éponine. "Was mum in 'ere earlier?"

"Yeah. Why?" Éponine asked her brother curiously.

"I think she putta new potion in 'ere."

"What kind of potion is it?"

"Um it's a…" Gavroche glanced down to the bottle real quickly before turning back to his sister. "Love Potion."

Éponine perked up at this. "Love Potion?" Gavroche nodded and handed it to his sister who read it excitedly. She knew her brother wasn't lying, for the words 'Love Potion' was written in cursive on the front of the bottle. She flipped it over and read the instructions.

'Simply sprinkle this potion into the eyes of your intended and they shall fall in love with the next person they see. WARNING: The effects of this potion are irreversible! Do not allow the intended to look upon the face of the wrong person!'

"This is it!" Éponine thought. "I can use this on Marius! And then we can finally be happy together!" Éponine smiled brightly, tucked the bottle into her coat pocket, and skipped out of the tent happily.

"Wait! 'Ponine where ya goin'?!" Gavroche shouted to his sister. "I should probably follow 'er." Gavroche then smirked and then glanced at the box of potions. He walked over to the box and then started to grab random potions and stuff them into his pockets. "After I borrow some o' these!"

~One hour later~

Éponine finds Marius Pontmercy walking out of the flat that he shares with a few of his friends. And Éponine is extremely happy. For now, Marius will finally love her the way she has always loved him.

"Hey Éponine!" Marius finally noticed her and waved her over. Éponine quickly opened the bottle of Love Potion, which smelled an awful lot like roses, and skipped over to Marius. When he finally looked up at her, she seized her opportunity and sprinkled some of the Love Potion into his eyes.

"Yes! Now he'll look at me, and we'll live happily ever after!" Éponine thought happily. Marius was rubbing his eyes, trying to get out whatever Éponine just put into his eyes. But, the potion had already taken it's affect.

Now, I bet you all are thinking that Marius opened his eyes, looked at Éponine, and fell in love with her right? Well, the part about him opening his eyes is correct. After a carriage rode past causing Marius to glance over to the other side of the street.

He instantly spotted a beautiful blonde girl across the street. And of course, this was a Love Potion that Marius had sprinkled into his eyes. So, of course. When he looked upon her face, he was instantly in love with this girl.

And Éponine knew this too. For when she tried to get him to look at her, he wouldn't even glance in her direction. "Oh no…" Éponine followed his gaze to across the street and noticed the girl he was starring at.

Platinum blonde hair, porcelain like skin, big, round, sky-blue eyes, pale pink lips and a bright smile. "Wait… She looks a lot like…" Éponine narrowed her eyes at the girl. And then it hit her. "It is! It is Cosette!" Éponine thought to herself. Éponine saw a man walk over to Cosette. Cosette happily greeted the man as the two walked off.

"Éponine," Marius asked his friend, his eyes never leaving the beautiful blonde-haired girl. "Did you see that girl?"

"Who? That bourgeois two-a-penny thing?" Éponine said a bit more bitterly than she would've liked.

"Who was that girl? She was magnificent!" Marius smiled dreamily. Then his eyes lit up, as if he had a brilliant idea. "Éponine, will you find her for me?!"

Éponine could feel her own heart breaking. She was about to decline but then she remembered that it was kind of her fault Marius was so head-over-heels for this girl. So instead, she just smiled at Marius. "Of course, Marius. You can count on me."

"Oh thank you, 'Ponine! Thank you!" Marius said giving her a brief hug before he headed off to meet his friends.

Éponine just stood there, watching him go. Fiddling with the glass bottle in her hand. But, before she could leave, Gavroche walked up to her.

"'S the matter, 'Ponine?"

"Gavroche, have you ever had a plan that you thought was so fool proof and then when you put it into action, it blows up right in your face?"

Gavroche was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry 'Ponine, I just don't know how ta respond t' that."

"It's fine Gav." Éponine smiled down sadly at her brother. "Just go have fun at your meeting, m'kay?"

"Ok." Gavroche told his sister. "See-ya later, 'Ponine!"

Éponine watched Gavroche run off in the same direction Marius did before sighing sadly and walking off in the same direction Cosette and the old man did. Stuffing the Love Potion into her coat pocket as she walked.

Once again, sorry for my absence! But I hope this super long chapter made up for it! This chapter is the longest one of this story! 13 pages long! I hope that makes up for my absence! Hopefully I'll see you guys sooner next time! :D