We shall now remember that our Enjolras has a past, and there are those that worry for him. In his sanity, during the time he was planning to overthrow the government, Enjolras and some of his close friends (among which was Grantaire) had formed a little group known as Les Amis de l'ABC, a pun at which it would not be wise to laugh.
During this time one of these friends, a Marius Pontmercy, had begun planning his wedding. He wanted to invite all of Les Amis, but the idea of a knight-errant and his squire attending did not suit his grandfather, nor, to be completely honest, Marius and his future wife, Cosette Fauchelevant.
Along with several of Les Amis, Marius and Cosette went to the chapel to consult with a priest. They planned to confess their prejudices so that they could invite Enjolras and Grantaire to their wedding without second thought.
On the way, however, a cloud in the sky suddenly opened. Angels sang and Cosette, a convent girl, shielded her eyes from what must be the glory of God.
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, CHILDREN?" boomed a voice.
Marius, knees shaking, stepped forward. "To the confessional, my Lord. We are guilty of prejudice against our friends."
"DOST THOU MEAN THAT ODD LITTLE ENJOLRAS CHAP?"
"Well... yes. How did you know?"
Cosette poked him. "He's God, dear."
"Ah, right."
"THAT ENJOLRAS NEEDS TO BE CURED!"
Marius looked at his wife and friends. "Well, we're only thinking of him."
"Woe!" Cosette sighed.
The rift in the clouds closed and the music of angels ground to a halt.
"But wait!" Marius cried, "how are we to cure Enjolras?"
Cosette tugged at his sleeve. "I have an idea, my dear."
Marius leaned in to listen as Les Amis huddled round.
A/N- I don't know, I guess I just feel like the chapters should be short so I'll have enough to make this a legit fic. As to Eponine being a super-duper romantic name, you are absolutely right, of course, but Enjolras is insane, so I'll let it slip. Good point, though.