A/N: This is my randomness combined with conversations between me and my friends in gym class. I call it The Mizzie Olympics.

"Hello and welcome to The Mizzie Olympics," greeted Jean Prouvaire, who had volunteered to be the announcer. "It's a beautiful day in Mizzie Stadium. The first sport on out agenda- Agenda. Hm......That's a nice word. Maybe I'll work that into a poem someday......."

"Prouvaire!" came a voice in the background . It was Jehan's boss, Sophie.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Anyway, the first sport is.........Badminton! We have a while until the game starts, so here to give her views on the games is owner and operator of Mizzies Stadium, and the games themselves.......THESANITYSTEALINGPENGUINQUEEN!" TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen walked into Jehan's announcer booth.

"Are the capital letters really necessary?" she asked. "They imply that I"m shouting," he told her. "So, what gave you the idea for these games?"

"I was bored, and I was in gym class. I was playing badminton against my friend Lizzy, who goes by the name of Javert, and she said it would be funny if the actual Javert and the actual Eponine played badminton against each other."

"So what inspired you to get off your lazy arse and set up the games?"

"A conversation and a football game in gym class."

"So anything said here comes from your gym class?"

"Except for you," she told him. "My school can't afford an announcer," she sounded as if that fact was keeping her from getting a good education.

"Ok......That was odd. Alright. The players are entering the arena. We have.......Inspector Javert of the Paris Police Force," a section of the crowd cheered and held up signs reading 'We love you Javvie!' Another section of the crowd booed and pelted him with dirty socks. They waved red flags over their heads and screamed "Vive la Republique!" Javert stuck his tongue out at them.

"Javert's opponent, Eponine Thenardier!" a larger section of the crowd cheered. TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen, who was still sitting next to Jehan screamed. Loudly. Into his ear. "Ow! Damnitt S.S.P.Q!"

"Hey," TheSanityStealingPenguinQueen objected. "You can't use that abbreviation!"

"I can and I will!" Jehan argued. TheSaintyStealingPenguinQueen muttered something and left the booth.

"Javert serves! Eponine attempts to hit it, but she fails. The serve. Oh! Eponine hits it over Javert's head!" Eponine let out a triumphant "Ha!"

"'Ponine's serve. Out of bounds! Sorry Eponine. No point for you. Javert's serve. Nice return Eponine! Excellent smash by Javert. A clear by Eponine! And it's out!"

"This must be why Marius doesn't like you," Javert told Eponine down on the court.

"What?" Eponine was confused.

"Did you know Cosette is an excellent badminton player?" Javert asked her. Eponine hit the ball over Javert's head.

"Why would I? And how do you know?"

"I'm her personal trainer. Which reminds me, I saw you pickpocketing the announcer today. That's either six months in jail or six months with me as your personal badminton trainer." Eponine hit the birdie three meters out of bounds. "And boy, do you need it. This must be why you can't get a guy."

"Huh?" Eponine wasn't aware that Javert knew so much about badminton.

"Well, all of the university students like badminton. They despise girls that can't play."

"Oh. That explains it," Eponine said. She wasn't even able to catch Courfeyrac's or Grantiare's eyes.

"Final score," announced Jehan. "42-2. Javert wins!" Eponine approached Javert after the game. She handed him her racquet and said, "I'd rather spend six months in jail then look at your ugly, sideburned face again!"

"Don't diss my sideburns!" yelled Javert. "And even if you did go to jail you'd still have to look at my 'ugly sideburned face' because I work there!"

"I never thought of that," admitted Eponine.