It was almost Christmas before Enjolras caused any more major trouble. He went to his classes, he studied hard. Combeferre helped him keep up in potions, the only subject he lacked skill in.

After the first night incident Enjolras had been mostly left alone by the anti-pure bloods, but his aptitude for hexing others had attracted attention from the Ravenclaws. He actually spent more time in the Ravenclaw common room than his own, since he had yet to make a friend in his own house. The older Ravenclaws asked questions of him, trying to figure him out. How does a first year, who had never done magic before on purpose, hex six fifth and sixth year students?

Enjolras had no answers. Combeferre had given him various potions and tried various spells on him, but nothing had given them any answers. Eventually the interest had faded, but Enjolras kept coming back to the Ravenclaw rooms. He had no trouble getting in, the riddles proved no problem for his quick mind, so they let him. Some of the older students pet named him 'Gryphon' because he was a 'lion who had grown wings' although some disapproved of the name because he did not match the actual gryphon description.

Courfeyrac had come along the first time the Ravenclaws asked to see Enjolras. He had been bored out of him mind and found the fact that the Ravenclaws took everything so literally dull. He had not come back till Combeferre had assured him the older students no longer barraged Enjolras with questions.

The trouble had started when Enjolras had announced he didn't like the headmaster.

"Enjolras!" Exclaimed Combeferre as he bent down to pick up the book he had dropped in shock. "Why on earth would you say something like that?"

"It's true. He's unfair, plays favorites and treats the rest of us like we don't exist." The young Gryffindor's statement was true. The headmaster preferred purebloods above all.

"You're a pureblood Enj, why do you care?" Courfeyrac asked, looking up from his essay.

"Don't call me Enj. And it's not fair, you're just as good as me, why should I get treated any better? We're all the same on the inside, no matter who's blood flows through our veins." He shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get so worked up. It's just been nagging me. You know what. Maybe I need sleep, I'll see you in the morning." He got up and left the Ravenclaw rooms.

They did see Enjolras the next morning, but he was in the hospital wing. As his eyes blinked open Courfeyrac and Combeferre stood over him.

"What the- Enjolras? What happened?" Courfeyrac looked at his friend, concerned.

"I may have started a riot in my common room."

"You did what?!" Combeferre sputtered, always a rule follower.

"You heard me well enough. I started a riot. I mentioned to a second year what I thought about the headmaster and he hit me with a nasty curse, so of course I fought back. Soon the whole house was fighting. A lot of them were content just to curse me, though, so… yeah. A third year named Bahorel, I think, grabbed me and pulled me out and brought me here. I guess I passed out because I don't remember getting here."

"I know Bahorel." Combeferre said. "He's smart enough, but brash, perhaps we should invest in his friendship."

"I'll talk to him at breakfast." Courfeyrac volunteered. "Speaking of witch, we have classes to get to. Come on 'Ferre, Enjolras can stay here and sulk. Lets go find this Bahorel."

"Some friends you are. Enjolras muttered as his friends left, but he was smiling.

"No. I have commitments, friends and plenty of other things to do. I do not need to hang out with first years."

"But Bahorel-"

"Courfeyrac, you seem like a nice kid, but no." Bahorel stood up to leave, but the look on Courfeyrac's face stopped him. "Fine, I will come say hi to Enjolras. I will see you after class in the library." The third year stood and left the dinning hall.

"Well that went well."

"Shut up 'Ferre."

Later that day, after their classes where over, the four students met in the library, as planed. Enjolras was still a bit of a mess, but he had been let out after much begging.

"Thank you, Bahorel, for last night… I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't pulled me out of there."

"You're a good fighter kid, but no one can face down 20 angry Gryffindors at once. So why did you want to meet me here?"

"Well you see, I know you are very forward thinking. We are planning, for very far in the future, a revolution."