A/N: I've decided not to do the fluff chapters right now. I might do them later on. If any of you guys want them, just let me know.
Éponine awoke the next morning, and left Enjolras's place. She stared in awe at the newly snow covered Paris. It rarely snowed in Paris. She smiled, and ignored the biting cold. She walked around, when she heard a noise. Turning, she saw her father's gang.
"What do you guys want?" Éponine asked, annoyed.
"You haven't brought home money in a while," Thénardier said
"So?" asked Éponine, crossing her arms.
"So, it is your duty to get some money!" Thénardier nearly shouted.
Éponine turned to leave, but he grabbed her by the arm. Éponine struggled out of his grasp, but he punched her in the face.
"Bring home money tonight girl or it's the belt!" threatened Thénardier.
Éponine didn't say anything, but kept walking. She scooped up some snow and pressed it to her face. Her cheek hurt, and she knew a bruise must be forming. She pulled some of her hair in front of it, and resumed her trek. She ran into Marius in front of the Musain.
"Hey, 'Ponine. You going to the meeting too?" asked Marius.
"Oh, yeah, I guess," said Éponine.
The two walked to the back room. Nearly everyone was there except for Joly, Bossuet, and Grantaire.
Enjolras looked over as they entered. Meanwhile, Courfeyrac was sitting with Jehan, reading his poem. Feuilly frowned, "Éponine, is your face okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine," said Éponine, but Enjolras went over to her. He grabbed her chin and forced her face up to see it properly. He brushed her hair out of the way and narrowed his eyes as he saw the bruise.
"You're out of my sight for an hour and this happens?!" He was reasonably angry.
"Relax, Enjolras. It's not that bad," said Éponine crossly.
Enjolras frowned, and Éponine went over to sit with Courfeyrac and Jehan. Enjolras turned and locked eyes with Marius. He was slightly surprised to find Marius glaring at him. The comment about it only being an hour since they saw each other didn't go by him unnoticed.
"Your face is pretty messed up," commented Bahorel.
"Gee, thanks." said Éponine, glaring at him.
"Good thing Joly isn't here. You'll be under his watch for the next few days," Courfeyrac joked.
Bahorel frowned and started to think. Meanwhile, Éponine was reading one of Jehan's poems.
"This is really good," she commented. "Who's it about?"
Jehan didn't say anything, but blushed pink. He looked away, unconsciously to one of the students. Éponine followed his gaze, and smiled.
"Since you were hanging with Enjolras, have you seen Grantaire?" Courfeyrac asked Éponine.
Éponine frowned. "I saw them arguing last night. What happened?"
Courfeyrac sighed, "They had a fight." They looked over at Enjolras's direction, who was chatting with Combeferre.
"I hope Grantaire is okay," said Feuilly.
"He's probably drunk," said Bahorel. "Anyway, who's up for a prank?"
Enjolras, Combeferre, and Marius looked weary. Jehan, Courfeyrac, Éponine, and Feuilly leaned in excitedly.
Joly and Bossuet were having difficulty getting to the café. Bossuet managed to slip on every piece of ice that was on the street. Finally, they stumbled into the café.
"Joly! Bossuet!" cried Feuilly, loudly. "We've been waiting for you! Enjolras is mad that you're late. Come on, Bossuet, he wants to talk to you first, privately."
Bossuet groaned and followed Feuilly. Joly nervously waited outside. Then he heard Feuilly call out from inside, "come on in, Joly!"
Joly hesitantly made his way inside. The back room was completely empty, except for Éponine, who was sitting at the table.
"Hey, Éponine, what did I miss?" Joly asked, walking over to her.
Éponine turned to him. Her cheek was black, blue, and green. It looked like an infection.
"Um, I think I might be going now," said Joly, tripping over a table and a couple of chairs.
Éponine stood up and walked over to him slowly. Joly started to sweat nervously, and ran to the door, but was stopped by Bahorel. Bahorel grunted and staggered into the room.
"Uh…uh…uh…" said Joly, running to the far end of the room. Something grabbed his ankle, and he fell on the floor. Joly saw a hand attached to his ankle, and tried to shake it off. Courfeyrac crawled out, like an animal.
Joly freaked out and nearly screamed when someone grabbed him from behind. He closed his eyes, and only when he began tearing up, did they stop.
"Joly, relax," said Bossuet, who was hugging him.
"But…but…but" stammered Joly.
Éponine laughed, "It's just a bruise, hardly anything to sweat about."
Joly took a deep breath, "That…was…not…f—" He stopped as he started chuckling. Everyone in the room was laughing.
"We had no part in it," said Combeferre as he, Enjolras, and Marius walked back into the room.
Joly nodded, catching his breath. "Ok…ok…I'm good. Éponine, put some snow on that bruise."
"Already did," Éponine said.
"If we're done with this, let's start the meeting," said Enjolras.
Everyone sat down.
"First—" began Enjolras, but was cut off by Grantaire entering.
"Sorry, I'm late. Overslept," he muttered. He took his seat at his table, and watched Enjolras intently.
When the meeting was over, Marius walked over to Éponine.
"You look so cold. Did you walk here in that?" he asked, surveying Éponine's ragged clothes.
"Yes, Marius," said Éponine. "And I'm fine." Marius frowned, and gave Éponine his hat.
"There, at least your head will be fine." He said, still not looking completely sure.
"Here, I have an extra pair of gloves," said Feuilly.
"And I have an extra scarf," said Joly.
"Here's a coat," said Enjolras, passing it to Éponine.
Soon, Éponine was warmly dressed in Marius's hat, Feuilly's gloves, Joly's scarf, and Enjolras's coat.
Grantaire snorted. "You aren't invincible from the cold, Apollo." He gave Enjolras his green scarf. Enjolras nodded and accepted it without question.