It went from being 18 degrees and raining to minus three and snowing. Seriously, there was new snow on the ground yesterday, and it was chilly yesterday and today. I am seriously hoping we are not getting a third winter. Second winter last month was bad enough. Anyway, in this chapter we finally learn a bit about Enjy's family.

Chapter 13

"Bonjour Musichetta," Eponine said as she entered Musichetta's flat that the red-haired woman shared with Joly. "Comment ça va?

"Bonjour, 'Ponine," she replied cheerfully. "I am well. Et tu?" The red haired young woman smiled at her friend happily as the two headed over to the couch.

"Same," Eponine replied simply. "Although Enjolras tried to make plans for another barricade."

Musichetta groaned. "Please tell me you stopped him! I love him, he's like a brother, but he is such an idiot at times!"

"I know. Thankfully I managed to convince him not to. I almost walked out for good, though."

Musichetta rolled her eyes. "It would take such extreme measures to convince him to calm down. Like I said, the man can be a complete idiot."

Eponine smiled. "I've figured that out by now. I'm guessing he's always been like that though?"

"Pretty much," Musichetta replied. "For as long as I can remember, at least. I still can't believe you managed to crack the marble. I thought I was the only woman he was comfortable around other than his mother and three sisters, but I guess not."

"He has two sisters?" Eponine asked.

"Yes, and he thought of me as a fourth. He also has two brothers. Didn't he tell you about them?" Musichetta asked.

"He actually hasn't mentioned much about his family yet, although I remember him once mentioning that his mother is English," Eponine admitted. She remembered when he had said that. She had been commenting on the amount of books he had that were written in English.

"He probably will soon," Musichetta assured her. "And it probably is best that you hear about his family from him," she added quickly.

"Why is that?" Eponine asked, tilting her head curiously. Surely Enjolras' family couldn't be that bad, could they? She thought of Marius' grandfather then, and remembered that it was possible for them to be.

"Oh, no reason," Musichetta replied with a smile. "Although, they can come on rather strongly when you first meet them… But you'll be fine."

"Meet them?" Eponine narrowed her eyes. "Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"Oh, no, nothing at all," Musichetta replied quickly. "You should probably go back soon, though. I'm sure Enjolras is waiting for you." And with that, her friend shooed her out the door and shut it quickly, leaving a baffled Eponine outside alone.

She blinked in confusion. She knew that Musichetta was eccentric, but that was beyond odd. Just what was going on?

The second Eponine had left to see Musichetta, Enjolras pulled a note from his pocket. He had read it that morning before going to the meeting, and had only told Musichetta and Combeferre so far, as Musichetta was practically his sister, and Combeferre was his best friend.

He groaned as he read over it again. His family was coming to visit. And they would be there within the next two days. He was not looking forward to it at all. He frowned as he glanced at the date. It had been sent on August 5th, and it said in the letter that they would be there by August 8th. Which meant…

"Oh, no," he whispered as the door flew open.

"Enjolras, is there something you're not telling me?" Eponine demanded as she walked in the door.

"Eponine, I thought you went to Musichetta's," he said, surprised to see her back so soon.

"I was there, but then for some reason the topic of your family came up and she started acting odd."

"Odd?" Enjolras asked. "Eponine, you know Musichetta's eccentric-"

"Odder than usual, then," Eponine snapped. "As if for some reason I would be meeting your family very soon. Are you keeping something from me?"

Enjolras sighed. This was not something he wanted to deal with at that moment. "About that. I only just found out this morning…" He trailed off as he heard knocking at the door, as well as distant yelling. "That'll be them," he muttered, walking over to the door and opening it to see two of his siblings – the two youngest, who were twins – being held back from each other. They stopped the fight immediately though as the door opened.

"Aidan!" one of the twins, his sister Vivienne, yelled the second she saw him. She pulled herself out of Celeste's arms and threw her arms around his neck.

"Enjolras, what is going on?" Eponine asked.

"Who's she?" the other twin, one of his brothers, Adrien, asked.

"Why don't you all just come inside for the introductions?" Enjolras asked.

"I think that that would be a very good idea," his father said, releasing Adrien's arm. "Maybe then these two will finally settle down.

"Father, you and I both know that's impossible," Enjolras replied as his family joined him inside.

"Aidan, who is she?" Vivienne asked after she had released her brother. "Are you two getting married? Can I be a bridesmaid?"

"Oh, please say that it's a spring wedding!" his oldest sister, Adalina said with a sigh, a dreamy expression on her face. "Spring weddings are so romantic!"

Gabriel rolled his eyes at his sister. "You think everything's romantic."

"Why don't we just let Aidan tell us who she is?" their father suggested, clearly somewhat annoyed with the five of them. They all stopped talking instantly.

"Mother, father, the rest of you, this is Eponine. Eponine," he sighed, "this is my family."

"This is my family," Enjolras – whose Christian name was apparently Aidan – said with a sigh.

She gave a small smile, suddenly feeling shy as she looked at the seven of them. His mother, father, and five siblings were all looking at her. Everyone was silent. Then the youngest girl spoke up.

"I like her!" she declared, tossing her head.

"You like everyone, Vivienne," the youngest boy, who looked identical to her – same raven hair, same green eyes, basically the same face shape, except that one was more feminine – said in response.

"No I don't, Adrien!"

"Yeah you do, especially Antoine-"

"I do not!"

"Don't you dare start this again, you two!" the middle girl snapped. Eponine thought she was quite pretty. She had long blonde hair, green eyes, and a slim figure, and was a perfect copy of her mother.

"Bonjour, Eponine, I am Richard Enjolras," Enjolras' father said kindly, ignoring the fighting children who were only two feet away from him. She got the feeling that they fought frequently. She noticed that he was almost identical to his son. He had the same dark hair and eyes. "And this is my wife, Rose."

Rose simply smiled at her and gave a small nod before glancing at her children, no doubt concerned that the two youngest might try to hurt each other.

"Those five can introduce themselves, I believe," Richard said, glancing at his children.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," the oldest boy said, taking a step forward. "I am Gabriel." He more closely resembled his mother, with sandy brown hair and green eyes. Unlike the rest of his family, he appeared bored. Eponine had the feeling he would rather be anywhere else but there.

"I am Adalina," said the oldest girl, the one who had made the comment about a spring wedding. She had long, silky black hair that was tied with a red ribbon and bright green eyes. Noticing that the other three weren't paying attention at all, she decided to introduce them to Eponine herself. "The blonde is Celeste, and the twins are Vivienne and Adrien," she said cheerfully. "The twins are always fighting, and Celeste is always trying to stop them. Mostly because Celeste would rather be around them than us," Adalina explained. "I think she finds us boring."

"You two never do anything but read, of course I find you boring!" Celeste explained as she tried to pull Vivienne off of Adrien, ignoring her mother's sharp comment about speaking politely to her siblings. "You with your stupid romance novels, and Gabriel being just like Aidan- it's worse than these two!"

"You're thirteen, of course you'd think that," Enjolras said, finally speaking. "Now, in your letter – which I just got this morning, by the way – you never explained why you wanted to visit."

"We heard about your revolution," Rose said simply. Eponine froze. Were Enjolras' parents upset with him about the revolution?

"Congratulations, son," Richard said happily after a moment, giving Enjolras a hug. She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Well done."

Gabriel looked disappointed, however. "Why didn't you let us know?" he asked. "I would have fought with you!" He scowled at the ground. "Now I'll never get a chance."

"And a good thing, too," Rose said sharply. "It's bad enough I could have lost one son, but two?"

"Hey, you'd still have me," Adrien reminded his mother, but she carried on, ignoring him.

"And Richard, why do you have to encourage them?"

"They should be allowed to fight for what they believe in, Rose!"

"But surely there's a safer way than this…"

"How long are you planning on staying?" Enjolras asked, interrupting his parents from their fight.

"About two weeks, if that's all right," Richard replied.

"Thank goodness I chose a large place," Enjolras muttered to himself, only just loud enough for Eponine to hear. "All right then, you may as well start unpacking. I'll show you to your rooms then. Eponine, you don't mind sharing with my sisters, do you?" he asked.

"I'm sure she'd rather share with you, Aidan," Adalina replied with a smirk. Enjolras glared at his sister while the three younger ones all giggled.

"That is not amusing, Addy," he replied coldly. Her gaze immediately became icy.

"Don't. Call me. Addy," she hissed.

"Then don't make jokes like that."

"Why don't you two act your age?" Gabriel asked, rolling his eyes. "No one would ever guess that you were twenty-one, Aidan, or that you were seventeen, Adalina."

"You're no better sometimes, Gabe, and do recall that unless I am teasing you or Aidan, I most certainly do act my age," Adalina replied. "But honestly, the two of you are so stone-cold I can't resist."

Both of her brothers simply frowned at her.

Eponine sighed. She had the feeling that it was going to be a long two weeks. Although she also had the feeling that she was going to get along very well with Enjolras' oldest sister.