A/N: Bonjour à nouveau, mes plus anciens et les amis les plus chers!
Just kidding, you aren't my oldest friends. I also don't speak French. BUT I do love you all for the lovely reviews I've been getting, and all the follows and favourites. It's way more than I was expecting and you've all been so kind!
HermsP - SOON. I PROMISE.

Disclaimer: I don't need a disclaimer. I do own Les Miserables. I wrote it as a creative outlet while I invented microwave popcorn and white chocolate s'mores. Just kidding, I don't own any of those things.

Once Gavroche was at school, Éponine wandered aimlessly around Paris for a while. She didn't want to go back home and see her parents. Azelma was at school. The cinnamon pastry she had eaten this morning had filled her up enough that she didn't feel like stealing food. She didn't have any friends to meet up with – most of her old school friends had stopped talking to her when they found out about her home life. What she really wanted to do was go and see Marius, but he would still be in classes at his university. So she wandered.

Wandering in the poorer parts of Paris was boring and riskier – she knew her way around, of course, but there was always the worry of bumping into her mother or father, or one of the Patron-Minette, her father's gang. The richer areas were full of tourists, but safer, and Éponine moved easily through the crowds, enjoying the time alone to think while she wasn't on a job. After a few hours she found herself in front of Notre Dame Cathedral, which despite having lived in Paris most of her life, she had never been inside. Her parents were not very religious people, but she thought she might have been baptised as a baby. Was that a rule for being allowed in? She didn't know.

'What the hell… can't hurt to have a look' she thought to herself. Following the crowds of people into the cathedral, her breath was taken away. Nothing could have prepared her for the sheer beauty and majesty of the inside: the towering pillars, the shining colours of the stained glass windows, the shining pipes of the organ. A service was being said at the altar, so she quietly took a seat in the very back, away from the congregation, pulled her hair out of the bun and looked around her. Everyone else at the back was either a camera-wielding tourist or praying and she got some funny looks for just sitting there playing with her hair, but Éponine didn't care. As the priest and congregation began to sing, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life. Nothing bad could ever happen in such a beautiful building, she was sure of it. For the first time in as long as she could remember, Éponine didn't think about her parents, or the Patron-Minette, or Azelma and Gavroche, her new friend Courfeyrac, that rude guy Enjolras or even her beloved Marius. She just sat in silence, her mind completely clear.

Once the mass was finished, she checked the time on her phone: 12.45. Marius would be finished at university soon! She dashed out of the cathedral, her hair flying behind her as she headed straight for the Café Musain. When she was most of the way there she stopped to lean against a wall and catch her breath, just next to a tourist reading a map. Sensing an opportunity, Éponine expertly took the man's wallet from his pocket, hid it behind her back and removed the notes from it, before dropping it on the floor. She quickly bent down to pick it up and said casually 'Oh, sir, excuse me but you dropped this?'

He was clearly surprised at the sight of his wallet in her hand, and only said 'Goodness, I hadn't noticed! Thank you, my dear!' She smiled and walked away, her stomach heavy with the familiar guilt that always followed picking someone's pocket. She internally scolded herself for being so soft. 'If you want to buy coffee at the café you need money, and you can hardly go home to Pa empty-handed. Better guilt than bruises from a beating. Marius'll never love you if you're black and blue, will he?' Her side was still tender from last night in the bar, but at least that bruise wasn't visible. Who knows what could be next – black eyes and missing teeth would be difficult enough to disguise, let alone broken bones!

After a short walk, she was in outside the Café Musain. Before entering, she pulled the money from her back pocket and counted it: 150 euros! Éponine was astonished – she'd never been this lucky before… what kind of idiot carries that much cash around in an open pocket?! She laughed for sheer joy, her guilt forgotten - he was practically asking for it! – before sending a quick text to Azelma to tell her not to bother with any jobs on the way home, she had them both covered.

'It's my lucky day' she mused to herself, grinning. 'The sun is shining, I've got money in my pocket… maybe Marius will finally notice me. He has to, surely. It's my lucky day!'

Sorry, it's a bit shorter than the last one

The Notre-Dame stuff isn't pointless, I promise

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