A/N: I don't own Les Mis.
A heavy snowfall saw classes canceled for Les Amis. They received the news with ecstasy, all of them running outside and proceeding to romp and frolic through the snow like little boys. Sans Enjolras.
And Joly. He refused to join the others, claiming he had a cold. Musichetta wasn't happy that he was shutting himself up inside away from his friends. "Why won't you go outside? It's a beautiful winter day, classes are canceled, and your friends are out there and they want you to join them!"
"By dose is sduffed ub," Joly complained. "If I go out dere, I'll bake it worse." He took out his handkerchief and blew his nose forcefully.
Musichetta rolled her eyes. "Joly, I'm sure it's not that bad. Your maladies are never as severe as you imagine them to be." She stepped over to the window to watch the other men in their play. Courfeyrac waved to her, motioning her to come down from the apartment building.
"I have an idea of a way to get Joly down here," he grinned. "It'll be mostly dependent on you and Bossuet." He whispered his plan to the two of them, and their eyes lit up with a mischievous glint.
Musichetta burst back into the apartment. "Joly! Bossuet slipped on ice!"
Joly looked alarmed. "Is he okay? Is anything broken? He could be seriously injured!"
"He's down by the entryway. Come on!" Musichetta grabbed his hand and ran down the stairs, giggling to herself.
Bossuet was in the foyer on the ground floor of the apartment. "Are you hurt?" Joly asked his friend and roommate.
"No, but neither are you deathly ill! Grab him, 'Chetta!"
"What's happening?" Joly asked, bewildered, as Bossuet and Musichetta each took one of his arms.
"You're going to frolic with us outside! That's what's happening!" Bossuet exclaimed. He and Musichetta began to drag the hypochondriac out the door.
"Noooooo!" Joly struggled against their holds, but it was no use. They hauled him outside and dumped him in the snow.
Joly leaped up, spluttering and wiping the white powder away from his face. "Exposure to freezing temperatures is not good for my health! My cold will worsen into pneumonia!"
"Lighten up, Jolllly!" Courfeyrac called and lobbed a snowball at the doctor-in-training. "To the barricades!"
The students proceeded to build snow forts behind which to take refuge during their snowball war. All except Joly. He was busy making snow angels.
I hope you enjoyed this short, humorous piece for the start of the Christmas holidays. I have another story coming up to commemorate a special occasion in the Les Mis fandom, and I'm super excited to post it! Please R&R, and be on the lookout for my next contribution to FF . net!