Author's Note: after about like eight years of not updating (not literally), I finally write this!! Hope you guys enjoy (especially the actual Les Amis).
January 8th, 1831
Felicité POV:
Curled up in a soft armchair with a wonderful book in my hand, I look up and see Marius darting past the entryway of the library, almost as if he didn't want anyone to see him. I arch my eyebrow and get up from the chair, putting a bookmark in the book to hold my place.
Following Marius to the foyer, I see him shrug on a winter coat, open the door a crack, and slide out of our house. Suspicious, anyone? I quickly pull on my coat and follow after him, staying back a few feet as to not make him think someone's following him creepily.
I follow Marius until he arrives at a small, lopsided café called the Café Musain. Tilting my head in confusion, I follow Marius into the building, perplexed about why he's going here. Getting hit with a blast of warmth the second I open the door, I smile and take off my coat, already warm. Looking around the café, I see patrons and someone behind the bar, somebody who looks frazzled from the business but also enjoying it. Walking up to the bar, I sit down at one of the chairs, waiting patiently until she looks up from... whatever she's doing. I don't work at a café so, quite frankly, I have no clue what's going on here. She looks up at me.
"Bonjour madame," I start politely. "I'm looking for my brother, Marius Pontmercy? You might have seen him somewhere."
"Ahhh, Marius," she chuckles. "The one as thick as a lamppost?" I giggle to myself.
"Even though I'm his sister, that description is accurate," I agree, still laughing.
She points up the stairs. "He's up there, along with nine other men. Well, technically ten. It doesn't really matter though."
"Thanks for your help, madame," I thank her and walk towards the stairs, wondering what crazy mess my brother got into this time.
"Wait!" she calls to me. I turn around and look at her with my eyebrows furrowed, bewildered still. "If Enjolras gives you any trouble, tell him Madame Houcheloup sent you." I smile and nod, making my way up the stairs once more.
I hear many different voices talking in the next room, their voices blending over others so there could be three, eleven, or thirty men in there. Madame Houcheloup informed me that there was eleven, so that's the number I'm going with. I pull the door open, and a hush settles on the room; eleven pairs of eyes turn to me.
"Mademoiselle, I believe you have entered the wrong room," one man starts slowly. "The bathroom is-"
"Oh shut it 'Ferre," a decidedly younger voice chimes from the right, interrupting the man that was talking before. He sounds a bit like Gavroche, which is kind of confusing. I turn to my right and see... Gavroche?
"Gavroche?" I question. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here 'cause... I can't exactly tell you, can I? But the more important question is, why are you here?" Gavroche replies back, smirking.
"You want to know why I'm here?" I ask, eleven heads nodding in unison at my question. "Because 1, Madame Houcheloup sent me. Her exact words were, 'If Enjolras gives you any trouble, tell him Madame Houcheloup sent you.' And 2, I was trying to find-"
"Felicité??" I turn and see my brother staring at me in shock and befuddlement. I sigh.
"Don't you know it's impolite to interrupt, Marius?" I wonder innocently but sassily. The other boys/men snort. Marius blushes red. "To finish my sentence, I was trying to find my brother, but it appears I already have." Clapping echoes from the back of the room. I turn on my heel to see a curly-haired, smirking man dressed in a green vest and with an impish gleam in his eyes.
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Liberté, Égalité, Felicité
FanfictionFelicité Pontmercy is Marius Pontmercy's younger sister by one year. Marius has become gradually more and more distant, sneaking out of the house multiple times without telling his sister where he's going. One day, she follows her brother to an old...
