Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 7

If looks could kill, Louise would be already on the other side. She was acting like a total idiot, making me believe that our parents wasted a lot of money on etiquette lessons...

Unfortunately, my great plan of hiding away didn't work out. It was Jehan who noticed us.

"So is this why you didn't come to the meeting today, Victorie?" He shouted pretending to be shocked and deeply hurt. The boys came closer to us. I immediately stood up to greet my friends, so did my sister.

"I'm sorry, Jehan," I smiled at him apologetically, "sometimes there are things more important than a revolution" I squinted at Enjolras, who, I could swear, rolled his eyes at my words.

"Who is this beauty, that accompanies you?" Jehan inquired, not noticing my remark about the importance of the revolution. He kept looking at my sister as if he was blessed with a presence of an angel.

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you my sister; Louise Daée" I said proudly, not forgetting to add my stage last name to her name so that the boys didn't ask questions. She performed a little courtesy, suddenly remembering to behave well, "Louise these are Jehan Prouvaire - our poet,  Grantaire - the artist, Bahorel... well, he's just here for the fun," I joked making the man roll his eyes , "and finally our great leader Enjolras," yes, I did hope that the blond idiot heard the sarcasm in my voice. I smirked at him, as he gave me a cold glare. He was so fun to tease.

All of the boys bowed their heads to formally greet my sister, but they seemed tired and unwilling to engage in a long conversation, they were simply trying to be polite. Only Jehan was actually interested in meeting Louise,

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, mademoiselle" said he, taking my sister's hand and placing a kiss on it. She seemed to have been overwhelmed by his charm,

"The pleasure is all mine" she fluttered her eyelashes flirtatiously, "do you really take an interest in poetry, monsieur?"

"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies." He recited, still holding her hand.

Oh dear God, was he really trying to court my sister? actually I wasn't that surprised that he tried his charm on her. The worst part was that she stared at him with dreamy eyes. He certainly was handsome, and he did have a beautiful voice that had the ability of always uttering the correct words, but I would never expect my sister to be charmed by him... This was wrong, this was so wrong.

"And he knows Lord Byron" she smirked at him. His eyes light up when she recognized lines from his favorite writer.

"Do you, mademoiselle, by any chance happen to be the sister who recommended Victorie to read his poetry?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," she smiled at him flirtatiously.

I was watching them with terrified eyes, barely believing in what I was seeing. All of us were shocked by the quick development of the circumstances. Grantaire and Bahorel almost started laughing, but sensing the delicacy of the situation, decided to walk over to the bar and drink some more wine. I was left dumbstruck with the blond idiot by my side.

"Are you now incorporating your own family into sabotaging my revolution?" He asked through his teeth as we both kept looking at the flirting pair.

I shifted my eyes to look at his face, trying to read from it, I was looking for anything that would help me understand. Nothing. He might as well has been made out of marble. Why on earth did he have to be so annoying? I needed to stay calm. I wasn't going to argue, not tonight.