The case of you

As constant as a Northern Star

"That was refreshing! Ahhhh! She's a beauty! " That was Grantaire who managed to stay sober all day. A miracle according to Combeferre.

"Doesn't she looks very familiar." It was Combeferre. Marius nod in agreement.

"Yes! She reminds me of Mademoiselle Dalles. Poor lady!"

Mademoiselle Dalles was one of the group's supporter but was murdered by the eldest son of a Noble man. And due to the injustice that time, the murderer got away. They said it was a suicide but they believed it was a foul play.
She was indeed close to the group although she rarely attend their meetings.

"It was truly unfortunate. And that lady indeed looks like Mademoiselle Dalles." stated Combeferre.

"Is there any way we can meet her? Courfeyrac? " they all turn their attention to Enjolras.

"I just want to make sure...as well" he continued.

"I don't know. Maybe I can ask my friend... You see... They mentioned that leading lady actually attends the same university as us."

"COURF!!! " A feminie giggle interrupted their discussion.

"and it appears that we don't have to wait to meet her" said Courfeyrac. The rest of the group turned their attention to the group of females approaching them.

"Ah! My dear Margaret! " Courfeyrac greeted the blonde petite girl.

"Dear friends, this is Margaret. Margaret these are my friends"

"Nice meeting you! Courf always talks about you. " she turned to her companions.

"And I would like to introduce my friends, Adelaide Anderson and our leading lady... Astrid Midford but you can call her Belle. "

"It's a pleasure to be your acquaintance. You can call me Combeferre. Killian Combeferre."

(Yes, I used the Actor's name!)

"Same here..."

"Ah... This are our friends, Julien Enjolras. A law student. Same as Marius Pontmercy here. And I believe that we are all attending the same university. " Combeferre intrduced the rest of the Amis and Cosette. While Enjolras remained quiet as usual.

"What do you think, Apollo? Is she Mademoiselle Dalles? " Grantaire questioned Enjolras as he approached him.

"I can't say tell. " he answered.

"Can't you really tell. As far as I remember... You and Mademoiselle Dalles are quite close..."

"We are not... "

"Perhaps you're right. Walking a lady home while holding her hands... I believe you. " Grantaire stated as he walks off.

"Believe... Says by a cynical man. "

As Grantaire rejoined the group, Feuilly approached Enjolras who still sat on silence on one of the bench outside the theatre.

"She does look like her... " he started, Enjolras just sat there yet nod in agreement.

"...she talks like her yet it seems unlike us... She doesn't remember anything. But it's for the better." Feuilly continued.

"Yes. At least she won't remember all the unpleasant things that happened. "

Their conversation was interrupted by the rest of the amis and the company of Courfeyrac's "Friend".

"Have we met before? " Enjolras turned his face to the owner of the voice. It was Belle.

"I'm sorry" A spark of hope suddenly appeared in his eyes. Hoping somehow she remembers him.

"I was wondering if we had met before... You look familiar. But I am not entirely sure if we really did met before. "

He just looked at her not sure how to answer her question. This is not the first time that she made him speechless, it had happened before. It's also like this. When he first met her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant anything--- I mean I am sorry if my question bothered you. I was just curious. You really look familiar. "

Just like in the past... She never changed. She might not remember but he knew it is her.

"Mister? A-are you alright? "

"I am fine... I'm sorry... I got lost in my train of thoughts... " he reasoned.

"Ah. Don't mind him, mademoiselle. Maybe he went on shock when he realized women exist in this world" Bahorel mockingly answered which earned a laugh from the amis as well as the ladies.