Disclaimer: I only own Felicité Pontmercy. Everything else is Victor Hugo's, as much as I hate that he killed off EVERY AMI!!!!!!

January 2nd, 1831

Third Person POV:

"Shut him up!" Grantaire moans, banging his head on the wooden table repeatedly. Grantaire has messy black curls, tan skin, dark eyes, and a dark green vest. He's never seen without a bottle of wine within a hand's reach. Who is the 'him,' you ask? Well, Gavroche had barged into the Café Musain not ten minutes earlier and has been talking all about this mysterious mademoiselle he had met. "Please stop his talking!!!"

Combeferre sighs in annoyance, pushing his sandy blonde hair back with his hand that isn't holding a medical book. "Grantaire, you can't just tell a ten-year-old to 'shut up.'" His hazel eyes from behind his glasses are blank, trying to block out Gavroche's rants.

"Who is he talking about, anyways?" Courfeyrac chimes in, confused but proud of the young gamin that is like the man's son. Courfeyrac runs his hand through his dark brown curls, brown eyes staring into Gavroche's bright blue. "Gavroche, is there something you'd like to tell us?"

Gavroche grins up at every Ami that would listen, which is basically only four. "I met this wonderful mademoiselle today!!" he blurts out, excited.

Joly begins to chortle. This man has straight brown hair and always has a handkerchief in his hand or pocket, ready to ward off germs. "I am agog, I am aghast, is Gavroche in love at last? I've never heard him ooh and aah." Gavroche blushes at Joly's song, embarrassed. Jehan's head perks up at the word 'love.' Jehan is a poet, the most romantic Ami in the entire Les Amis de l'ABC.

"Love??" Jehan cries out in amusement and excitement. "Come on Gavroche, tell us about this lucky lady," he says, pulling up a chair and sitting in it.

"Can't you guys keep it down?" an annoyed voice calls out from a wooden desk in the corner. "I'm trying to plan where the barricades are going to be." A blonde head of curls stands up from the desk's chair. The head belongs to a young man about 24 years of age, a man with features that look made out of marble and a scarlet jacket draping around his muscled torso. His dark blue eyes glare into every man seated around Gavroche.

"Oh Enjolras, let the boy speak!" Jehan shouts at the man of marble. "Come on Gavroche, tell us about your mystery mademoiselle!" Gavroche, emboldened by everyone's encouragement (except for Enjolras who is averse to love and Grantaire who is almost passed out), stands on the table to tell Les Amis about his lovely lady.

"Well, I was running through the streets to stay warm because moving faster keeps you warmer," Gavroche starts.

"But you're wearing a winter coat now," Courfeyrac interrupts. Gavroche turns and glares at the man. Even though the stare was supposed to be intimidating, it's adorable.

"Interrupt me one more time and your hair will be cut off while you sleep." Courfeyrac gulps and motions for the boy to continue. "Anyway, I accidentally ran into the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! She has dark brown hair and hazel eyes and she's really pretty." Les Amis laugh at Gavroche's description of the woman, even Enjolras who has turned away from his work and is listening to Gavroche's story. "SHUT UP YOU LOT!!" Gavroche shouts, "I'm tryin' to tell a story 'ere!! Moving on, she introduced herself as Felicité."

"Wait, her name's Felicité?" Marius questions, almost nervously. His light brown eyes shine with apprehension.

"That's what I just said. Did I stutter?" Gavroche retorts sassily.

"How tall is she?" Marius asks intensely, eyes bearing into Gavroche's.

"Ummm around two inches shorter than you," Gavroche answers the question hesitatingly, confused about why this matters. He opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted once more.

"What was she wearing?" Marius says yet another question as Les Amis look around at each other uneasily.

"Don't you think that's an odd question to ask a ten-year-old?" Enjolras chimes in, rolling his eyes. "I mean really, Marius, is he going to be looking at her outfit?"

"Well, she was wearing this really pretty winter dress that looked like one of dem bourgeois ladies." Enjolras groans.

"Great, another bourgeois royalist," he says sourly, shaking his head. Gavroche bristles, annoyed at Enjolras's insult of the mystery mademoiselle, who you might have guessed by now is Marius's sister, Felicité Pontmercy.

"You don't know her!" Gavroche retorts angrily. "She bought me a macaron and a winter coat and gave me some francs to take care of the children in the Elephant!!!" Les Amis gasp in unison, amazed at the kindness that this woman showed to the poor gamin. Marius seems to start to connect the dots, which is very shocking because he is as oblivious as dirt, maybe even more.

"What flavor macaron did she get?"

"Jesus Christ Marius, why does it matter?" Combeferre says, annoyed at Marius's insignificant questions. Gavroche looks confusedly in between Combeferre and Marius, shrugging and answering Marius's question.

"She got a caramel one." Marius's brain makes the final connection between the mystery lady and his sister.

"Shit." Courfeyrac lunges for Gavroche and covers his ears quickly, glaring at Marius. The latter cringes away from the stare.

"Was that really necessary, Marius? There are young, impressionable ears around!!" Gavroche squirms in Courfeyrac's grasp, finally uncovering his ears.

"Don't worry, Courf!" Gavroche beams up at the man. "I've heard all of 'em. Éponine called me a worm once!!" Courfeyrac has to bite back a chuckle at Gavroche's declaration.

"Marius, what's happened? Why are you so....." Joly trails off, thinking for a word that describes Marius.

"Confused? Annoyed? Nervous?" Enjolras rattles off a stream of words that somehow all describe what Marius is feeling in this precise moment.

"The woman he's talking about?" Marius says rhetorically. "That's my sister." Les Amis gape at the man, jaws dropping and eyes the size of francs.

"You have a sister?" Grantaire questions, lifting his head up from its position resting against the hard, wooden table.

"Yes, that's what I just said," Marius snaps, suddenly angry. He calms down a second later. "Sorry, R, but I'm just on edge." Enjolras looks down at the wooden floor, tapping his fingers on his chiseled chin.

"Marius," Enjolras says thoughtfully, "is your sister a revolutionary sympathizer?"

Marius chuckles sarcastically. "She's way more than that. She's a revolutionary supporter." Enjolras jerks his head up, staring at Marius in shock and a little bit of awe. "Don't look at me like that." Marius side-eyes Courfeyrac, confused at Enjolras's expression. "Uh, Courf, why's he looking at me like that?" he whispers quietly.

Courf shakes his head. "I have no idea."

"Your sister..." Enjolras starts, trailing off in the middle of his sentence.

"My sister what?" Marius finishes irritably.

"Her name's Felicité!" Gavroche jumps in. "Use it!!"

Enjolras is forced to bite back a laugh. "Okay then, does Felicité know who Les Amis de l'ABC are?"

"No she does not. And I would like to keep it that way!!" Marius exclaims, breathing heavily at the end of his shout.

"But she could help with the cause!!" Combeferre joins in, trying to cajole Marius into bringing his sister to one of these meetings. Oh, sorry, Gavroche's giving me the evil eye. Trying to cajole Marius into bringing Felicité to one of these meetings.

Enjolras glances sharply at his guide. "Women aren't allowed in Les Amis de l'ABC, Ferre. You know that. Everyone here knows that."

"But-" Courfeyrac starts, getting interrupted by Enjolras a split second later.

"NO!!!"

Author's Note: Okay things are getting intense!! I have a question: would you guys like Marius to get with Cosette or Éponine?

Comment here for:

Marsette

Maponine

Thanks for reading! Vive la France!!!

          -Kaylin