Molly ran into the library and to the group which Enjolras called, so proudly, 'Les Amis de L'ABC' who were Marius, Joly, Combeferre, Jehan, Courfeyrac and of course Molly and Enjolras. "Where were you?" Enjolras hissed at Molly.
"Well sorry, it's not my fault my brother was put in the hospital wing," Molly said frankly.
"No it's not but you didn't have to see him," Enjolras said.
"But he's my brother."
"Who doesn't admit that you're related."
"Because he's guilty."
"About what?"
"Can we get to the point now that we're all here," Combeferre said, interrupting the conversation.
"Right, sorry Combeferre. As we were saying, the houselves don't get paid and have very poor quality of uniform, it's our job. Our duty, to let them have their due," Enjolras said with so much pride that Molly was almost convinced what Enjolras was saying was right. "Even though Professor Dumbledore takes pride in making everything equal for everyone and every race, things still haven't worked out well. We need to talk to the Hogwarts' elves; they need to speak out for themselves as well."
"What if they're happy being servants-' Molly began.
"They're slaves, they don't get paid," Enjolras corrected Molly.
"They're not salves, they work and in return they get meals and a place to live. All I'm saying is that houselves live to serve, that's their way of life: they're born, they work, they die," Molly stated.
"Yes but what kind of life is that? Don't you want them to live?" Enjolras asked Molly.
"Yes I want them to live and they're doing it well-"
"By serving wizards."
"You know you said everyone was equal? Well you did, wizards are never referred to as witches, so why should witches be referred to as wizards?"
"That's because that's the name of the race but that's beside the point," Enjolras snarled.
"Oh, but it is. You're a hypocrite, wizard isn't the race, it's a type of person. We're magical people, we're children of magic. Not wizards as a whole," Molly pointed out.
"You know she has a point," a voice behind her said. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I like eating."
"I'm glad you could make it all the same, Lesgle," Enjolras muttered. Molly turned around and frowned at Lesgle.
"I thought you said you were Bosseut?" Molly asked him.
"I am, I'm also Lesgle as well, but too my friends I'm Bosseut. I only met Enjolras through Joly so I don't really know him," Bosseut answered truthfully.
"That's confusing, can't we all just call you Bosseut?" Molly asked.
"Fine. Here everyone, I'm Bosseut and this is Mol," Bosseut smirked.
"I don't like Mol, if you're going to shorten it, let it be Mo," Molly groaned.
"No one's going to shorten it," Combeferre told her. "Except maybe Bosseut." Molly glared at Combeferre and went to say something but was interrupted by Enjolras.
"We're going a bit off topic again. As I was saying houselves deserve to be treated with respect, they need to
be-"
"What are you losers talking about?" came James' cool and suave voice. "Oh hey Freak, Specks, Ponytail, Gay Lord," James addressed Molly, Combeferre, Enjolras and Jehan.
"Hey, Book-Freak, Arrogance, Podge and Under-aged Drinker," Courfeyrac welcomed Remus, James, Peter and Sirius. Remus had tensed at his nickname and Peter had burst into tears. "Awe, sorry if I made Podge cry," Courfeyrac said, feigning apology.
"Hey, you know he's sensitive about his weight, Gay Lord's Boyfriend," Sirius spat. Courfeyrac smirked and draped his arm around Jehan.
"Oh, yeah, we're totally going out 'cause everyone knows that if you like poetry and flowers you're instantly gay, same with when you stand up for a fellow man," Courfeyrac said, his voice weaved with sarcasm. James ignored the comment, smirked at Enjolras and opened his mouth to speak but Lilly cut across him.
"Pick on someone your own size, Potter. Stop picking on mine and Ponine's friends. Especially Severus!" Lilly snapped.
"Ah, Evans, did I tell you how lovely you look today?" James sighed.
"As a matter of fact, Potter you did tell her. Yesterday, even, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that. She's not interested Potty and she never will be," Eponine scoffed.
"Thank you Ponine," Lilly smiled. James stormed off with Sirius and Peter following him.
"I'm sorry," Remus said to the group and hurried after them.
"Some Marauders they turned out to be," Eponine murmured. "More like Potty and the Porta-Loos!" Eponine said loudly so the whole library could here and turned to the group. "So what are you losers talking about? Oh, hey Molly."
"What am I an afterthought?" Molly giggled.
"Constantly," Enjolras muttered to himself. "We were talking about-"
"Not in my library you're not!" Madam Pince shrieked. "Go and be revolutionary elsewhere!" Madam Pince stomped her foot and pointed towards the door.
"Well, my friends, I think we should be off," Combeferre told the group and they nodded in agreement. "I'm sorry for the disruption, Madam Pince." The group filed out of the door and many spotted a smirking Sirius, a joyful James and a peeing-from-hysterical-laughter Peter.
"Hey, Eponine isn't it?" Marius asked Eponine.
"Yes," Eponine said breathlessly.
"Do you... I know this is a lot to ask you given we just met," Marius said nervously.
"Don't worry, just ask," Eponine said happily.
"Will you ask Cosette out for me?" Marius asked eagerly.
"Oh," Eponine sighed. "Who's Cosette?"
"You're already going out with her, you idiot," Courfeyrac told Marius, hitting him gently around the head. "What you doing for Christmas?"
"Christmas? Seriously Courfeyrac? Christmas? We haven't had Halloween yet!" Combeferre exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, what you doing for Halloween then?" Courfeyrac realised.
"We have to stay at Hogwarts, remember?" Jehan reminded Courfeyrac.
"Oh, fine! What's Hogwarts doing for Halloween?" Courfeyrac asked.
"Well, there's a disco, whatever that is, that Dumbledore's going to try out," Joly told Courfeyrac.
"A disco's a dance, like a ball, just with lights, better music and more dancing," Jehan informed the purebloods among them.
"So you dance? Just dance? No partners, just dance?" Enjolras asked.
"I wish you would ask a few more questions, it seems that you're going speechless," Molly said sarcastically.
"Very funny Mo," Enjolras said.
"I know, Enj," Molly said. "Yes, yes you do dance. Quite a lot. Not necessarily well. With or without partners. Except on the slow dance."
"Slow dance?" Enjolras, Combeferre and Joly said in unison.
"You guys are so synchronised," Molly commented.
"A slow dance is probably the most romantic part of a disco," Jehan sighed.
"And the most self-esteem lowering," Molly muttered.
"No it's not!" Jehan argued.
"Yes, yes it is because if you're a gal like me you sit on your own talking to yourself, knowing that you won't be picked," Molly stated.
"Yes but... well," Jehan stuttered.
"No answer?" Molly chided.
"No but why don't you like it?" Jehan asked. "Have you ever been to a disco or is this just a presumption?"
"Real life encounter," Molly said.
"Oh," Jehan sighed. "So Courfeyrac-"
"I suppose you could go with someone as friends, Mo," Courfeyrac suggested.
"Like who? I don't have a friend that would want to," Molly answered quickly. "I believe Jehan was speaking."
"Oh, I'm sure he's fine with it," Courfeyrac said airily.
"Actually-" Jehan tried to finish his sentence.
"No he's fine. So, how about you and Enjolras go together?" Courfeyrac taunted over laughter.
"Look, I'm desperate but not that desperate," Molly said, hands in the air.
"You know, Evans deemed him the most attractive boy in the school," Courfeyrac said loudly as James had just walked out of the library.
"Shut up, Courf!" Lilly snapped and pushed Courfeyrac aside as the over dramatic sound of James 'dying'.
"What I'm saying is, is that you're not attracted to anything," Courfeyrac stated to Molly.
"I'm eleven and you're the only one who really wants to be in a relationship, in fact you don't even want to be in a relationship-" Molly said before being cut off by Enjolras.
"That's enough, thank you," Enjorlas said quickly.
"As attractive as he may be, I don't like his personality. Not everything's in looks," Molly murmured and specifically looked at Courfeyrac.
"What did I do? I... I am speechless!" Courfeyrac feigned shock.
"Molly, you do know you're not in our next class, right?" Eponine asked her.
Molly's eyes widened with realisation and ran off to Herbology.