And across the room Feuilly collects a cup of coffee. Which is a juggling act, since he has a bundle of papers and notebooks under one arm, but he's got a lot of practice.
(And there's a little...valentine candy? On a saucer? Well, that's nice, but not really what Feuilly asked for. Harry has a sweet tooth, maybe he should save it for him? Wait, noooo no no noooo, it says LOVER BOY. That's a little--um--hm. He leaves it tidily on the bar, sitting on a napkin, for someone who might like it.)
He spots the crowd and makes his way over, hastily slurping too-hot coffee to free up his hands as quickly as possible. "Hullo, everyone--Enjolras, hullo--Prouvaire--what's going on? --Ehhh, wait, M. Javert...?"
There's a light pressure on his hand, the one holding all his work. He gives it an annoyed tug--knock it off, Bahorel, you'll make him drop everything--and gets more than he expected.
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(And there's a little...valentine candy? On a saucer? Well, that's nice, but not really what Feuilly asked for. Harry has a sweet tooth, maybe he should save it for him? Wait, noooo no no noooo, it says LOVER BOY. That's a little--um--hm. He leaves it tidily on the bar, sitting on a napkin, for someone who might like it.)
He spots the crowd and makes his way over, hastily slurping too-hot coffee to free up his hands as quickly as possible. "Hullo, everyone--Enjolras, hullo--Prouvaire--what's going on? --Ehhh, wait, M. Javert...?"
There's a light pressure on his hand, the one holding all his work. He gives it an annoyed tug--knock it off, Bahorel, you'll make him drop everything--and gets more than he expected.