PART THREE
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The door flung open with a gust of wind, which was enough to send Joly running, screaming, “I DON’T WANT HYPOTHERMIA! I’m going to die!”
His yells stopped suddenly as Musichetta, Bahorel, Lesgles, Éponine, Marius and Cosette made their way inside, followed by a freezing Combeferre, all leaving snow upon the newly-hoovered carpet.

Quicker than anything, two or so blurred bodies rushed to the door, carrying scarves, gloves, coats and hats in huge piles.
“Get the bedsheets and blankets. They’re in the chest of drawers beside the bed, Grantaire.”
With that, the door was clicked shut and the party began.

Cosette had brought her father, Jean Valjean, round to help her carry a Christmas tree. It was only small, but he’d insisted.

Quicker than anything any of them had seen before, the mess was cleared and replaced by sleeping bags, duvets and blankets heaped upon the floor.
Now all they had to do was wait.

Eventually, Courfeyrac and Enjolras returned, joining the group to perform a carol written by the poet and lyricist, Jehan, or Jean Prouvaire, aided by Joly.

As Grantaire’s fingers jumped from key to key on the old grand piano, Enjolras’ own fingers danced upon the strings on the fingerboard of his violin.

“We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry christmas and hygienic new year!

Flowers afresh and poetry new,
We wish you a merry Christmas and hope for one too!

We wish you a merry christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas
and a jolly new year!
(Here, Grantaire periodically stopped playing, took a swig of wine and cheered)

Cheap wine on the table,
And planning too,
We wish you a merry Christmas
With presents anew!!”

These were the words sung by the others, though in the end, most of them were in fits of giggles from the strange parody anyway and both Grantaire and Enjolras has given up on playing with a straight-face, or, in fact, playing at all.
Little Gavroche had taken over and began playing ‘Silent night’ on the piano, hesitating with each key.

Soon the room lit up again with song, but this time much more heartfelt. After speedily adding more rosin to his bow, Enjolras joined in. His eyes glimmered brighter than ever when he caught Grantaire’s eye,
“Sleep in heavenly peace...”
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I might delete this one because I don’t think it’s as good as the others (not that they were good lol) basically, this was just rushed. XD

You may not see any difference in Joly but there actually is lol.
So... basically, it has come to my attention that’s my friend IS Joly. Meaning that she complains about everything, is really fussy and stresses over hygiene.

You know how it’s snowing in some places? Where we live, it is a little foggy and frosty. That is all. My friend seriously started stressing over pneumonia because the school boiler wasn’t working...
Mate.

Also we were doing science and she put her hair under a microscope and when she saw the root, she panicked and told everyone she had a contagious disease and that she was going to die. It is actually a genuine fear... :(
Oh, she likes being Joly though :)

These aren’t the only example either... oh...noo... but this time, Joly was inspired by her. Also, she wrote a great poem that should go viral. This part is irrelevant but I want future generations to see this:

“I feel froze
It stings my nose

Did I forget to say I went on a walk?
I just got stabbed with a fork.

I went home and cleaned my wound (wow-nd)
And then suddenly fell to the ground!

My blood was glitter
and it tasted bitter!”
- ‘Ponily (‘Ponine/Joly)

She wrote this after I recited my own to Miss really speedily and... basically... I screwed up. XD