Enjolras has always had this urge to build barricades.
Not allowed to eat the raw cookie dough? Barricade the kitchen and cry until his mother gives in and just starts making extra for him to eat raw.
His primary school teacher gives him a blue crayon instead of the red one? Barricade of books on his desk, with his tiny blond head glaring over the top until she sends them all out to lunch.
High school canteen stops using free-range eggs? School-wide barricade of cafeteria tables, with the occasional lunch box missile, until demands are met.
Then it all makes sense when he gets to uni and meets a bunch of other students who like to build them too.
Turns out they were all born on June 6.