I bet that Grantaire is the kind of guy that buys books from charity shops and then goes through them trying to find any notes or anything that the previous owner had left.
But then one time, he manages to find a really, really old one, probably from a second-hand bookshop that specialises in antiques. And it’s from 1831 and all the notes in it are super faded and near-impossible to read but he treasures it because the person writing them is so passionate and he reminds him of Enjolras…
Picture Enjolras trying to describe the guy he likes to ferre and courf but they make it really difficult like “are you sure you’re not just making this up he can’t have that many hobbies” and “curly dark hair and makes fun of you a lot? He sounds like a taller version of courfeyrac"
Okay but Grantaire knows wandless magic fucking fight me
he doesn’t show people because boi is a mudblood and is just “fuck they’ll think I’m lazy :/” so he just uses his wand or whatever but thing is is that he can’t really… do magic with a wand for some reason? It just doesn’t come as naturally? He has to really focus to get it to work properly and thats apart of why everyone thinks he’s just not really that talented at it
But the moment he accidentally does it where everyone can see while trying to save Enjolras or push him out of the way from something dangerous everyone is literally just
Because Grantaire not only being able to do wandless magic but also being able to react so quickly and precise to A: get someone away from danger as swiftly as possible and B: to not hurt them in the process
Everyone is just shocked by how fucking powerful R actually is and Enj is probably sitting there just ?!?!?!?!? While R looks like he’s going to have a panic attack
If ya think Enjolras and Grantaire haven’t added their own love lock to the Pont des Arts, you’re mistaken my friend.
And then Enjolras didn’t sleep at night because: “Grantaire what have we done? That bridge is already saturated with padlocks and they say it affects the stability of the brige! Oh my god we’ve destroyed a landmark, Grantaire! It’s oUR FAULT!”
(And then the city removed all the love locks. Enjolras could finally sleep soudly again)
Do you think Victor Hugo ever sits in the beyond and thinks “Haha, look at them crying over my imagination. I am such a brilliant bastard. Oh look, I think that one’s going to hyperventilate over Grantaire and Enjolras again.”