[At least, he worked as one and had hoped to settle in the career after finishing with his law degree to satisfy his parents. Not that Enjolras had put much effort into that degree when there were other questions that mattered more to him than learning, and upholding, a legal system he did not agree with. In any case, the education did supply him with an easy reference for everything, exactly, that was wrong in the world.

It was simply more the matter of him attending class when he had other work to do that created something of the problem. Granted, he'd absorbed enough he could have sat the bar, which happens when you keep company with creatures like a Bahorel, but drawing out the process had given him a good excuse to stay in Paris for as long as he had managed it, and set him up well for the work of social justice and rebellion, and chronicling the issues for the masses. It was where Enjolras had truly felt alive, at least. Of course, that detail WAS the problem.]

Ah, exactly why I have been asking for volunteers in those areas. Greek, I could manage, and perhaps Latin, but anything other than those or French is a large part of my problem. I've run into it in the hospital too.

[this is when something is occurring to him and he's making a bit of a face.]

And what an idiot I am. During the festival, recently, Asti himself offered those of us caring for the hatchings a boon. I ought to have asked him for another language.

[Facepalm? Oh definitely.]