Cosette, protector of her husband’s virtue from bored ghosts of dead roommates. Or… just the one bored ghost of the one dead roommate.
I love these three so much! I love all possible permutations of these three. I hope that after the panic and misunderstanding has subsided, Cosette holds a handkerchief to Courfeyrac’s bloody spectral nose while Marius paces by the fireplace and tries to come to terms with what is happening in his life.
I didn’t know one could uppercut spirits, says Cosette.
Neither did I, Lanoire, says Courfeyrac.
Maybe next time, says Cosette, reproachfully, you should knock first instead of abruptly materializing on top of my husband in our marriage bed.