@antinousxwild semi-plotted.
The first sign his mum was here was the distant sound of her voice. Luke got to his feet and moved to the doorway; they were in a holding pen with a bunch of other protestors, as they had been for quite a long time, now. The police hadn't been gentle and whilst he would get out with just bruises, Enjolras wasn't so lucky; nor were the others in the cell. But a moment later there was a rather cowed looking policeman, leading his mum, who had her notepad and what he thought of as her 'staring down bad-guys' face on.
"The right to protest is a human right, and you charged in there with weapons? Against children?" she was in the process of demanding, as the policeman mumbled something churlishly. "Luke." she said, finally, seeing him and smiling. The officer opened the door and cleared his throat. "You're all, uh, free to go - get your personal effects at the desk -" he mumbled. The other teens around them looked slightly wowed, and whilst most of them were sporting some sort of injury - and none had received care - they cautiously edged out of the space.
Luke threw his arms around his mum, who then held him at arm's length to look at him. "Luke." she said, softly. "And you must be Enjolras." she aimed at his friend, her eyes skating over his injuries. "Come on." she offered a hand, "Let's get you out of here. I have a report to write."
