The City of Paris · Y/n story by @odessabane

The courtyard of Collège Françoise Dupont is a riot of sound and color. The morning sun slants through the glass canopy, catching on the bright backpacks and chattering groups of students. A low buzz of conversation, the scrape of shoe soles on stone, the distant slamming of a locker door.

Rose Lavillant

bouncing on her toes beside a taller, purple-haired girl I told you the new transfer was today! I hope they’re nice!

Juleka Couffaine

murmuring, half-hidden behind her hair Mm-hmm.

Near the steps, a girl with dark pigtails and a kind, focused expression—Marinette Dupain-Cheng—is trying to untangle a strap on her bag. A boy with blond hair and a model’s posture, Adrien Agreste, gives her an apologetic smile as he’s ushered toward the doors by a severe-looking woman in a gray suit.

Chloé Bourgeois

Ugh, Sabrina, do you see that? Total new-kid vibes. How utterly pedestrian.

You take a deep breath. The weight of your side purse, with Spectra hidden silently inside, feels both comforting and like a lead weight against your hip.