Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.

AN: Jean Duparc is a background character who was akumatized into the Magician of Misfortune. His akumatisation and subsequent battle is offscreen, but mentioned in Princes Fragrance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can someone please lend me an five Euro note?" Jean asked as a crowd gathered around him. "Anyone at all? It will be returned momentarily, I assure you, but I need a five euro note for this particular piece of magic."

It was a normal day at Collège Françoise Dupont. The sun was shining, no akumas had turned up and the courtyard was as busy. Students were busy enjoying their morning break and a few had gathered around to see Jean's latest magic trick.

"Anyone? Anyone at all?"

"I will."

Stepping out from the audience, a girl with short black hair and brown eyes tentatively held out a five euro note. With a flourish, he took the note from her, wrote his name on the note and set it on fire. (A surprisingly hard thing to do)

There were gasps from the audience and exclamations of pulled a lemon out from his pocket and gave it to the girl.

"Would you please hold up this lemon please?" he asked with a smile. and the girl duly obliged. "Go on, show the crowd that this is indeed a normal lemon. Nothing extraordinary about it whatsoever. Can you confirm that the lemon is indeed not tampered with?"

"It isn't," the girl said as she examined the lemon more closely with a slight frown. He handed her a knife.

"Would the fair maiden care to slice the lemon in half?" he asked gently. "From top to bottom."

With some trepidation, the girl slowly sawed through the lemon as instructed and gasped.

Sitting in the lemon was a folded up five euro note. A folded five Euro note that, when she looked closer, bore the same signature as the one she had just seen destroyed.

"But-how-wh-"

"Magic," Jean said with a smile and the bell rang. "And now the show is over. Thank you ladies and gentlemen and a round of applause for our brave audience member!"

There was a smattering of applause and soon the crowd dispersed. Jean smiled as he walked to class. Another successful trick completed another audienced wowed.

And of course, one step closer to the girl he was crushing on, Mireille Caquet.