It's been forever since I've written a Miraculous fic, but what better way to welcome season 2 coming this month in France than introducing an OC miraculous user? And yes, I realize that the episodes are still a couple weeks out, but I've been hyped this entire year, and nothing can get me down from that except more spoilers from season 2 XD

Master Fu stood from a distance, intently watching the battle between the latest akuma and Ladybug and Chat Noir. He came to monitor as many fights as he could, and occasionally checked in on Ladybug and Chat Noir's civilian lives. It gave him great joy to know that he had placed the two most powerful miraculouses in such capable hands. For some time now, though, he recognized that the fights between the two heroes and the akuma victims were getting longer, perhaps due to the fact that the heroes couldn't be in two places at once. Then again, nobody could.

"What do you think, Master?" Wayzz asked from his position above Fu's shoulder. He, too, was surveying the back-and-forth between their chosen heroes and Hawkmoth's villains.

Fu thought a moment, stroking his small beard, before answering. "I think it is time, Wayzz. We need to give Cierr her chosen. The only question now is- who will that be?"

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Nobody would expect something big to happen on a day with so much rain. At least, not normally.

However, this particular morning, two nearly identical girls, already drenched from the downpour, expected something amazing to happen- almost as amazing as the croissants they had bought from the bakery by their new school for breakfast. Or, at least, one of them did.

"Come on, Holly!" one of the girls called. Her long syrup-brown hair, pulled into a braid, was flinging droplets of water each time she hopped from puddle to puddle on the sidewalk, getting mud splatters all over her jeans and t-shirt and annoying some of the people around them. "I don't want to be late on our first day!"

The other girl, Holly, trailed a few feet behind, carefully avoiding the puddles her twin sister was jumping in. Her only answer was a silent nod and pushing her limp, wet hair out of her face so it didn't smudge her glasses, though it still stained the shoulders of her shirt with moisture. They still had fifteen minutes before classes started, but Holly decided not to mention it.

"Paige, you're going to get your clothes all muddy," Holly muttered in slight annoyance as she narrowly avoided her sister's splashing.

"So what? I can't be the only one in our school who likes puddles," Paige responded, hopping into another. The mud-filled water sprayed up and hit the backs of her legs, some of the droplets landing on Holly's knee-length socks. At least none hit her skirt; she would have ended Paige.

With a loud, irritated sigh, Holly quickened her pace to get ahead of Paige.

"Holly, come on! Just because we're not in the same classes doesn't mean-" she stopped in her tracks once she noticed her sister pointedly ignoring her. Blowing out a puff of air, Paige jogged ahead to catch up, the two matching each other's strides. "Look, Holls, you'll be fine. The lady at the bakery said her daughter is in your class, yeah? I'm sure she'll show you the ropes and everything."

"Not the point," Holly grumbled as they approached the looming doors of the school. It didn't matter if she would know anyone going in; soon everyone would keep away from her like they always did, even if she didn't tell them all about her. She figured she just had one of those personalities that others didn't usually hang around. Keeping her head down, she and Paige walked through the throngs of students to the stairs.

"My homeroom is down here," Paige said with a small smile. "Don't worry, Holls. You're going to be fine."

She didn't react when Paige gave her a tight hug, and only left once Paige began talking to her homeroom teacher. She made her way slowly up the stairs to Madame Bustier's classroom. Thankfully, as much as she could see, she was one of the first people in the room, the only other being a boy who was drawing at his seat.

Quickly and quietly, she introduced herself to her teacher and took her seat in front of the drawing boy. She felt his eyes on her for just a second before they returned to his paper. As for her, she pulled out a book and began reading. Paige had told her before that she tended to. . .what were her words? . . . "Live vicariously through that fiction trash you read." Of course, Holly didn't think it was trash; there were some perfectly legit romantic moments in a lot of the teen fiction she read. And besides, sometimes the more cliché something was, the better! Her only and closest friend from her old school, Amelia, would surely agree.

Whatever the matter, Holly soon got lost in the fictional world of Fangirl, her favorite Rainbow Rowell book. She was so immersed in Cath's world that she almost didn't notice when a big, burly guy took his seat next to her, or when just about every seat in the room was filled and there was animated chatter going about the class.

Soon, though, it was quieted by Madame Bustier calling the class to order. Quickly, Holly bookmarked her spot and looked up front. Madame Bustier had taken up a relaxed position, leaning against the front of her desk with her ankles crossed. "Good morning, class. As you may have noticed, we have a new student joining us. Holly, could you raise your hand, please?" Holly complied, shrinking a little when she felt the stares of fourteen students land on her- and she could tell that not all of them were friendly. "Now, since today's assignment is reading and discussing volume two of Les Misérables, Adrien, would you mind showing Holly around?"

"Not at all, Madame Bustier," a blonde boy in the front of the class answered. He set his books on his desk, prompting Holly to do the same with a grin, before Holly followed him out of the classroom.

"So where are you transferring from?" Adrien asked once the classroom door was shut. He was obviously intent on making small talk while they went around the school, while she was intent to do the exact opposite.

"Lille," she answered with a small sigh. "We only moved because my parents' jobs were transferred."

Adrien gave her a sympathetic glance as he began leading Holly down the stairs. "Did you leave a lot of friends there? That must've been awful."

Please. Leaving was far from that when it came to the general school public. "Actually, my only friends were- are my sister Paige- she's in a different class- and Amelia. Amelia was the closest thing I had to another sister, in all honesty, and I nearly threw a fit about leaving because of her. As hard as leaving was for me, though,Paige has it ten times worse. She actually had more than one non-related friend."

Her answer must've stunned him silent, because they walked a little ways without talking. And when they did talk, well. . . "Anyway, the library is down that way," he explained, pointing down a hallway. "The gym is separate from this building, but you should have no trouble getting there. It's just a block over, but if you need any help finding it, feel free to ask me. Next is the science room. . ."

The rest of the tour was silent other than Adrien's occasional comment on the different classrooms and other miscellaneous information. "That's about it. Like I said before, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, or really anyone in class." He tried for a smile, but the awkwardness between the two extinguished it. "We should probably head back to class now."

"Yeah," Holly agreed with a small nod. Les Mis was one of her favorite books, and she was sure that the work in this class wouldn't be too hard for her. From where they were, Madame Bustier's classroom wasn't far, just up the stairs. "Um, thank you, though. For the tour."

"It's no problem." This time Adrien's grin stayed steady, his green eyes shining as they started up the stairs. "Oh, and in case you wanted to know, the name of the boy you're sitting next to is Ivan. He seems tough, but he's actually a really nice." That comment brought them to the classroom door. Holly put her hand on the door handle, about to push it open, when she felt Adrien's hand land gently on her shoulder. "Hey, I know what it's like to only have one or two friends. Trust me, though, the people in this class are some of the best friends you can have. Just give them a chance." His eyes searched hers, somewhat pleadingly, but with a sympathetic undertone.

She blinked, breaking their connection. "Y-yeah, maybe." Adrien nodded with a smile and lifted his hand off of her shoulder, allowing her to open the door and go back to her seat.

"Perfect timing, you two," Madame Bustier commented as they sat down. "We were just about to discuss the significance of Cosette to this volume of the story. Holly, if you don't feel prepared to answer any questions I may have, then I recommend you read the second volume. I have a copy down here if you would like it."

"Actually, Madame, I've read Les Mis multiple times. I feel I am fully prepared for this discussion," Holly timidly spoke up as she settled back into her seat. "I have a copy of my own at home, too."

Madame Bustier's eyebrows lifted a bit in surprise. "Alright, then. Now, who can tell me about the Thénardiers?"

Yeah, this chapter wasn't that long. The chapters in general won't be too long, and there'll be nine chapters, uploaded every Thursday- yes, that includes America's Thanksgiving- taking us into the first week of December. Also, if you haven't noticed, there are two new things on my profile:

One, my google plus account MythGirl the Pokemon Master will have fanfiction updates as well as random stuff relating to Miraculous and Pokemon, and occasionally other fandoms I'm in. Two, I have a poll up asking whether or not you think I should change my account name to MythGirl the Pokemon Master to make things easier for everyone or if I should leave my name how it is.

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