{ ♪ } -- The woman frowned a little, noting the careful language he used. Hands found her hips and she gave a sigh, offering the smallest quirk of her lips as a smile.

"Adrien... I know it's hard to open up, especially to someone new. I'm not gonna force you to talk to me if you really don't want to. But I want you to know that you can, and I won't be one to judge you or get upset with you because you're telling me how you feel."

Arms wrap around her middle and she chewed on her lip. It was a bad habit of hers to want to jump immediately to comfort someone, but she needed to be more reserved. Lifting a hand to toy with her hair, she eventually smiled.

“Hey, how are you holding up?”

@catastrophex //;; Continued - X

     ~*;; Welp... Marinette puckered her lips in the slightest hint of a pout. She should have known Felix would know that little trivia fact; but she always tried to stump him with something he didn’t know. It was a personal goal - not that she would ever tell him that, because then she would just feel stupid for never finding a fact he didn’t know. 

     “Yeah.” She sighed in defeat, hanging her head lightly. “Alya sent me these ‘cool facts you never knew about Halloween’ links and that was one I definitely didn’t know and thought it was super cool.” She shrugged a little before peeking at what he was doing. 

However, one of the other main reasons why he had come to Paris was due to the fact that someone had been turning innocent people into what Peter would consider to be a "supervillain". The matter had been recorded by the Avengers and sent to him, much to Mr. Stark's frustration. So in addition to his work as Peter, he also had work as Spider Man.

It was now that he and his classmates had been escorted to their hotel, which, according to Peter, made the Washington D.C. hotel look like a cheap bed and breakfast. He had just brought in his bag, making sure he checked in with both his Aunt and Mr. Stark, both of them pressing him to keep them informed.

It had just been a simple black box sitting on her desk when she got home.  She didn’t know who put it there, but as soon as she opened it there was a green flash of light.  The girl screamed and jumped back as a tiny cat appeared from the ring.  After a minute of freaking out, he explained that he was a kwami and would turn her into a hero. “I-I don’t think you have the right person.” She frowned. “I’m too clumsy to be a hero.  Yes you definitely have the wrong person.”

“No you were chosen for a reason.”  The tiny cat, who had revealed his name was Plagg, said as he tried to eat yet another thing in her room. “The guardian doesn’t make mistakes.  Now you need to hurry and transform so you can beat Stone Heart.”

“O-Okay.” She mumbled and put the ring on. “Plagg, claws out!”A green light flashed again and soon she was standing in a skin tight leather suit.  A belt wrapped around her waist , hanging behind her.  When she noticed it, it began to move, swaying back and forth with her emotions.  Ears rested in her hair, turning to pick up different sounds from outside.  Her eyes were covered in a black mask and her pupils were now slits.  Silver lined her gloves and the steel toed boots on her feet. It also accented the end of the tail, the tip of her boots, as well as the fingers of the gloves.  She now also had claws. “Cool…” She mumbled, examining herself in the mirror.  She loved the outfit design.

A silver staff sat just above her butt. She grabbed it while climbing onto the terrace and pressed a button.  It extended. “Woah!” She smiled and used it to vault to the next building. This was amazing! She began to run across the roofs, building up speed as she leapt from building to building. Eventually she stopped and extended the staff again, placing it on the roof and walking across it like a tight rope.  Wow the suit helped a lot with her balance too!

“ luck comes & goes; you have to SEIZE it. bad luck comes & goes; it must be OVERCOME. but i will never, never sit at the side of the road showing my wounds & SHOUTING, ‘ IT’S DESTINY ‘ ! “

Sirius had been here long enough to realize how the world worked. People came and went, but recently, things had been changing. They were on the cusp of something, and after receiving that message in the notebook, he was sure only bad things were coming. He’d stayed away from his home to avoid another war-like confrontation. He wasn’t exactly KEEN on getting involved in another. 

So, he did what he always did, and hit the bar. 

It was rare to see the twins apart, but that appeared to be the case that day as Brie sat alone at their normal table near the bar. Her gaze was firmly set on her journal, her right hand absentmindedly fiddling with a pen while her left propped up her chin.

After a few minutes (it felt like an eternity to her) she let out a groan and allowed her head to hit the table.

He’s avoiding me. He’s actually actively avoiding me.