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   Bridgette’s eyes widened slightly as the a small fire sparked to life in their curtains just a few feet away. “Marinette!” She squeaked, jumping up and grabbing the potion they kept on hand for such occasions. She quickly sprinkled some on the flames, watching as they sparked purple and blue before fading entirely.    The glare she gave her sister was half-hearted. “I ought to enchant all of our things so they’re fireproof.” They both knew she wouldn’t, she’d been threatening that for ages now. None of Marinette’s accidental were so bad that it warranted it quite yet. 

“There are like a gazillion spider themed vigilantes swinging around all over the place, but not once have I seen a ladybug.” Gwen landed with a soft thud on the ground eyeing the girl in the red and black suit, "Points for creativity.”

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Getting a scholarship into Clarin’s Dance Academy had been Bridgette’s dream. Losing it three years later due to an injury had absolutely wrecked her. The best part about the whole situation was that she got to go to school with Marinette. She was excited to see her sister so much more. While she recovered she wouldn’t be able to dance. While she mostly recovered over the summer, by the time school started her leg wasn’t at it’s best yet. School had started off well enough. Bridgette had fallen head-over-heels for Felix Agreste, and hung around with Marinette and her friends. Somehow, she’d caught the interest of Chloe. 

The girl had a mean side, but the more she was around her, the more she realized there was a lot more to Chloe than what Marinette had said. Bridgette found herself becoming good friends with Chloe and Sabrina. She knew how Marinette felt about Chloe, but she figured her sister would come around. After all, Bridgette had to leave Claude and Alexandra back at her old school. 

Boy was she wrong. 

Chloe, like the good friend she was, informed Bridgette as soon as she heard the news. Which, being Chloe, meant that Bridgette was informed of it nearly as soon as it happened. 

‘It’ being her sister asking her long-time crush out. 

And that crush saying yes. 

Bridgette had been at physical therapy when Chloe called, and when she got home, she was enraged. She walking upstairs, ignoring the pain in her ankle. Bridgette rarely got mad, but the few times she did, it was always an explosion. She took a deep breath before going into their room. She tossed her bag onto the bed and turned to Marinette, who was sewing at the table. 

“Marinette.” 

When she didn’t look up, Bridgette tried again. God, she felt like slapping her sister. 

“Marinette.” Her voice was ice cold and filled with an underlying fury. 

Marinette’s scolding always bothered her. Her sister had just seemed so busy lately, Bridgette hadn’t wanted to bother her. It hadn’t started off too bad. Just a cough and a slight headache. It’d been like that for about a week, slowly getting worse. However, this morning Bridgette had woken up and felt her head explode. Just overnight things had progressed to the point where she couldn’t ignore them anymore. 

“I’m fine, Marinette.” 

Surely her twin would see right through her. She could never keep anything from Marinette. A cough overtook her, shaking Bridgette’s whole body. Once it died down she sat up, rubbing her forehead. “Will you close the curtains?” Her voice was raspy and strained. She had a fever as well. 

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Hawk Moth held up the small birdcage, looking down at the red kwami within it’s minute, criss-crossed wires. Quite a work of art, if he did say so himself. The metal had been specially infused with a powerful essence that prevented magical beings, such as it’s captive, from moving through it. Such a wonderfully crafted device, finally put to use.

“Excellent work.” He praised, turning to his latest akumatized villain, “I’ll allow you to keep your powers as a reward. Bring me Cat Noir’s, and perhaps I’ll make you even stronger.“

“Not a problem, Hawk Moth!” The other saluted, then took off into the vast, French city. Once they had gone, the dark mastermind looked down at his other palm, in which nestled a pair of black earrings. The famous Ladybug Miraculous, which he had strived so hard to obtain, were finally, and literally, within his grasp. He closed his first around the delicate pieces of jewelry, and turned his attention back to the small captive.