||Over And Over Again [CN]

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The room was filled with chatter, all lively and full of morning greetings and new topics to tell. It buzzed with the morning sunlight hitting the big windows of College Franciose Dupont, depicting a nice scenery of a good day ahead.

The bell soon rang, indicating that class will start soon and students scrambled to get to their designated seats, murmuring to their seatmate about assignments and tests.

Soon, the teacher came to greet the students a pleasant morning. However, the clack of heels sounded different and the usual white and orange combo were replaced.

This wasn't their teacher.

"Good morning class, I'm (Name) (Last name) and I will be your substitute teacher until Ms Bustier comes back from maternity leave."

She had a kind smile plastered on her face, clad in short heels and an outfit similar to the orangehead. Her hair was styled differently, it flowed behind her and half rested upon her shoulders. The eyes bright as she scanned the room behind the glasses she wore.

"I'll be your history teacher from today."

"Uhm, Miss (Last name)? Aren't you from the graduating batch? So technically you're still a student, and isn't allowed to actually teach us yet? I doubt you even have the knowledge to even teach us anything."

The infamous daughter of the mayor, all blonde and yellow with popping blue eyes and makeup that suits her features. Anybody can spot her with her vibrant monochrome pallette.

"I'm on my internship, Chloe and  under Ms Bustier's guidance. It's my second day, actually. We didn't have any schedule yesterday so we haven't met yet."

A click of tongue from Chloe echoed throughout the silent classroom as she sat down with a plop and soon, the girl beside her comforted the blonde with a reassuring pat on the shoulder and strings of soft words.

"Now, let's start of with Napoleon Bonaparte and the History of France under his name."

The lesson went well, with the occasional questions from a few interested students. Words came flying by as she recalled her memories from long time ago, having experienced the whole entirety of the French Revolution and napoleonic wars.

It was full of bloodshed and Pain, thirst for death, authority, and land. She acknowledged the leader for his strong dedication and his achievements after the war ended.

Dying of Stomach Ulcer afterwards somewhere in st. Helena. A core memory perhaps? She was the nurse that had aided him and witnessed the final straw of breath.

"That's all for today, everyone. Can I also talk to Agreste? Adrien?"

She called for him, organizing her papers and attendance before facing the boy. He is the son of a renowned fashion tycoon, now working as a model for his father's brand and ranked one of the top 5 models of this year. Talk about nepotism.

"Yes, Miss?"

Her fingers took a moment to stop, his voice flowed like the melody of a song that she could listen on repeat for hours and hours on end.

"You missed out on a couple of activities this semester, I'm guessing it's because of your career?"

She faced him, eyes locking into his. The shade of viridescent met hers, full of life and shine. How pretty were they, so lively yet, so empty at the same.

"Oh yeah, sorry miss (last name). I'm pretty booked this month and missed a lot on class but my father sent an excuse letter every time!"

He scratched the nape of his neck, sending her an apologetic smile in hopes she could forgive him. She looked down upon the attendance of the class and noticed a string of excuses written on his name.

"Okay, since it's inevitable, you won't be given a deduction for late submission. You have until Friday to pass all the missed activities, Adrien."

She gave him a paper filled with the missed things he has to do before Friday this week and said her goodbye to the boy who's now left alone standing with the paper in hand.

"Adrien!"

A Swift of air and a black blob of a creature with ears like a cat's appeared from his bag, encircling him.

"Plagg! What're you doing? Someone might see you!"

Caution filled the boy, looking outside to see if any passerby would linger their eyes at the room he's in.

"Calm down, adrien. No one's gonna come here this late."

The kwami's voice had a drag of laziness and relaxation as he spoke to the holder. Munching onto the cheese in his hand as he did so.

"Can you do me a favour though?"

The kwami inquired.

"Huh?"

"Keep an eye on her."