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“Then we better find her akuma fast,” Cat Noir said, dodging a lightning bolt that shattered a mailbox. The battle moved across Paris. Stormy Weather summoned a hailstorm over the Eiffel Tower, forcing tourists to flee. She sent a tornado down the Champs-Élysées, lifting cars like toys. She made the Seine churn and splash over its banks.

Adrien laughed, and for a moment, the loneliness in his chest lifted. Back at the bakery, Marinette flopped onto her bed, exhausted but happy. Tikki curled up on the pillow beside her.

Across the hallway, Adrien had ducked behind a pillar. “Plagg, claws out!” Miraculous- As Aventuras de Ladybug- 1-1 1-- Tem...

Marinette froze. “No… not again!” She dove under her bed, retrieved a crumpled paper, stuffed it into her bag, and then ran out the door, kissing her father on the cheek as she passed. “Love you, Papa! Love you, Maman! Bye!”

Ladybug’s earrings beeped. Two spots left. “Time’s up, Cat. Same time tomorrow?” “Then we better find her akuma fast,” Cat

“Thanks, Tikki. But you know what? I still don’t know who Cat Noir is. He’s brave and funny and… kind of cute. In a cat-like way.”

Tikki’s red eyes were serious. “You know what to do, Marinette. Spots on!” She sent a tornado down the Champs-Élysées, lifting

“I’m ready! Almost! Nearly! Not quite!” Marinette Dupain-Cheng hopped on one foot, her other shoe dangling. Her small, red Kwami, Tikki, hid inside her purse, giggling.

Tikki smiled knowingly. “Maybe one day you will.”

Aurore Beauréal walked past, her head held high, her blonde hair shimmering under the fluorescent lights. She had a kind face, but today it was tight with anxiety. She’d worked so hard for that contest—memorizing weather patterns, practicing her on-camera smile, dreaming of becoming a real TV meteorologist. And now, thanks to the win, she’d been promised an internship at Paris’s biggest weather station.

She raised her arms, and the sky answered. Clouds boiled from nowhere, turning noon into twilight. Rain lashed the windows. Hail the size of marbles bounced off cars. Inside the school, panic erupted.

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