Jasmine Dinsmoore was beginning to regret moving to Paris.
Paris was much more than she had expected. Sure, the people looked nice, but they were different from her friends back home. Everyone looked so sophisticated. She was sure to stand out from the crowd, but she didn't know yet if that would be a good thing, all things considered. Everyone looked like they stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine, and all she had going for her were her jeans-and-t-shirt combos that displayed not just the college her mom used to teach at, but also the schools in the states where some of her other family members lived. Sure, she had a few sweaters, dresses, blouses, dress jackets, and skirts, and even a few polo shirts, khaki pants and dress pants, but she only wore those on special occasions. And then there were her hobbies. She was a fanfiction writer, but she didn't know how the students in her new school would like them, while her friends back home always went wild over them and even helped her write some stories, which were also very well received. Also, back home, her friends always loved the treats she made for them, but who knew how the people here would react to what she made? Back home, her neighbors called her 'the neighborhood baker', but how could her plain-looking and ordinary tasting desserts measure up to the edible works of art she saw in some of the bakery window displays? And then, speaking of taste, there was her taste in music and movies. She liked the older music artists, not the more modern artists like XY ("Talentless one-hit wonder" she'd called him when she first heard a song of his). However, she thought Clara Nightingale was neat, since she rhymed with just about every word she spoke, and Jagged Stone was okay, but thought it might take a while to form an opinion of his music (and she especially hated how he said that he was allergic to cats. "Unacceptable! Everyone loves cats, and they might say they're allergic, but it's all in their heads!" she'd pouted after hearing an interview he'd given.)
"Jazz, it's going to be fine," her father, Roger, smiled, cutting into her thoughts. "You'll be going to a new school, you'll make new friends," his smile became a grin as he saw the cookbook in her hands, "and you'll get all sorts of new ideas for recipes."
"Always thinking with your stomach," her mother, Nancy, smirked at him, she turned back to Jasmine. "But really, Jazz, you'll do fine. And at least you've got one friend with you now."
Jasmine gave a half smile toward the cat carrier in the back of the car. Socks, the gray and white tuxedo kitten her parents had given her before they left the States, had been asleep for a while now. "I know, but I've also been reading those online blogs, articles, and reports about the akumas that are always around here. What if one of us gets targeted by them?"
"If that happens, you know Ladybug and Chat Noir will help us," Nancy assured her, having read a few articles about the superheroes herself.
"But maybe Hawk Moth will cut us some slack for a few days, since it's our first day here and he doesn't know what sets us off yet," Roger half-jokingly agreed. "But for now, as soon as we get settled in the house, we're all going to meet with Mr. Agreste."
Jasmine nodded. Only two months ago, she had learned that her father had been chosen to replace one of Gabriel Agreste's lawyers, who had accepted a new job in a different city. Roger had been excited about the idea, and he actually knew the person, since the two of them were childhood friends and later pen pals, and the friend had recommended Roger for the position with Gabriel in Paris. He and Nancy had also told Jasmine that they had honeymooned in France, and Nancy had dreamed of coming back one day. However, Jasmine herself hadn't been too keen on moving to Paris at first, since she didn't know that much French, aside from the few lessons she'd had when she was younger, but hopefully it would be enough to get by. However, she had recently downloaded an app to her phone that would translate what people said to her. She'd also practiced French with the captions on her DVDs (and she thought it was especially cool when she watched one of her Harry Potter DVDs with French captions, when she learned that Voldemort's real middle name, Marvolo, was Elvis in French! She wasn't really an Elvis Presley fan, but she did like music.) She also knew a few English songs that had French lyrics, so she thought that might help her a little.
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When they finally arrived at their new house, Jasmine took Socks up to her new room first. She thought it was a good-sized area, much bigger than her room back home, and there was plenty of room for Socks' cat bed, even though she knew Socks would most likely explore the house all night instead of staying in her room. "What do you think?"
Socks looked around the room with a tired green eye. She curled up on Jasmine's bed and watched as Jasmine started unpacking.
She hooked her computer and printer up to the Internet, then as she unpacked, she found one of her most prized possessions: her iPod, and plugged it into the computer to charge it. "We'll sing when it's fully charged," Jasmine promised her as she continued working.
"Or maybe you can wait until tomorrow to sing with her," Nancy said as she came up to check on her. "We're just about ready to meet Mr. Agreste." Looking up, Jasmine noticed that she had changed into a white blouse and one of the skirt-and-blazer combos she wore when she and the family went to a fancy restaurant or met with Roger's important clients; this one was her favorite green ensemble. Roger himself was wearing a nice dark gray jacket and pants, a red dress shirt, a dark red tie, and his new gray dress shoes. Jasmine figured that they must have changed clothes instead of starting to get fully unpacked, since those clothes weren't what they had worn on the plane, or the drive to the house.
"Okay, Mom," Jasmine said at last. "Just give me five minutes and I'll be ready too." Five minutes later, she came out, wearing her new khaki pants and a blue polo shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, but she kept her normal sneakers on. She turned to Socks. "We'll be back later, Socks; you're in charge while we're gone."
Socks didn't reply; she just curled up on the bed and fell asleep.
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Half an hour later, Jasmine was completely floored when she set foot inside the mansion.
Her first impression of the Agreste mansion was that it was a lot like the large houses in that one town back home. She hadn't been in them herself, but she recalled what her dad had often told her when he went to a client who lived there, and she'd only seen the exterior as she and her parents drove past them every day. All the houses in that town were large, stately dwellings, but this one beat them all. And this place, she thought to herself, was no mere mansion; it was a palace out of a fairy tale!
As she followed Gabriel's son Adrien to his room so the adults could discuss business, as well as what Roger's new job would be like, Jasmine couldn't help but stop and look at each of the pieces of art and the portraits along the way. She also took a few pictures of some of the pieces, knowing that one of her friends' moms loved art, and she'd love to see what kind of pieces they had here in Paris. She hadn't even noticed she was alone until she turned around and saw that Adrien was gone. As she tried to find her way again, she couldn't help but pause outside of Gabriel's atelier when she saw the large portrait of his wife.
"That looks familiar," she mused, taking a picture of it, then looking up the portrait on her phone.
"Miss Dinsmoore? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Adrien," Gabriel's voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Mr. Agreste," Jasmine looked up and saw that she was alone. "I'm sorry, sir; I was looking at all of your incredible portraits and your art, and I got lost and distracted. As I was trying to find my way back to Adrien's room, I saw the portrait of the lady in your office. I thought it looked familiar, so I just looked it up. I'm sorry if I caused any trouble."
"Don't worry, you didn't. That's Emilie, my wife, and Adrien's mother," Gabriel explained. He saw the picture on Jasmine's phone and nodded, allowing himself to smile softly. "And you're right; her portrait does resemble Klimt's Woman in Gold. The artist I commissioned to paint her said he drew inspiration from that piece."
"Yes, it's a beautiful portrait, Jasmine, but your father and I have some things to discuss with Mr. Agreste now," Nancy murmured. She and Roger called Jasmine by her nickname, Jazz, when the family was at home or when they went out together to more casual places. They called her by her real name when they were all with one of Roger's important clients, or his boss.
"She's right, but don't worry; I was star-struck too, when I first came in here, and I've been in the mansions in that town back home!" Roger agreed. He looked around and whispered, "And this place makes those houses look like the little playhouse in the yard that you had as a kid!"
At the same time, Gabriel pushed a button on his intercom. "Nathalie, Miss Dinsmoore's been found. Send the Gorilla to my office and have him escort her to Adrien's room."
"Okay, and I'll just go like this all the way to his room, so I don't get distracted again," Jasmine agreed, putting her phone in her pocket, then putting her hands up at the corner of her eyes, as if giving herself blinders as Adrien's bodyguard entered the room a few moments later. "And again, sir, I'm sorry to have bothered you." she added as she and the Gorilla left.
When Jasmine was gone, Roger turned to Gabriel. "She's a good kid, Mr. Agreste."
"She is," Gabriel nodded. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Jasmine. She looked like a good candidate for Adrien's friendship, especially since she was the daughter of one of his own lawyers.
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When Jasmine finally made it inside Adrien's room, she was as impressed with everything in there as she had been in the rest of the house.
"Jasmine, I'm glad you made it," Adrien greeted her. "I heard you got lost and found your way into Father's office. I hope he wasn't too mad."
"No, he was actually pretty understanding. Probably because my dad works for him and he wanted to make a good first impression," Jasmine assured him. "I hope you don't mind, but I took a few pictures of some of the portraits and pieces of art around here, as well as the one of your mom in his office. One of my friend's moms loves art, and I wanted to show her some of the things I saw."
"That's fine," Adrien smiled. "Now, what would you like to do? I've got video games, a climbing wall…" his smile faded when Jasmine shuddered. "Okay, skip the climbing wall…"
"Sorry, Adrien, but I am terrified of rock climbing!" Jasmine admitted. "Some of my friends took me to an indoor climbing wall last year, and I made it about halfway up before I slipped. Since then, I've been scared of climbing and vowed never to do that again!"
"That's okay, you don't have to do that if you don't want to," Adrien assured her, "but I've got video games and a foosball table..."
"Foosball?" Jasmine now stiffened in mock offense. "You're playin' the foosball? Foosball is the devil!"
"Yes, I've seen that movie a few times," Adrien smirked when he heard Jasmine quoting one of his favorite movies. "My friend Nino has it, and he and I can pretty much quote the whole thing!" He paused, thinking for a few moments. "But you know, you may be onto something; that must be why Father and Nathalie are always so ornery: it's because of their medulla oblongattas!"
As they laughed and talked about all the movies they'd seen, Adrien also mentioning his mother's movie Solitude, which he now had, thanks to him and his friend Max burning Gabriel's copy onto a blank DVD so he could also have a copy of it, Jasmine's nose alerted her to a new smell, something she recognized from a cheese tasting she and Nancy had gone to a few weeks ago. "Adrien, not to get off the topic, but do you smell Camembert cheese?"
Adrien looked worried. The last thing he needed was to have Jasmine learn about his secret identity, Chat Noir, and to find his Camembert-obsessed kwami, Plagg. However, he just said, "I recently restocked my fridge with it. Ever since I started going to Francois Dupont, I've developed a major craving for it."
"That's okay," Jasmine smiled. "I'll have to look up some recipes that call for that."
"You cook?" Adrien's smile was back, but he hoped that Plagg wouldn't pop out and give himself away as he begged her for the recipes. "You'll have to get together with my friend Marinette. Her parents own the bakery that's across the street from the school. She always brings treats in for the new students."
"Well, now I can give her a break," Jasmine smirked. "Since my mom and dad told me that I'm starting your school on Monday, I'll make a treat for everyone in class."
"That sounds great," Adrien smiled. "And let me tell you about the people in class."
Jasmine smiled as Adrien told her about his classmates. She thought she might have some fun with Chloe if she pulled anything with her (and unknown to Adrien, she had an idea of a dialogue she could have with her). She and Nino could compare notes on their favorite music artists. She could also discuss movies with not just Nino and Adrien, but also Ivan and Mylene. She and Max could probably mop the floor with everyone when they played trivia games. She also thought she'd take Adrien up on his offer to bake something alongside Marinette.
However, her cheerful look turned dark when he told her about Lila. "Wait; let me get this straight: this Lila Rossi person is a pathological liar and you told Marinette to take the high road after Marinette called her out on a lie?" she frowned. "No offense intended, but you do know that was more than a little stupid, right?"
"No offense taken, and yes I do," Adrien admitted. "I thought Lila's lies weren't hurting people, but they really were. Marinette told me that she's been targeting her since she got back from one of her trips, and she was even expelled because of Lila, but the expulsion was overturned, again thanks to Lila, but I encouraged her to do that. I apologized to Marinette, and she forgave me after a while. I even told her that I only gave her that high road advice because I didn't know that Lila had threatened her. We've been trying to come up with ideas to get the others to catch onto her, but it's been hard."
"And I take it your friends also learned about what you said to Marinette?" Jasmine continued.
"Yes they did," Adrien nodded. "A few weeks ago, my friends told me to take Marinette on a date and treat her like the princess she is." He smiled at the memory, recalling how amazing his princess looked in the dusty rose Chinese qipao dress and matching flats she had designed. He had even paid for everything: the dinner, the flowers, the movie, and even the ice cream. His smile soon faded. "Unfortunately, some of the others in class, especially Alya, still don't believe Marinette, and it's getting harder to convince them, since they're so drawn to Lila's lies."
"In any case, I guess your advice made a kind of sense. You thought Lila's lies were like the tabloids or those entertainment reports that keep airing on TV every other day. If you ignore them long enough, people get tired of it and it goes away, and I think that might be something your dad taught you when you became a model," Jasmine added. On Adrien's nod, she continued, "Maybe I can help. You know my dad's a lawyer, and I can try to get evidence of what Lila's saying so we have something on a record, so the next time she lies, we can send the recording to him, and he can get in contact with the people she's talking about, and if they want to have legal action taken, they can use the recording as evidence."
"That's a good idea, but here in Paris, it's illegal to record someone without their permission," Adrien frowned.
"Well, do the teachers let us record the lessons, so if we need to review something later, we can play it back?" Jasmine suggested, hoping she could use her idea as a loophole, and remembering how some of her mother's World Mythology students used to do that in her school. On Adrien's nod, she continued, "Maybe if we're recording the lessons, Lila might let something slip and we could take it to the principal or play it for the teachers if we can catch them alone."
"It's worth a shot," Adrien said at last. "If you want, when we get the recording, we can get together with my friend Max, and he can filter out the lesson so just Lila's words play, then we can take it to Miss Bustier and Mr. Damocles."
"We can try that," Jasmine agreed. "More than one person telling them the same thing might be the push they need to get the problem taken care of."
"But there is something else you need to know about that," Adrien broke in, "Lila tends to tell her stories throughout the whole lesson, and with everyone but me, Chloe, Marinette, and the art kids-"
"Art kids…that's Nathaniel, Rose, Juleka, and Alix, right?" Jasmine asked.
"That's right," Adrien nodded, "With the exceptions of the art kids, Chloe, Marinette, and I hanging onto her every word, nobody gets any work done. I should also say Markov, Max's AI friend, also records the lessons for Max when he gets caught up in listening to Lila. Marinette scheduled after-school study sessions to try and get us caught up to the lesson plan, but Lila always comes into the library while we're working and keeps interrupting us, but as soon as we tell her that we're studying, she runs out. Don't get me wrong; we're all where we're supposed to be right now, but Miss Bustier told us about a test coming up in our literature class, and it's worth a good part of our grade. And we've got oral reports due soon in Ms. Mendeleiev's class." He smiled as he added, "Marinette even convinced Nathalie, and my father, that she'd be my personal tutor when my Chinese, fencing, piano lessons, or my photoshoots overlap with the study sessions."
"And do the teachers have anything to say about Lila?" Jasmine asked.
"Ms. Mendeleiev doesn't tolerate Lila talking in class, and won't take any nonsense from her. The kids in her class also don't believe what Lila says, so that's more people on our side," Adrien started. "The other teachers…well, some of them don't tolerate Lila's stories, but..."
"But?" Jasmine prompted, seeing him look away and rub the back of his neck.
"Remember what I said about Miss Bustier?" Adrien asked. When Jasmine nodded, he continued, "She doesn't stop Lila from telling her stories during class. And when we try to tell her what she's been doing, saying, and how she's been treating Marinette, she tells us to be the bigger person and to forgive Lila, and be a good example for the rest of the class…"
"Let me get this straight: Lila's the one acting like a bully, and we have to forgive her?" Jasmine repeated. "Like I said before, you do realize that's more than a little stupid, right?"
"Yes, but that's how Miss Bustier works," Adrien sighed.
"Well, at least we'll have a little bit of evidence to start with," Jasmine sighed.
The rest of the visit was mostly making plans to have Jasmine meet all of Adrien's friends the next day. Unfortunately, they had to meet them in the afternoon, since Adrien had a piano lesson in the morning. However, Nathalie did tell him that the rest of his schedule was free.
"That's great, Nathalie," Adrien smiled. He knew that his Chinese tutor was visiting family in China for a month, and that his fencing instructor was taking some of the older students to a week-long competition in London. Also, Vincent, his photographer, was out of town for two weeks visiting family, so his photo shoot was postponed. That meant that he could have a little time to spend helping Jasmine get to know his friends.
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When Jasmine and her parents got home later that evening, they talked about everything they had done. Roger seemed especially interested in what Jasmine had learned about Lila, as well as her idea to record Lila lying to the class and how she had been threatening Marinette. "Adrien's right that recording someone in Paris without their permission is illegal, Jazz, but if you get evidence of threats, blackmail, or someone lying, it may be allowed in court."
"That's what I figured too," Jasmine agreed. "But Adrien did tell me that if Lila thinks we're just recording the lessons to review later, she won't be suspicious of what we're doing."
"Ah, loopholes," Roger chuckled, reaching out and mussing her hair. "I've taught you well!"
"I am my daddy's daughter!" Jasmine grinned, knowing that they shared a few other hobbies and favorite things.
"Okay, you two," Nancy waved them apart, "Now that we've all settled in, why don't we go out for dinner? We can also try to find that Andre person and get some ice cream."
"Sounds like a plan," Roger smiled, Jasmine nodding in agreement.
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The next day, Jasmine was up early, and the kitchen was already smelling as good as it had back home. Since Nancy had contacted Mr. Damocles while they were on the flight to Paris, they were going to meet with him and the teachers that morning. Just like she did back home, Jasmine had declared the kitchen hers and started baking treats for the teachers. Jasmine had put the finishing touches on the cupcakes she had made. Since Adrien told her that Mr. Damocles loved owls, she made sure to make an owl design on the treats.
"It feels weird going into school on a Saturday," Jasmine commented as she put the cupcakes in a box she'd found. "I mean, I know I sometimes went in with you to your school on some weekends and helped with paperwork and running errands for you, but only a few people were around."
"I know, but this works out for us," Nancy assured her, "I'd gotten an email from Mr. Damocles this morning that said we could come in after a mandatory staff meeting, which couldn't be rescheduled. That way, we'll get to meet him, as well as the teachers."
"And maybe when we get done with that, Adrien's piano lesson will be finished," Jasmine added.
After meeting with Mr. Damocles, who absolutely loved the cupcakes, Jasmine and her parents met with Miss Caline Bustier and Ms. Danica Mendeliev, who were equally impressed with the treats, Ms. Mendeliev even whispering that Jasmine could probably give Marinette a run for her money. Both teachers seemed nice, even though Roger whispered to Jasmine that even though she looked nice, Ms. Mendeliev reminded him of Professor McGonagall in a lab coat.
"Speaking of which," Jasmine whispered, then she raised her voice. "Ms. Mendeliev?" When the teacher in question nodded toward her, Jasmine continued, "Before I start your class, I think I should tell you that I'm really sensitive to smells, and I can't tolerate loud noises, and it's been like that ever since I was little. So, if you see me covering my nose, mouth, or ears during one of your demonstrations or class exercises, or cringing and wincing when something or someone gets loud near me, or if you see me sneaking out to get some fresh air, that's what's going on." She also glanced at Miss Bustier. "And I think you should both know that I have trouble speaking in public. I do participate in class discussions, but when it comes to oral reports, I freeze up. The teachers back home offered to let me give my presentations after class, when it was just them and me, or I'd go on the last day of the assignment."
"Don't worry, Jasmine," Miss Bustier smiled, "We'll work out something for you. But you really shouldn't be uncomfortable. My class is very understanding and supportive."
"As are my students, but I'll help situate you, so you're not bothered by any sounds or smells," Ms. Mendeliev agreed.
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After a little while, Jasmine and her parents were back at the Agreste mansion. Adrien was finishing up a piece on his piano, and his instructor was praising his progress.
"That was great, Adrien," Jasmine smiled as the song ended.
"Thanks, Jasmine," Adrien smiled.
"Jazz, please," Jasmine corrected, smiling back as she got her iPod out. "Now, how would you like to learn another piece?"
"You play the piano?" Adrien asked.
"I dabble," Jasmine admitted as she scrolled through her songs, then found the one she was looking for.
"I'd like to see this as well, young lady," the instructor suggested.
"Yes, sir," Jasmine said as she sat next to Adrien. "Okay, you'll have to ask Miss Sancoeur or someone to look up the song and print the music for you."
"No music in front of you?" the instructor looked surprised. "You only rely on your iPod to help you?"
"Jasmine plays by ear, like my mother and grandmother used to," Nancy explained. "My grandmother and her two sisters would watch music shows on TV, then they'd get out their accordion and fiddle, and sit at their organ, then they'd play the songs they heard."
"Fascinating," they heard Nathalie's voice behind them. "I'll look up the song and find a printable version so Adrien can learn it."
"Okay, now until you get your new music, Adrien, this is how your part goes," Jasmine said as she turned her iPod on, put the buds in her ears, and played a few notes on the piano.
"Like this?" Adrien said as he played the notes.
"Perfect," Jasmine agreed as she started the song again. "Ready? Let's go!"
(instrumental music break here; The Smile of a Child by Paul Reeves)
Throughout the whole song, Adrien played the notes Jasmine had played for him, while she played the rest of the tune.
When the song began, Gabriel came out and listened as well. "That's very good, especially considering that it's Adrien's first time with a new piece, and in a style that he's never played before."
"Very interesting, indeed," the piano instructor agreed. He turned to Roger and Nancy. "But where exactly did your daughter hear this song?"
"This song is from a television show that Jasmine loved back home," Roger added, since he recognized the song. "Even though she doesn't play the piano professionally like Nancy's mother, who did teach her a little bit, or like Adrien, she tries her best, and she has a strong talent for music."
Following the end of the song, Gabriel said, "That was very impressive, both of you."
"Thank you, sir," Jasmine smiled as Nathalie came up with the new music.
"Thank you, Father!" Adrien smiled. "And thank you for the new music, Nathalie!"
"Think of that as an extra credit piece," Jasmine said as they left with the Gorilla to meet up with Adrien's friends.
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When Adrien introduced Jasmine to his friends, they welcomed her into their group with open arms. They were all hanging out in Marinette's bakery, and Jasmine felt like she was at home. She even made one of her friends' favorite recipes for them, Sorting Hat cupcakes. In fact, when Marinette's parents, Tom and Sabine, tried them, they declared the treats to be a big hit, and asked her for the recipe. Jasmine agreed and promised to send it to Marinette's phone that night, since Marinette, Adrien, and their friends had all exchanged numbers with her.
"They're absolutely adorable!" Sabine smiled as she took a bite of her cupcake. "And look, there's red frosting inside it! That means I'm in Gryffindor!"
"I've got yellow in mine," Tom chuckled. "Who'd have thought I'd wind up in Hufflepuff?"
"Well, I was declared a Hatstall when I took an online test, so I can't complain," Marinette smiled. "But I'm a Gryffindor with this!"
"A Gryffindor dating a Hufflepuff?" Adrien grinned as he bit into his own cupcake and recalled the date they had gone on, "How scandalous!"
"Oh, Adrien," Sabine chuckled.
"Not as scandalous as a Gryffindor married to a Hufflepuff!" Tom chuckled.
"Papa!" Marinette giggled.
"What about you, Jasmine?" Sabine asked. "What house are you in?"
"I'm the odd one out in this group," Jasmine smirked, "I'm in Ravenclaw!"
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The next stop on the tour was one of the group's favorite places, the Liberty, which was the houseboat where the Couffaine family lived, and where Luka and Juleka's band, Kitty Section, played and practiced their music.
Luka was especially interested in the music Jasmine listened to, and he and Juleka even recognized some of the songs as ones their mother used to sing when they were younger. "You should join us for lunch sometime after you settle in," he offered. "We sometimes get together and play music for everyone during lunch or after school."
"Sounds like fun," Jasmine agreed. "I'll have to find a good song we can do together. I even remember in my study halls back home, the teachers would declare a day to be karaoke day or game day, and it didn't have to be before holiday breaks; it was just because someone wanted to bring a game or music in. Maybe we could do something like that here."
"Games and music in class and not before a holiday break? Awesome," Juleka murmured.
"What games did you and your class play, Jasmine?" Marinette asked.
"Sometimes, a student would bring in travel-sized versions of full-sized games, like your classic board games," Jasmine started. "One time, someone even brought in a travel-size Twister game, which was just the dots and not the board. We had to move all the desks back to make room to play, but everybody had fun."
"And what songs did you bring in?" Luka asked.
"Everyone brought in songs that had clean lyrics, but some people would bring in in classic rock songs, as well as the more modern tunes, some people brought in oldies, others brought in country music, somebody once brought in Broadway showtunes, and I'd bring in folk music or those Irish songs I was playing for you earlier," Jasmine replied. "I know, I go by 'Jazz', but I don't really listen to that genre as much as the other styles, but some other people brought in jazz songs."
"We'll have to do something like that sometime," Adrien agreed. "We can make it on a Friday or something, and get an early start on the weekend."
"We'll have to see what the teachers say about that, Adrien, but I like the idea!" Marinette smiled.
As she listened to the group making plans, and contributed some of her own ideas, Jasmine smiled. Maybe moving to Paris wouldn't be so bad, and all she could really do was take it one day at a time.
Author's notes
First and foremost, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir is not mine.
Jasmine, Roger, and Nancy Dinsmoore, and Jasmine's kitten Socks are my own original characters.
Jasmine and Adrien's 'foosball' conversation is based on the Adam Sandler movie The Waterboy.
If you watch Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets with French subtitles, Tom Marvolo Riddle's name is Tom Elvis Jedusor.
As Gabriel said, the painting of his wife was based on Gustav Klimt's Portrait of Adelaide Bloch-Bauer I, more commonly known as The Woman in Gold.
The song Jasmine and Adrien played for their piano duet is called The Smile of a Child by Paul Reeves, and is featured prominently in the season 6 episode of Criminal Minds.
Adrien's 'you play the piano?' is from Feast.
Roger's opinion of Ms. Mendeliev reminding him of 'Professor McGonagall in a lab coat' is from SlumberingVoid's Crumbling Down. (Speaking of Ms. Mendeliev, I'm not sure if she was given a first name on the show, but I've read other fanfics with her name being either Priscille or Danica, and I decided to go with the second name for my stories.)
Adrien's "A Gryffindor dating a Hufflepuff? How scandalous!" comment is based on what Sheldon said in The Birthday Synchronicity (season 10, episode 11, The Big Bang Theory)
Part of the title of this story, Jazzy Goodtimes, is taken from the Simpsons episode "Jazzy and the Pussycats"