Marinette does not understand why she's the one who's getting the jitters. First of all, it is not her first day in a school located in a city she hasn't set foot for five years. Second, it is not her that will be introduced to a group of strangers that will be her classmates for a whole school year. Lastly, she isn't Marge. She isn't supposed to be the one who looked like a train wreck. Yet, here she was, getting all fidgety at the expense of her cousin who was simply looking around as they made their way to Collège Françoise Dupont. Marge looked calm and relaxed, like she hasn't just arrived yesterday. Honestly, Marinette was more than thankful that Hawkmoth did not unleashed another akuma this time of the morning. She is not going to let her cousin go to school alone and spoil things by making up a lie at her first, full, official day in Paris for God's sake. Marinette promised her parents she will look after her, or at least until she managed to adapt. Now, seeing how easily Marge is taking in things, it might not take a long time.

As soon as they set foot on the courtyard of the school, many threw glances at Marge. Marinette couldn't blame them. Her cousin knew how to dress to impress. Her long, black hair was braided and thrown over her shoulder. She was wearing a white cardigan over a navy blue shirt, white pants, and brown boots. A silver necklace with a brilliant cut, blue, star sapphire as a pendant rested comfortable on her chest. Not to mention, she was also wearing a pair of fake, rectangular glasses. If Marinette were to rate her outfit today, it would be 11/10.

"Marinette!" She turned to see Alya waving for her at one of the benches. They walked up to her where most of her classmates have gathered as they waited for classes to start. Emphasize on most. Chloe was standing some good meters away from them with Sabrina lurking just behind. Perhaps not to acquire some germs they might be carrying.

"'Morning, Alya." Marinette let her eyes combed through her classmates, hoping to see Ad-

"You're looking for Adrien, aren't you?" A soft whisper teased by her ear.

Marinette yelped in surprise and glared at Marge who was grinning ear-to-ear. Her grin reminded her of the vanishing cat from Alice in Wonderland, mischievous and dangerous yet fun. It was the same grin she wore every time she found a way to get into her nerves.

"Yo, Mari. Who's she?" Nino asked.

Marinette let her glare stay for another second before turning to Nino. "Uhm...well, this is my cousin, Margaery. She just arrived yesterday from Tokyo and will be staying here for a school year."

"Tokyo? Whoa, dude! That's cool. Name's Nino, by the way." He held out a hand which Margaery shook firmly.

"Nice to meet you, Nino." Margaery smiled. "Mari said you are a DJ. Care you spin it out in one of my parties someday?"

Nino grinned. "You host parties? Awesome! Sure. Why wouldn't I?"

"Marge, this is Alya." Marinette gestured to her best friend who, as Marinette expected, is trying to contain her awe and excitement. "Alya, Margaery."

Alya shook her hand enthusiastically. "Marinette told me a few things about you. You're a book writer, aren't you?"

Margaery chuckled. "An inspiring book writer." She corrected. "I'm not yet as famous as the others but, yeah, I hope I will be in the limelight someday."

"True, but you authored the book, Gods and The Chosen Ones!" Alya squealed excitedly. "Your book was truly in-depth and filled with knowledge not found in most history books. Every time you uncovered a mystery, more will emerged. Not only that, I noticed many of them refer to superhero-like personas similar to Ladybug and Chat Noir. It helps a lot in my blog, the Ladyblog! Do you happen to be documenting them as well?"

It might have been Marinette's imagination but she saw a small smile curved briefly at the side of her lips before Marge donned a flustered expression. "Well...not really." She scratched the back of her neck. "Actually, I just heard about them last night and did a bit snooping around your blog. Though, I got to say, they got my attention." Her face lights up as she clapped her hands. "Oh, how about I joined you in your superhero hunting? I did some journalism stuff in my old school so, I think I know a thing or two about getting a scoop. How about it?"

Marinette flinched ever-so-lightly. That is not good. Keeping an eye out of her passionate journalist best friend was difficult enough; adding more, especially one she has blood ties with...no, she can't allow that. She was about to come up of an excuse when Alya beat her to it.

Alya placed a hand on her hips and smiled. "Well, they say two pairs of eyes are better than one so, welcome to the crew."

Marinette cursed inwardly. She felt a small, uncomfortable movement from her purse. The red kwami must have picked up her uneasiness and was now feeling the same. However, those emotions seemingly vanished as a familiar voice spoke up behind them.

"Hey, guys!"

Marinette stiffened as his footsteps drew nearer. Margaery noticed her reaction and smirked knowingly, perhaps amused at her reaction or already concocting an evil plan to make things miserable for her. More likely the latter.

"G'Morning, dude!" His best friend greeted. "You're early today."

Adrien chuckled, placing a hand behind his neck. "Guess I woke early?"

Margaery gently jabbed at elbow at Marinette's side. "Real life Adrien does not disappoint." She whispered teasingly. "You have a good taste, Mari."

"Wait and see how badly Marinette has fallen for him." Alya chimed in. "Literally."

"How bad exactly are we talking here?"

Alya snickered. "First rate face-first fall."

"Hey!" Marinette protested. "I didn't fall like that. Well, I did slip and fall a few times but come on! That's exaggerating."

Alya raised an eyebrow. A sly smile curving her lips. "A few times?"

"Alya!" Marinette is starting to regret introducing them. They seemed to get along well. Too well, in fact. She might not survive being with these two together.

Margaery giggled. "It's a metaphor, cousin. Don't take it seriously." She hooked her arm around hers. "Now come on, introduce me and may I as well help you with your love problem."

Marinette sighed in defeat. With a little tug from her cousin, she led her to where Nino and Adrien were conversing. She counted inside her mind in a frenzy, hoping not to stutter in front of Adrien. Or her cousin, for that matter. Oh God! Not in front of her cousin. She sneaked a peek at Alya who gave her a thumbs-up and a sly grin. She couldn't decide whether her best friend was giving her support in approaching Adrien or not turning into a mess in front of Margaery to prove her point. Either way, she can't mess up. The two boys turned to them as they approached.

Adrien was the first to speak. "Good Morning, Marinette."

"Good Morning, Adrien!" Her voice was a pitch higher than she intended to be. She fidgeted, waiting for the much awaited execution, but her cousin made no move. Instead, she was watching Adrien intently. Was that a frown? She couldn't tell.

"Oh yeah. Dude," Nino gestured to Margaery. "Meet Margaery, Marinette's cousin."

Like a switch that was flipped, her cousin opted for a friendly smile. "You must be Adrien Agreste. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

They shook hands firmly."So, you're studying here?" Adrien inquired. "Are you going to be in our class?"

Margaery shook her head. "I'm a grade higher than you so, no, and I'm not staying for long. Only a year at most."

"Oh, that's a bummer." Adrien said. "But I suppose we'll be seeing each other. We're in the same school, after all."

"Of course!" She smiled. "But if you want to hang out, just come by the bakery. I'm staying with Marinette and her parents here in Paris." She gently bumped Marinette's shoulder. "Marinette would LOVE hanging out with you, right Mari?"

Marinette stiffened at her emphasis on last statement. She furiously nodded. Words tumbling out of her mouth in a rush. "Yeah! Of course! Who wouldn't?" She heard Alya snort behind them, trying hard to contain her laughter. Beside her, Margaery kept a polite but friendly demeanor but the way her eyes would glance at her speaks volumes. Marinette simply wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

Adrien didn't notice any of these. "Cool." He said. "I'll try to find time. Maybe this weekend? There's an event in the Louvre Museum. They're opening a part of the museum dedicated for Ladybug and Chat Noir."

"I heard about that!" Nino said excitedly. "They're also including Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee. It's basically an exhibit about superheroes here in Paris. We gotta go, dude! I'm bringing Alya with me."

"Then it's official." Adrien nodded in satisfaction. "See you at nine?"

"Sounds like plan." Margaery agreed.

He and Nino waved goodbyes before meeting up with Alya to inform her. Beside her, Margaery tugged her arm. A wide smile plastered in her face."Sounds like a date." She teased. "A double-date." She pointed at Nino and Alya. "Them and," She swiveled her finger between her and Adrien. "You and him."

Marinette blushed as red as a tomato. "W-What? No! That's not-! Wait! Marge!"

Margaery cackled gleefully and fled from her side. She disappeared into the crowd of students as the bell rang. Marinette groaned in frustration as Tikki peered from her purse and patted her hand in pity.