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Rue Plumet, France, 7:30

I was just another day for Cosette Fravelechant. Get up, get dressed, brush hair. Day in and day out. No break in the routine. Not until recently. "There is a castle on a cloud," she sang as she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. "I like to go there in my sleep..."

Dear Marius, she wrote. She thought about how to word it. What had she told him he didn't already know? There had been nothing going on the past days, or ever, really. She pulled out his last note, hoping to get some ideas. She and Marius had been trading notes for about two weeks now, though they had never met each other in person.

She had been out tending the garden when a girl about her age in ratty clothes had come up to the gate. "Letter for you, madame," the girl had said.

Letter for you madame: Those four words had changed her life forever.

Dear Beautiful Lady, the note had read.

I saw you in the park and I felt my heart all aflutter. What is your name?

Baron Marius Pontmercy

At first, Cosette had been shocked. A baron? A baron, of all people, noticed me? Then a little weirded out. Who is this guy? Oh man, it's probably the guy who was staring at me in the park. Finally, she had simply blushed and written him a note back.

Dear Monsieur Baron,

Thank you for your kind words. It is not often I meet strangers. My name is Cosette Fravelechant...

When she was finished, Cosette had folded the note and given it to the girl, doing a double take as she did so. There seemed something familiar about the girl. Cosette shook off the strange feeling of deja vu as the girl walked away. She had looked an awful lot like...

Beating, yelling, slapping, shaking ...NO! Don't think about it! Don't think about it!

Cosette was shocked out of her reverie by a knock at the front door. Who could that be? We never get visitors. Straightening her skirt, she got up to take a look. She stopped short of the top of the stairs when she heard the conversation.

"No!" she heard her father say, "I absolutely forbid it!"

There was a sigh, then a woman's voice said, "Monsieur, you must understand: this is very important. If the team is incomplete, this mission fails. If this mission fails, believe me when I say that no one on earth will be safe, including you and your daughter."

"My daughter is NOT a spy!" her father roared.

A spy? Why would I be asked to spy? Why would I want to? thought Cosette as she leaned further over the banister to try to catch more of the conversation.

"Sir, with all due respect, this is not just a matter of national security," said a different voice, this one male, "it is also a matter of universal security."

"Also," came the woman's voice again, "if you daughter isn't cut out to be a spy, why does it seem like I'm the only one who knows she's listening to every word we're saying?"

Silence. Cosette mumbled a few words that would have made her father very unhappy to hear as she rushed back to her bedroom, locked the door, and made a small barricade by pushing her desk and chair against it. Breathing hard, she sat down on her bed, trembling. The last time a parent had talked about sending her off, it hadn't gone well. Don't think about it!

There was a knock at her door. "Cosette?" came her father's voice, "Are you all right?"

Cosette turned to the door. "I'm fine papa!" she said in as cheery a voice as she could manage.

"Then why is this door so damn hard to open?" came the woman's voice.

"Uh... it's stuck?"

Cosette knew she was only buying time. As she put her hand down to lift herself off the bed, she heard a small crunch. The paper! She had forgotten it in all the commotion. The door rattled dangerously. Knowing she didn't have much time, Cosette scribbled a hasty letter. Cosette stuffed the paper in her pocket and crossed her room to the window.

"Cosette, honey, please come out!" her father called.

"Just a minute!" called Cosette, swinging one leg out the window. Good thing we installed that rose fence.

Cosette didn't make it out of the gate. When she was halfway across the terrace, the front door opened, and a black blur streaked out. In the next second, Cosette felt herself falling to the ground with a huge weight on her back.

"Nice try," said a voice, coming from right above her. "Now do you want to talk?"

Okay, I'm going to need some ideas for Mizzie superpowers, so please review and tell me what you think. (I am open to suggestions)