Electing a weather girl on the first day of the autumn break? Weird move, but okay. I'll vote for...Aurore. She's cute and seems sweet.

The station announced Mireille won the contest. She seemed too shy to be a TV personality to me, but I was hardly an expert on the matter.

A few minutes later, a girl was on the screen, her hair in white and black pigtails and in a costume of purple. She was talking about the nice weather being cancelled and a storm front moving in. I might have been willing to believe Mireille was already beginning her job if not for the parasol the girl was holding. Aurore had been the one with it, and losing the vote had probably upset her. Seemed there was a new supervillain for Ladybug and Cat Noir to deal with.

I was about to turn the TV off to focus on the research for the lit and comp essay I had due after the break, get it out of the way, but the villain called up gales of wind that slammed into bystanders, sending them who knew where. Even the cameraman showing it happening was carried away by the blasts of air. One of those bystanders was Porter, who I saw slam into a building just before the camera lens got hit by flying debris and the image cut out.

I scribbled some nonsense on the notepad that hung by the door and ran out to the front of the building, slipping through an alley to shed my glamour before flying in the direction of the KIDZ+ station. Whatever name Aurore was going by as a villain, she'd be near the station her report had aired from.

"Miraculous Ladybug!" I heard as I reached the block and found the damage inflicted.

A swarm of ladybugs flew by, magically repairing the buildings, returning vehicles to their original locations, and righting streetlights and signs. What it didn't fix with its magic was the people.

A man was climbing out of a dumpster, a kid was crawling from under a car, a woman was using a light post that had just been returned to pull herself up because of a clearly broken leg, and others had a number of scrapes and bumps.

"You, call for at least two ambulances and plenty of EMTs!" I called, pointing at the nearest person in decent enough condition.

Some news stations' reporters were clamoring at the front door of the station building, I could only assume they were trying to score quick interviews with Ladybug and Cat Noir. None of them had even acknowledged the group of people that were in need over here. My blood began to boil.

Ignoring my anger, I went to the boy and lifted him in my arms to help him find his parents. Once they were located, I made a branch bench with my magic for the woman with the broken leg to rest on while we waited for paramedics. The first ambulance arrived and started getting her onto a stretcher. When I spotted a second ambulance was loading up a patient, I had to control my instinctual response to rush over.

"Hey, you're that hero that saved a boy from my school when the Bubbler was akumatized!" Porter called from the stretcher. Her arm was in a sling.

"Uh, maybe? I don't exactly know everybody in Paris, you know?" I tried to brush her off nervously.

"There was a photo of your back being passed around. Everyone thought it was fake. No one...well, we didn't think you would actually look the way you do. Why is your costume so different from Cat Noir's and Ladybug's? You don't even have real hair."

"I, uh...I need to go."

"Wait!" the little boy with the dark hair and grey eyes I'd reunited with his parents called. "What's your name?"

"You can call me Borealis."

I flew away before Porter could nose anymore into my appearance or background. Everyone would be fine in the hands of the professionals. The crowd that had surrounded Cat Noir and Ladybug had dispersed, and the superheroes themselves seemed long gone. I was outraged. They'd never even checked on the crowd of people they had failed to protect. One of my best friends was hurt and these superheroes everyone wouldn't shut up about had done nothing.

I didn't realize how low I was flying until I bumped into someone.

"Terribly sorry!" I told them as I tried backing away. My right wingtip was caught on a chain on his wrist and I was only able to put a couple of inches between us without breaking it.

"This will be uncomfortable for a moment, but please, allow me," he said as he pulled me back into him. I felt the chain slide off the last crystal, and the guy stepped back.

He glanced around for something, frowning momentarily when his eyes fell on it. I followed his eyes to a now busted oPhone near my hovering feet. The screen was covered in cracks, a corner was chipped, and as he picked it up, the back fell off completely and the battery went skittering on the sidewalk before it stopped on the gap between the slabs. He sighed.

"Oh no! I'm sorry, I should have been watching where I was going. I'm kind of cursed with phones, I always find a way to ruin them. This is the first time I've ruined someone else's though. I can't replace it right now. To be honest I don't even have a job yet, but I'll get one and pay you back, I swear."

"Easy there, love. It's not the end of the world. It was an older model and I was thinking about upgrading anyway. You helped me make a decision, that's all. Now that we've sorted that, I'm Xander-Zane Burke. What's your name?" he soothed in a British accent.

"Borealis. I really am sorry about crashing into you, almost breaking your chain, and making you drop your phone. Is there anything I can do, or like, should I just get far, far away from you?"

"No, really, everything is fine. Breathe, calm down, and take my hand." He smiled brightly as he offered up his palm.

I met his plum colored eyes despite his tousled black hair falling into them and cautiously put my hand in his. There was something familiar about him.

"There now, why don't we go get some tea and you can tell me why a beautiful girl like yourself has such low self esteem you have an anxiety attack by bumping into someone."

"I can't. It's not that I don't want to, but I really shouldn't be out like this."

"Have to get back to the secret identity?"

"Something like that."

"Next time, then."

"We'll see. It was nice to meet you, Xander-Zane."

He watched me fly away, and I was careful to make sure I was out of his line of sight and some distance from my apartment before ducking into an alley and reestablishing my glamour.

I hope Porter didn't notice the old ribbon tied around my wrist earlier. It was a dead giveaway.