#[My poor boy is so sure it's real Allegra]

[ask-elland-n-will]

[Polyjuice Swap 2024!]

(Thank you for this wonderful event, Lily!)

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Vetiti had never been more pleased with a look in his life. The black-haired beauty was staring back at him from the mirror. His reflection had morphed into sharp, elegant features and shiny raven hair that shimmered like midnight silk. A wide smile stretched across his face, utterly captivated by his reflection, his eyes twinkled with delight as he traced a finger along his newly transformed cheeks, giving them a firm squeak.

"Ciao, bella," he whispered, mesmerised. He had turned into Signorina @adallegra! Who would've thought? He did a little jump, clapping his hands together in glee. Tonight was going to be nothing short of bellissimo! This was going to be a great evening, he could just feel it! Luck was surely going to be on Titi's side!

With newfound enthusiasm and confidence, "Allegra" swung the door open, practically knocking it off its hinges. Determination scrawled across his (or rather, her) face. The Italian milk maniac had one mission, and he knew exactly how to begin.

This would be the night! Tonight, he thought, heart racing, he would finally get his hands on Sebastian's Niffler! Just imagining it filled him with giddy excitement, and "Allegra's" mouth started to water at the thought of the sweet, white essence that would soon be his. Finally, he would be able to really enjoy his bowl of cereal with real Niffler milk!

He barely managed one step outside before a sharp, disapproving voice snapped, halting him in his tracks. He turned to see a Gryffindor prefect eyeing him up and down with one raised brow.

"You don’t actually see that as appropriate for the evening, do you? Ugh." She sneered, giving him a slow, disapproving look as she flicked her wand, transforming his slightly raggedy clothes into a crisp Slytherin uniform, complete with a skirt. Titi's eyes went wide as he looked down, taking in the swoosh of the skirt's hem.

"Ooooh," Vetiti breathed delighted, already twirling in circles, entirely smitten by his new attire. It felt so breezy! He grinned at the prefect, appreciating her work. He might just have to wear a skirt more often.

It was then that Vetiti took a quick survey of the crowd, hoping to spot his target. But alas, Sebastian was nowhere in sight. "Oh well," the Hufflepuff sighed, brushing a dramatic lock of Allegra's long, dark hair from his face. "Perhaps he'll show up later." There was no need to worry. After all, there were plenty of other amusements waiting.

With a quick flick of his skirt, "Allegra" made his way over to the snack table. The spread was glorious! Pies, pastries, fruits, and cakes towered on the table in decadent stacks, a cornucopia of treats that made his stomach growl. But none quite sparked the specific delight he was after. Chewing on his lip thoughtfully, the Italian lad started to play with his new, long hair, twirling the silky locks around his finger as he pondered what to eat, eyes narrowing in concentration.

Just then, as if summoned by his very thoughts, a house elf appeared balancing a tray of hearty appetisers, each smelling more delightful than the last. Vetiti was sure he spotted something that resembled some Gouda and practically floated over, his steps light and bouncy as he eyed the tray with eager delight.

[This RP is a part of the Halloween Polyjuice Swap 🎃 Previous Elland's rp. Our apologies to @adallegra]

It was a flick of the green skirt that got Elland's attention first. Of course she wouldn't be wearing a costume, Halloween or not. He thought he had seen the familiar hair as well, but the figure got lost among the partying students. Not that Elland would ever say it to her face, but her height made it easy to blend in. He wasn't aware how much of a difference they had until the first time they danced together. But it couldn't have been her, could it? Will swore that Allegra didn't plan on going, and if Will couldn't convince her — Elland saw no point in trying himself.

A snack bar it is then. Elland was parched. But just as he reached for a glass of sparkling water, he nearly bumped into a house-elf who suddenly apparated next to him.

"Ah, excuse me, let me help you with the—" the Hufflepuff in Sebastian's skin began and abruptly stopped talking altogether: a familiar figure gracefully floated towards him. The house-elf, unnerved by the Slytherin student's eagerness to do the elf job, took the opportunity to put the tray where it was supposed to go and exit the scene.

Elland looked at Allegra, stunned by her presence for a moment before clearing his throat and giving the Slytherin witch a deep gentlemanly bow. It would've looked so much more impressive if he had his phoenix costume on: all the beautiful firecharms dancing across the cloth and feathers, sparks coming from under his dancing shoes wherever he stepped, the faint sounds of the crackling fire and the pleasant smell of the fireplace. But alas, he was playing a different role. Wait.

"Sebastian" looked up in panic. No way Allegra would hang around when he was Sebastian! He had to let her know it was him, without alerting the other students around them.

"Allegra! So good to see you!" he called out and let her get to the snack table as for some reason Allegra seemed very interested in the elf's cheese platter. Elland had never seen her like that and he wondered if she had some butterbeer before coming here. He kept those thoughts to himself. Allegra was smiling while playing with her hair, and Elland found it rather endearing.

"I've been meaning to return your scarf from a while back, forgive me for holding onto it for so long," is what Elland settles on. Hopefully, his smile, attitude towards her, and the reference to the act itself were enough for her to realize who he was. The thought of Allegra not being Allegra never even crossed his mind. It was as clear as day that it was not her style. Perhaps she just stopped by for the snacks. After all, the Slytherin common room is not far from here.

[foster-the-world]

WFH

Still sitting around at work. Apparently waiting on some logon before I can start doing assessments. Boring but I get my at home logistic stuff. Today I sent a bday invite for Rebel's bday and finalized a grant submission for the school.

I sat in on a nurse union zoom. It seems work from home is not out of the question. Which would be such good news. It would be two days a week. At least two other days I would be doing assessments in the field. One day a week in the office is not a big deal.

Baby boy was super tired tonight. He passed out while I was reading bedtime stories. I love when that happens. I rarely get to hold him anymore - so its such a joy.

Talked with the special ed consultant. Every time it stresses me out - so I'm not sure why I do it. I guess I forgot as its been a long time. She thinks we need to take him to several schools and they can tell us if he qualifies for their program. I expressed my skepticism about continuing to take him to one hour assessments. I don't think children can really be understood in an hour and he's no exception. He has done five separate 1 hour evaluations - which required trekking all over the city. So more of those don't appeal. Will do the one at the school near us and see how it goes. Blah. Blah. Blah. I want them to call us and say they've found a SEIT so I can stop spending time trying to get services. He's already owed over 100 hours of SEIT services alone.

My head actually doesn't feel itchy for the first time in a while. Its such a relief. I took an allegra and tried a more medicated shampoo. I'm not sure which one is doing the job but really hope it continues.

I miss my girls. I'm still enjoying the only child parenting but want to see their sweet faces. Every time they call it sounds like they are having the time of their lives. My MIL fell down again. No real injuries but it must be scary for everyone. Poor lady. I know I bitch about her but she honestly is an extremely kind person. Next level kind. Literally NEVER says a mean thing about anyone. She is going to start using a cane. They want her to go to an OT. I'm not exactly sure that will fix the issue. I worry this will be the last year she can do three months in California visiting her daughter. My FIL and her are NEVER apart. In eight years with my husband I've seen them not together maybe 4-5 times. I cannot imagine one without the other. Hurts my heart to even think about it. Send them good vibes. They deserve only good things.

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 17

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 17

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The altercation with three footballers had several outcomes. First, Marinette was no longer treated as someone weak. Quite the opposite. The smarter part of the school now had a healthy dose of respect for the small french girl when they saw the camera recording Chloé ‘leaked’. The more sport-inclined part of the faculty was devastated by the loss of the three star players, for which they blamed Marinette. 

Erica washed her hands about the whole incident, declaring that the poor souls must’ve just rashly reacted to the gossip going around the school. It still hurt her position a bit. Chloé and Allegra masterfully countered any of her minor lies and started spreading gossip about the head cheerleader instead. It was turning into a cold war, where neither side could get any advantage over the other for long. 

The initial background search turned clean on both of them. Lila’s mother was an orphan, raised in one of the covenants in the mountains before studying law and politology. She now headed the French Embassy, after previously working in Germany, Belgium, and Spain. Lila’s father was a mystery and his name was not given at any point. The Italian girl often changed schools. Usually, she didn’t stay even one semester there. Lack of any family and trusted friends made her move around with her mother often. Boarding schools were too expensive for a then-starting diplomat. At some point, Lila started to thrive in each new school. Her files were nothing but praise since then. 

Erica Layton was born Erica Blake, then Boyle when her mother married a wealthy CEO. Before, she ran a smaller Blake Industry, which merged with Boyle enterprises after the wedding. When Mr. Boyle was shot during one of the Two-face’s robberies, Erica’s mother started to date again. Until last summer, when she married a star baseball player, Lance Layton. The business was clean-ish and there was nothing that could be used against them really. There were some cases of inner nepotism and a bit of discrimination, but it wasn’t even worth a real investigation. Erica herself was truly a mean character, but her good looks, influential family, and good grades made her the “Gotham Academy Golden Princess.”

Damian wanted to get his vengeance. He tried hacking, but Barbara stopped him. It wasn’t as if anything he got that way could’ve been used against her and forging evidence was wrong, and would only hurt them in the long run. Marinette stopped him from going after them as Black Cat, which only agitated him further. He hated the feeling of powerlessness. Well, he loved Marinette more so he wouldn’t go against her orders. 

Sabine also did her best, but she was similarly blocked by Barbara, who went as far as to lock the Bat-computer. A woman of many skills, Sabine was still unable to beat Oracle at hacking. She did make sure to always be available and near the school to intervene if any of the teachers tried to punish Mari unfairly. She was doing the same for Chloé, who she slowly came to treat as her child too, just like Cassandra. 

Allegra tried to get her mother involved, but Catherine Hamilton-Kane was a woman of high morals and would not use her influence to fight dirty games. “That’s how corruption took seed,” she declared. And Gotham Academy, as a private school, was beyond her reach anyway. It still gave Allegra enough power to at least counter Erica and her mother, who was at best negligent and at worst co-operating with her daughter. 

All in all, Marinette and Chloé settled into some form of routine. The school was much better than Françoise Dupont. It was bigger, which meant Lila had a harder time setting up her court. Erica’s power also suffered a major hit when the ‘outcasts’, as the blonde witch called them, took a bit more active role in the events going around. Claude, who was one of the lead actors in the theatre club made sure that no one aligned with Lila or Erica could join. Felix started to slowly push Erica from politics, engaging in subtle games at every front. Even Jon helped by taking over the school newspaper. The guy that was running it previously happily handed over the reins. 

There were few minor dramas at school, like the Witch Club, haunting at the theatre, or the weird carnival. Damian and Marinette didn’t pay it much attention. Claude dealt with the ghost quite easily and met Katherine Karlo, who became his favorite actress ever since. Professor Trent was against including her, but when the usually cheery boy threatened him to quit and take over half of the crew, the discussion was over rather swiftly.

Of course, akumas didn’t make it easier. In fact, they were the biggest holdback. Whenever Chloé and Damian did something too drastic, Lila, Erica, or someone associated with them would become an akuma and then their work was in ruin. Every akuma on their side would earn them ‘pity points’ and serve as ammunition against the Waynes’ front. 

The investigation proved fruitless. Sure, akumas could’ve been traced, but they actually made sure to never come from the same spot. Sometimes, it was a rundown building, other times a flat over a crowded restaurant; a hotel; a public toilet at the bus station. Adrien was moving and making sure not to fall for what got his father. They had no idea how he could be so stealthy. The cameras never saw anyone even similar to him at any of those places. Sabine was now running the rooftops as Shadowbat, not wanting the press to associate the Miraculous team with Batfamily too much for now. She had been using her old assassin suit (still fitting perfectly) with a bat logo on her chest as her outfit. She mostly just worked with Cass. Black Bat and Shadowbat. They were probably most feared of all dynamic duos in Gotham. Silent, ruthless, precise, undefeated.

Of course, peace couldn’t really last forever. About six weeks since Christmas, when Marinette’s birthday was closing in, the first real hiccup appeared. 

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Just before lunch, Marinette’s phone vibrated, as well as several other people’s in the class. When the bell rang, she went to check it. From past experience, she knew that mass messages to students were usually bad. It had Erica and Lila plastered all over it. It was a link to the tabloid article. It opened with a photo of Damian and Allegra, sitting in a coffee shop and drinking coffee. She only read a bit of the content, far enough to reach the first quote of GA student, before storming out. People were giving her pitying looks as she walked toward the cafeteria. She didn’t want to do anything rash until she spoke to Chloé and Allegra. That was a new kind of low for the Mean Girls front. They even dared to attach a message of fake condolences to Marinette. 

Unknowingly, the Bluenette was channeling Damian the whole way, making people jump out of her path. Nobody ever saw the Angel (not that anyone would call her that within Damian’s hearing range, or where one of his multiple informants could inform him) so angry. Suddenly, everyone remembered how she took three football players in less than twenty seconds without getting more than a light bruise on her neck. 

The cafeteria was completely silent the moment she entered. Everyone expected her to rage at Damian, who was waiting next to the doors to intercept her immediately. To their utter and infinite surprise, she instead grabbed his hand into hers and squeezed tightly. A small smile made its way on her face and Damian smirked too. Nobody (but the ‘outcasts’) had any idea what that was about. Didn’t he cheat on her recently, or for a long time?

The two walked past the baffled crowd toward where Allegra and Chloé sat, already waiting for them. There were no words exchanged between the four, but the two blondes nodded like it was a signal. 

Marinette and Damian jumped onto the table in a synchronized show of grace and agility. Everyone stared at them. 

“Hi!” Marinette smiled. Next to her, her boyfriend was glaring at certain people in the crowd. “First, I wanted to thank all of you who actually meant it when they gave me their condolences. You had good intentions, even if they were completely misplaced.”

“Tt. I did not cheat on my Habibti. Not with anyone, and especially not with my cousin!” Damian growled at the silent cafeteria. They didn’t dare to respond vocally, but some lowered their heads in shame. While the relation between Bruce Wayne and Mayor Kane was not that well-known, they didn’t hide the connection. “The first cousin once removed to be precise.”

“Point is, the article is full of fake news and we’ll be dealing with it later. Still, I appreciate your effort.” She smiled at those who weren’t angry. Then, her face turned to the cold mask and she channeled Damian. “Now onto those who mocked us or tried to use it to break me and Damian apart. It won’t work. Stop. Don’t. I can’t see any situation where we would break up, and even then, there is no chance either of us would lower ourselves to dating any of you. I trust Damian with my life. I’m his and he’s mine!” She declared. 

“I’m hers and she’s mine.” Damian echoed. They raised their joint hands before turning to one another and sharing a quick kiss. Many people cooed at the romanticism of the scene. 

Erica and Lila were on the verge of a stroke. This was harder than either anticipated and they were, in fact, slowly losing more than they gained. 

A black butterfly entered through the window behind Marinette. As soon as she saw it, she acted without thinking and grabbed it. Everyone looked at her in panic. They saw the muscles in her forearm tighten and after a short moment a bit of some dark substance leaked through her fingers. When she opened her hand, the butterfly was turned into a gooey mess.

“Not today, Hawkass Junior.” She seethed. Then, she left to clean her hand with Allegra and Chloé following her. She rarely was left entirely alone, especially at school. As they walked, people gave her a loud applause. 

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“Why did it not work!?” Adrien raged in his hideout. Next to him, Nooroo was floating with his head bowed. 

“She… she touched it only with her skin. There was nothing to akumatize… master.” The little creature added, forced by the magic of the brooch. 

“But why didn’t the akuma pass through her fingers!?” The hero-turned-villain seethed.

“She… She damaged it before it could…”

“I paid a handsome sum of money to have that article published! It was supposed to either break them up or give me my own Scarlet Moth!” Adrien stomped around his hideout. “Now it’s all for naught! I want their Miraculouses! I want my family back!”

Another figure walked from behind him and pulled him into a hug. In the darkness, the only visible details were her silhouette and a predatory smile on her face. 

“Don’t worry. We will get what we want soon enough.”

“Did you decipher it?”

“Almost. There are several symbols on it that I have no idea what they mean.”

“Hm… I think I might have an akuma just for the occasion. It will require some setting-up though.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll deal with it. Meanwhile…” She said, her grin widening

“No. Get out of here, Witch.” He snapped.

“Spoilsport.” She muttered and walked away. Adrien felt anger bubbling inside him. Someone was so getting akumatized that day.

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