Wizard Of The Miraculous

Bird Is The Word

I am walking around in the Palais de Chaillot, when I see Marinette sitting on the stairs with a few crumbled up pieces of paper next to her.

(Y/N): "You do know littering is illegal," I say, approaching her. "So, what are you trying to draw,"I ask.

Marinette: "I'm trying to come up with a derby hat design," she says.

(Y/N): "How about you use something from mythology," I ask. "Like the Gorgon sisters," I say.

Marinette: "The what," she asks. I sigh, and grab my face, disappointed in what I'm about to say.

(Y/N): "Medusa," I simply say.

Marinette: "What's wrong," she asks.

(Y/N): "Nobody seems to know about Medusa's sisters. Least of all that they got turned into monsters when they tried to defend their sister that got raped," I tell her. "The worse part about it is that the guy that raped her got away scotch free," I say.

Marinette: "So that's why you suggested the Gorgon sisters," she says. She starts sketching in her notepad. "What should I add," she asks.

(Y/N): "Receding water, a bunch of snakes, and piercing eyes," I tell her. "Trust me, those that know the story will understand," I say. Suddenly a guy acting like a bird walks up to a bench in front of us, and sits down on it. He pulls out a paper bag and a weird wisle, and blows into the wisle. The wisle makes a pigeon call as he blows into it. The pigeons surround him as he starts feeding them.

???: "Well, happy day, happy day. Splendid is the afternoon day," he says cheerfully, as he feeds the pigeons. One flies up to him. "Ah, and look at you fancy one," he says. The one that flew up to him does a little trick after. "Fantastic, dazzling performance," he says, as an officer starts to approach.

??: "Scram you winged rats," the officer says, as he gets close. "How many times do you need to be told Mr Ramier. NO. FEEDING. THE. PIGEONS. It's strictly forbidden. I'd everyone feeds them, they'll leave their waste everywhere," he says.

Ramier: "But, who's going to feed my poor pigeons," he tries to refute.

??: "All the park keepers know about you Mr Ramier. Your band from every park in Paris. Leave now or I'll call the authorities," he says, as if he was reciting something that he's been told multiple times. "Oh wait, I am the authority," he says, remembering he's a cop. "GET OUT," he yells aggressively. Mr Ramier gets up from the bench and walks away depressed.

Marinette: "Shesh, I almost feel bad for that man," she says.

(Y/N): "I do," I say. Marinette looks at me confused. "Imagine you weren't allowed to sit here and sketch," I tell her. She looks terrified.  "That's what he feels for not being able to feed the pigeons," I say. "But, there's nothing we can do about it right now. We should get started on the hat though," I say.

Marinette: "Are you sure," she asks.

(Y/N): "Yes," I say.

TIME SKIP;

We are in Marinette's room, creating the hat. The hat is about half way done.

(Y/N): "So, when do you think that guy will become a victim," I ask, as I pass Marinette the final snake addition.

Marinette: "What do you mean," she asks me.

(Y/N): "It was pretty obvious that Hawkmoth is going to turn that guy into a villaon," I tell her, as I take out a piece of paper.

Marinette: "Then we need to go stop him," she says, getting up from her chair. I grab her arm and sit her back down, and put my paper on her face.

(Y/N): "No, we need to finish this hat," I tell her, while tracing her eye.