Project: Scrapbook

Project: Scrapbook - Horrificator (P. 2)

Comic By: daughterofthestars08 (lineart) & artgraveyard (lineart and color) & chalala-chan (color)

Written By: purr-cat-stinate & mimosaeyes

Beta'd By: miraculousandcute & emeralddrop

Summary: N/A

Words: 699

The director sighed once the girl had scampered off, watching as everyone was currently trying to shoo the perfume bombed air out of the window, and muttered something about this being the path to his death. Adrien lingered nearby, politely waving Juleka off as she went in to put another layer of powder on his face.

"Nino, maybe we should take a quick break. Get it aired out, and everyone refreshed?"

"Yeah, you're right bro. I think we could all use a little break."

Alya clapped her hands together, "Alright then! Everyone take ten."

Max looked down at his watch, "But we only have about five more hours of-"

"Take five then!"

A sigh of relief came from Alix, who promptly dropped the lighting equipment, and went over to sit next to Alya- the closest available seat. Rose quickly passed out cups of tea with the help of Juleka, and within a few seconds everyone had a steaming cup in their hand.

Mylene and Ivan were laughing with one another as they blew the steam in each others direction, and Chloe rolled her eyes at them while muttering comments to Sabrina- who listened eagerly. Juleka was explaining different horror movies to Rose, who tried her best to keep up with the many plots- and the dark haired girl continuously praised the blondes tea making skills in between rambles.

Meanwhile, Nathanael shyly showed Marinette and Adrien some of his quick sketches of Ladybug and Chat Noir as Agent Smith and Officer Jones- upon their request to see when he let the little information slip- while Alix and Kim bickered back and forth about a racing competition, and Max eased the competitive tension between the two.

From nearby, Alya and Nino watched the class as they silently drank their own cups of tea in silence. Each individual in the class no doubt having their own thoughts and wonders, as well as questions and opinions. But for this moment they all seemed to share the same space.

For a short second, everyone was silent. Not literally, but more so it was as if all the conversations melted together into one. Their own silence was more of a buzz of warmth that resembled the way Mylene laughed at Max's joke. Or the way Alya teased Kim for almost spilling his tea everywhere because he sneezed again. It was the trance-like state of no ill will, and a rare occasion where someday, anyone in the room could look back and remember the feeling in the room.

Nino felt grateful, as he looked around the room, with his classmates beside him. They all put aside their differences, and set aside time to help him with his silly project. Even though soon enough they'd probably be back to bickering, he enjoyed the bliss while it lasted.

These type of moments never last too long however, because if they did they wouldn't be as special.

"Class?" The students turn their attention to the door, where Ms. Bustier stands with a confused look on her face. "What are you all still doing here?"

Nino suddenly dreaded that he may have forgotten something, and with uncertainty he handed his teacher the flyer. "Er... Recording?"

Ms. Bustier's eyes scanned the flyer, before once more scanning the room. Her eyes raking over each prop and equipment piece with her amusement growing at every item.

"I... see. So you've gotten the principal's permission then?"

Eyes of every color turned to Nino, who gulped.

"I- uh- of course!" He turned to his classmates, "Don't worry dudes I totally asked-"

Slowly, the director made his way out of the room. "I'm totally not going to ask right now or anything- so no worries!"

Finally, Alya just rolled her eyes and with a grin said, "Just hurry and ask will you?"

To which the director replied with a salute, before turning on his heels and dashing to the principal's office- not however before his teacher handed him back the flyer.

Ms. Bustier stood silent, a small smile on her face, before letting out a sigh. "You kids," she laughed to herself as she watched the students clatter on with bouts of laughter, "sure are something."