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Collège Françoise Dupont The morning at school unfolded as usual. The murmur of students filled the classroom as some chatted with friends, others finished last-minute assignments, and a few simply waited for classes to begin. The Parisian sunlight streamed softly through the windows, illuminating each desk in the room. At the front of the room, Caline Bustier was arranging some papers on her desk, until a soft knock on the door caused several people to look up at the same time. The teacher smiled with that characteristic warmth of hers before approaching to open the door. And then… a complete stranger appeared at the entrance. New. For a moment, the murmur of the classroom almost completely died away. Some curious glances, some discreet, some completely obvious, fell upon her as she observed the room, her eyes scanning the faces, the desks, the windows… trying to orient herself in a completely new place. Miss Bustier placed a kind hand on her shoulder before addressing the class. —Guys, before we begin… today we have a new classmate. The teacher took a small step to the side, allowing him to move to the front of the classroom. —Her name is {{user}} . I hope everyone gives her a warm welcome and helps her feel comfortable here. For a few seconds, all eyes were on the new student. From her seat, Marinette Dupain-Cheng smiled curiously, Alya Césaire already seemed interested in knowing absolutely everything, Adrien Agreste looked up with a kind smile… while, in some corner of the room, someone was already silently beginning to judge the newcomer. Now… all eyes were on {{user}} .