Dressing for Bed

[Charlotte]

Charlotte sighed as she pulled her nightdress over her head. It had been a trying day, after all, she was new to the Opera house. Although she seemed to have been accepted as one of the crew easily enough.

She had been really annoyed when her wandering had been interrupted by that girl - the girl was nice enough, and she held nothing against her, but she had been positive the Phantom had been htere.

no, only wishful thinking, to be sure. From a silly young ballerina who wishes for a bit of adventure. There is not Phantom of the Opera, after all. She told herself, but it wasn't quite convincing, so she said it aloud.

"There is no Phantom of the Opera." She said in a firm voice, and she let down her hair, which had been pinned up into a severe bun. The brown curls tumbled about her shoulders and she sighed with relief and massaged her scalp with her fingertips.

"Just a myth." She assured herself once more. "There is no Phantom of the Opera." It became a sort of mantra that she repeated as she combed her hair.

[Potofreak]

Erik had hidden near the room simply to see if she would sing again, but was surprised when he heard her begin speaking. At first he thought that she had a friend or someone else in the room, but then he heard hwat she was saying and became outraged.

No Phantom of the Opera! Did she believe them just stories? How, when she had suspected he were there before, in the halls.

He realised then that he had to prove to her that he was real, and he had no idea why he felt this strange need for justification. Still, now was too early. After all, he knew nothing of her yet. And that Roslin was certainly promising, too...

Still, he fumed at her 'There is no Phantom of the Opera' for the next few hours down in his dungeons, unable to write on his Opera at all.

[Madame Giry]

"I'm sorry, but did you say no Phantom of the Opera?" Rose asked, wondering if he was indeed a fable made up just to frighten them. Though she felt that he was real, if not only because of Madame Giry being so strick on the subject.

[Charlotte]

Charlotte spun around with a gasp, and then noticed it was Rose and shook her head.

"I...you startled me." She said, smiling and regaining her breath. "I'm merely trying to convince myself. I just can't stop believeing in him, though. What do you think?"

She sat on her bed and pressed a palm carefully to her chest, feeling her pounding heart. Had she really thought that- No. Don't even think about that.

[Madame Giry]

Rose's hair was in a braid and her nightgown was on. Though she sleep in the same room, almost right by Charlotte, she and the new ballerina hadn't talked much. "Well, I hardly doubt that Madame Giry would be so strick about not offending him and obeying his notes and things like that if he wasn't real. And how else could you explain that murder last month?" Rose said in reply, she wasn't sure if he was a ghost or a man, but he was rael enough to her either way.

[Charlotte]

Charlotte shuddered at the mention. "I don't know." She tried to think of something else to say and couldn't, so she lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over her, shutting her eyes and trying to keep images of disfigured phantoms from floating through her head.

[Madame Giry]

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