I wanted to see what would happen if Hogwarts put on the opera/play, "The Phantom of the Opera." and what I saw was sweet, funny and pretty freaky. Enjoy my day-dreams!
The young girl dressed in yellow and black poked her head around the owlery door, her eyes seacrching for someone, anyone in there. No, no-one. Good. She picked her way across the owl-dropping strewn floor of the tower, her eyes searching for the familiar figure of her barn-owl, Raoul. She spotted the hansome owl at the window, as if waiting for her. She gently stroked his head as she tied a letter to his leg with a black ribbon. She smiled as she saw the address change colors in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Fly fast," she whispered, shooing him out into the afternoon. He flapped away, hooting softly back to her. She smiled and whispered, "The Hogwarts Phantom strikes again." She hurried out of the tower, turning her head to the cloudless blue sky, unusual for autumn in Britian. She smiled as she heard the clock striking three. She entered the main Hogwarts buliding, running into quite a few friends and more enemies.
As she entered her Common-Room, her friend, Luna came up to her with a copy of the Quibbler in her hand. The girl sat with Luna and they talked until Raoul came to her through a window. The letter was gone. He nipped her finger gently as she reached into her pocket and gave him an Owl Treat. She smiled to herself, and nodded as Luna went on about some new conspiracy in the Ministry of Magic.
"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!" Professor Trelawny screeched as she entered the office of the Headmaster. "Who has been sending these letters? I demand to know-"
"You and half of the faculty." said Dumbledore calmly from his desk. Before him sat a curled piece of paper, written in color-changing ink. On the window sill was a black ribbon."Everyone wants to know who the Hogwarts Phantom is."
"Who is he?"she screeched, shaking the parchment at his face. "Whoever it is should be expelled! They are interupting my concentration in the realm of-!"
"My dear Professor, I can no more expell whoever it is than I can grow an extra head." He sighed heavily. This mysterious person had riddled the school with letters to numerous professors, and some students, demanding that a play be put on. The Hogwarts Phantom was displeased with the way that creative students, and actors, could not pursue their pleasures while at school.
"Well, there is only one thing to do." said Professor Dumbledore. "We give into his demands."
Professor Trelawny gasped and clapped a hand to her forehead. "I see...I see...I see great tragedy befalling the school!" She pointed a trembling finger at the headmaster. "You will regret making that desicion!" she fled from the office, still screeching at the top of her lungs.
Dumbledore sighed and started to research popular plays.
Little did anyone know, Professor Trelawny was right on the mark.
Cliffe...hehehehehehe. I am evil.