Disclaimer- I own your SOUL! No...wait, that's not it. Okay. So I don't. I don't own Erik, Christine, Madame Giry, or Raoul. Give me ten years and three trillion dollars- and I'll be on my way to owning MEG!

This is basically a set of drabbles that explain the questions that have been on everyone's mind. This is created from watching the movie at 3:00 with my friend Veng. The first is a double.

Who is Meg's father and why did Mme. Giry stand by and let Christine get taken through the mirror the first time?

(If it does mention Madame Giry's husband in the book, I am sorry. I am merely going with book impressions and the 2004 remake movie)

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"Little Lotte let her mind wander," Raoul smiled, walking into Christine's bedroom and placing the flowers on the table, nearly tripping.

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"Christine did so well. I'm so proud to have her as a best friend," Meg said to herself quietly, looking into the mirror in the ballet girls' changing room. She turned sideways, adjusting the pure white ribbon tied back in her shining golden hair. A ribbon in her hair. Meg's trademark. She always tried putting one into whatever opera she played in.

I am your Angel of Music.

Come to me, Angel of Music.

Meg's eyes went wide with horror as the dark voice echoed from her mirror. She let out a loud shriek, backing up rapidly and almost falling down.

Madame Giry came in as Erik continued singing in his gruesome tone. She seemed quite furious, and began banging her ivory cane against the wall, a vain in her neck pulsing.
"ERIK! I will not allow you to guinea pig your songs on my daughter!" she screamed as Meg began to calm down.

There seemed to be a slight whimper from behind the wall. "Please taller Giry, stop that. You'll break my one way mirror, and I need this!"

It took about four seconds for the term 'one-way mirror' to register in their minds.

"YOU'VE BEEN WATCHING MY BALLET GIRLS CHANGE?" The older Giry screeched, changing her attack range and now slamming the cane into the mirror itself. It began to crack violently.

As if in a stupid way of defense, Erik yelled "But your daughter is so hot! Especially when she's changing!"

Yeah. Not the smartest thing to say. While Mme. Giry seemed to be going through a state of shock, a wooden pistol with three human skulls went crashing through the glass and hit the Opera Ghost point blank.

Now her mother seemed impressed. "Was that from the 1831 production of Robert le Diable?"

Meg nodded proudly, brushing her hands off. "Yeah, I've been saving that."

"For whom?"

"It was actually for Buquet, but he deserved it more."

"Hmm. True."

A moan was admitted from the knocked-down phantom, who slowly sat back up. "Why do I feel like I just got hit by a cheap opera prop?"

He received two answers.

"Because you invaded my daughter's privacy!" and "I got about 200 pairs of opera and ballet shoes in her, Monsieur Ghosty, so you'd better shut up."

Needless to say, Erik took Meg's threat more seriously.

"I cannot believe you watched my ballet girls change," Madame Giry grunted, crossing her arms. Erik just smirked, standing now.

"Not my fault she got my amazingly sexy looks."

Meg did a double- no, triple- take, her dainty features showing nothing but horror. "W-what?"

Erik gave off his best smirk, (which caused many phangirls around the world to swoon and faint), and stated in a very bad Darth Vader's accent, "Meg, I am your father!"

Meg's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "I KNEW IT!" she screamed, turning around and running out of the room and crying for her best friend.

The moment Meg's voice had faded out, Erik burst out laughing while Madame Giry looked really pissed.

"I cannot believe you said she was hot, then lied that you were her father!" she growled.

Erik continued laughing. "Doesn't matter! She believed me, so I win the bet! You're not allowed to interfere with my next diabolical Christine ploy!" The Phantom of the Opera then swooshed his cape and went strutting down the hall, now laughing maniacally.

Mme. Giry sighed. "God protect that little girl…"

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As Raoul left Christine's room, Madame Giry leaned on the stairwell doorway, scowling at Erik. He slowly turned the key and pulled it out, successfully locking the girl in her room.

Stupid perverted genius. Stupid perverted genius, she thought, watching him glance over at her. Then he stuck out his tongue in a very un-Phantom-y way.

As he left, she sighed and turned around, facing the stairs. Better go explain this to Meg. I can't believe he won that bet…