Here's a little fic that stars one of those forgotten characters, little Jammes. I might write more of these with other minor characters from Leroux.
Jammes hurried down the corridor, her skirt softly rustling as she chased the red ball that Meg Giry had so carelessly bounced away. She knew that she was going to be late for rehearsals, but Jammes just had to get her ball. It had been given to her by her grandmother who had past away and Jammes had grown very fond to it.
"Little Jammes, we are going!" One of the brats yelled from around the corner.
"No! I don't want to walk to the rehearsals all alone!" Jammes cried out, but no one responded.
Just her luck, Jammes stopped by a door which she knew lead to the cellars. She was already out of breath and had to press her little hands to her sides to make the sharp pains go away. Luckily the ball had stopped rolling and now lay in front of her. If she would grab it and run back really fast then she wouldn't have to walk to the rehearsals by herself. After all, it wasn't save to walk alone in the Opera, not after what happened to that poor Joseph Buquet.
Jammes quickly touched the little coral ring that she wore as a charm against bad luck and shuddered at the thought of the dead man.
A noise that came from behind her caused her to scream and jump around, her forget-me-not eyes wide with fear and her normally rose-red cheeks drained from any color. There was no one in the corridor but her.
Jammes touched her ring again and quickly picked up her ball. She carefully took a step forward and then stopped, to listen to her surroundings. She heard nothing.
"Please, wait for me." The little ballerina yelled at the other ballet rats as she started to run.
A set of yellow eyes followed her as she went around the corner and disappeared out of sight.
I hope you like it. Reviews are always wanted.