I do not own Harry Potter or Phantom.
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Ginny looked up into the mismatched eyes of the person in front of her. "I...what?" She had not understood his question, as he had asked it in French. Erik recognized her speech as English and stood, his cape billowing out behind him, reminding her of Professor Snape, as he neared her quickly, taking her arm in his grip. "American." He spat at her in English, his eyes angry.
Ginny cried out as he grabbed her arm. "No! I'm British. I...I came here on accident." She was not frightened by him, merely of his actions. Growing up in the wizarding world, she had seen much worse than a person in a mask. Erik released her arm roughly and stared down menacingly at her. Ginny stared right back.
Erik seemed perturbed for a moment. "You are not frightened of me?" He asked in a harsh tone, not used to this sort of calm acceptance. Ginny looked puzzled for a moment. "Of course I'm not frightened. I have no reason to be frightened of you." She said matter-of-factly, taking Erik quite by surprise. He quickly regained his composure and straightened.
"I'll just be going on my way then." Ginny said and made to turn away. She looked down and there was a sleek Persian cat staring up at her, it's eyes glittering. "I think not. You do not simply stumble upon my home and leave to tell others." Erik's calm voice came from behind her. She spun to look at him, her bright red hair fanning out around her. "And I suppose you are going to stop me?" She shot at him, her anger rising.
Erik's eyes widened. He had not been spoken back to since he was a small child. His own fury began to raise at this child who had challenged him. His hand darted inside his cape and suddenly was thrown back, landing on the couch. Ginny had seen his hand go under, and immediately pulled out her wand, shooting a spell at him. Her wand was still in her hand, pointed at him as he stood.
"What sort of magician are you, girl?" Erik asked, eying her wand, wanting it very much. Ginny almost laughed. "I am not a sorcerer, I am a witch. And my name is Virginia." She said, still watching him carefully. They heard a noise and both looked to the lake, where on the opposite side, a young woman with long dark hair was staring at them.
"Angel." Erik whispered softly and, with a last glance at Ginny, retreated to his boat, rowing over and returning with his angel. The young woman stepped out of the boat, accepting his hand to help her out. She eyed Ginny, still with her wand out. Ginny in turn, also studied the girl. Erik whispered something to her in French and the girl frowned slightly, replying in French.
Erik looked at Ginny. "Virginia, this is Christine. The star of the Paris Opera." Christine, hearing her name, gave a little curtsy, which Ginny returned. Erik left the two to go to his rooms, needing to think about this new intruder.
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AN: Thank you for the review, Rabid Phan. You kicked my butt up to most certainly continue this and disprove you. Yes this story does indeed have a plot, only you are too 'boxified' to see the possibilities. And nowhere does it say there will be any kind of relationship. Erik loves beautiful things, and as a phan, you should know that. Please review my story, and there is much more to come.
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Ginny looked up into the mismatched eyes of the person in front of her. "I...what?" She had not understood his question, as he had asked it in French. Erik recognized her speech as English and stood, his cape billowing out behind him, reminding her of Professor Snape, as he neared her quickly, taking her arm in his grip. "American." He spat at her in English, his eyes angry.
Ginny cried out as he grabbed her arm. "No! I'm British. I...I came here on accident." She was not frightened by him, merely of his actions. Growing up in the wizarding world, she had seen much worse than a person in a mask. Erik released her arm roughly and stared down menacingly at her. Ginny stared right back.
Erik seemed perturbed for a moment. "You are not frightened of me?" He asked in a harsh tone, not used to this sort of calm acceptance. Ginny looked puzzled for a moment. "Of course I'm not frightened. I have no reason to be frightened of you." She said matter-of-factly, taking Erik quite by surprise. He quickly regained his composure and straightened.
"I'll just be going on my way then." Ginny said and made to turn away. She looked down and there was a sleek Persian cat staring up at her, it's eyes glittering. "I think not. You do not simply stumble upon my home and leave to tell others." Erik's calm voice came from behind her. She spun to look at him, her bright red hair fanning out around her. "And I suppose you are going to stop me?" She shot at him, her anger rising.
Erik's eyes widened. He had not been spoken back to since he was a small child. His own fury began to raise at this child who had challenged him. His hand darted inside his cape and suddenly was thrown back, landing on the couch. Ginny had seen his hand go under, and immediately pulled out her wand, shooting a spell at him. Her wand was still in her hand, pointed at him as he stood.
"What sort of magician are you, girl?" Erik asked, eying her wand, wanting it very much. Ginny almost laughed. "I am not a sorcerer, I am a witch. And my name is Virginia." She said, still watching him carefully. They heard a noise and both looked to the lake, where on the opposite side, a young woman with long dark hair was staring at them.
"Angel." Erik whispered softly and, with a last glance at Ginny, retreated to his boat, rowing over and returning with his angel. The young woman stepped out of the boat, accepting his hand to help her out. She eyed Ginny, still with her wand out. Ginny in turn, also studied the girl. Erik whispered something to her in French and the girl frowned slightly, replying in French.
Erik looked at Ginny. "Virginia, this is Christine. The star of the Paris Opera." Christine, hearing her name, gave a little curtsy, which Ginny returned. Erik left the two to go to his rooms, needing to think about this new intruder.
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AN: Thank you for the review, Rabid Phan. You kicked my butt up to most certainly continue this and disprove you. Yes this story does indeed have a plot, only you are too 'boxified' to see the possibilities. And nowhere does it say there will be any kind of relationship. Erik loves beautiful things, and as a phan, you should know that. Please review my story, and there is much more to come.