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Chapter 5: Scene 3- The Dressing Room
Andre gripped the champagne, looking quite giddy.
Blaise grinned. "A tour de force! No other way to describe it!"
Ron nearly giggled in happiness, "What a relief! Not a single refund!"
Pansy Parkinson as Mme Fermin grumbled a harsh, "Greedy."
Blaise decided to not hear her, then looked at Ron. "I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daae!"
Ron grinned back, then looked at Harry. "Here we are, Monsieur le Vicomte, Christine's dressing room."
"Gentlemen," Harry replied politely, "if you wouldn't mind, I would prefer to make this visit on my own." He then took the champagne from Ronald.
"As you wish, monsieur..." Ron said slowly, looking at his empty hand. The managers then left, Blaise whispering, "I think they've met before..."
Harry knocked on the door, then entered.
"Christine Daae, where is your scarf?" he asked, pretending to be upset.
Ginny looked at him curiously. "Monsieur...?"
"You can't have lost it!" He continued. "After all the trouble I took to get it back. I was just fourteen and soaked to the skin..."
Ginny continued, excitedly. "Because you had to go into the sea to fetch my scarf! Oh, Raoul! It is you!"
Harry murmured, "Christine," before wrapping her into a large hug. Ginny found her cheeks getting red, but was destined to stay in character.
She moved away and sat at her dressing table, eyeing her brush.
"Little Lotte let her mind wander..." Harry sung, smiling.
"You remember that, too," Ginny replied.
"Little Lotte thought; am I fonder of dolls..."
They both continued together. "Of goblins, of shoes..."
Then Ginny sang. "or of riddles, of frocks..."
"Those picnics in the attic..." Harry said. "...or of chocolates..."
"Father playing violin..."
"As we read to each other dark stories of the North..."
"No. What I love best, Little Lotte said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head!"
Both sang together. "The angel of music sings songs in my head!"
Ginny turned to Harry seriously. "Father said, 'When I'm in heaven, child, I will send the angel of music to you.' Well, father is dead, Raoul, and I have been visited by the angel of music."
Harry replied, "No doubt of it. And now, we shall go to supper!"
Ginny looked back fearfully. "No, Raoul! The Angel of Music is very strict."
Harry laughed. "I shan't keep you up late!"
"No, Raoul..." Ginny replied warningly.
"You must change," Harry answered back, ignoring her pleads. "I must get my hat. Two minutes. Little Lotte," he left.
"Raoul!" Ginny cried out, after he had already left. She then picked up her brush and began to fix her hair. "Things have changed, Raoul," she said to herself.
Suddenly, she heard her Angel's voice from behind the mirror.
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory!" Draco hissed, outraged. "Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!"
Ginny stood up, intransed. "Angel, I hear you! Speak, I listen. Stay by my side, guide me! Angel my soul was weak, forgive me. Enter at last, Master!"
Draco still sounded upset, but sang back, "Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! Look at your face in the mirror- I am there inside!"
The Phantom's figure became understandable in the mirror, and she was excited. She could finally see her angel!
"Angel of Music! Guide and Gaurdian! Grant to me your glory! Angel of Music, hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel!"
Draco sang back, hypnotizing her somewhat, "I am your Angel of music. Come to me: Angel of Music."
Ginny walked towards the mirror. Harry was outside the door, which is locked.
"Whose is that voice? Who is in there?"
The mirror opens, where the Phantom is standing. He reached foward and gripped Ginny by the hand. She gasped because of his cold, icy hands.
"I am your Angel of Music: Come to me angel of Music."
Ginny followed him through the mirror, which closes behind her. Harry finally entered, after the door was magically unlocked. Suddenly, he finds the room empty.
"CHRISTINE!" he shouted. "ANGEL!"
