A/N: First off, I'd like to thank sophianwin for being my first reviewer on my FanFiction. That really boosts my confidence! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far...

Phantom Of The Opera (c) Their respective owners and...or... creators...

Lenore, Darren, Ulrich (c) ...Me...

Breakfast Chatter and Annoyances

Lenore and Darren threw their heads back in laughter while Ulrich looked like he was about to faint with relief. Lenore picked up a beacon with the tips of her fingers and tore it apart with ease, "Nice and tender….," She ate it but had a hard time chewing it, "Vell… Look's are deceiving, I suppose…." Lenore cleared her throat, remembering the conversation she had with Erik about catching up with things, but it appeared that he caught up.

"So, Lenore…," Erik said, slowly chewing on a piece of toast and finishing it, "…May I ask what you three been up to? I don't think you've spent the past nine years together…?" he said with a smile.

"Oh Hell no!" Lenore gasped, looking frightened at the idea, "We've 'rejoined' not too long ago, however Darren's been a tad….. Pushy….," Lenore slowly raised a single brow a Darren who just looked up innocently, pressing his index fingers together, "….And then Ulrich's got a 'special someone' over at Tübingen, don't you?" Lenore teased while Ulrich went pink in the nose.

"That's not true, Lenore, Annabelle…Vell… I don't know….," Ulrich muttered, looking down at his plate sheepishly, "I think she's only taking a liking to me ist because… Vell I'm un doktor…"

"Really?" Erik said. Now he remembered! Ulrich was extensively intelligent when it came to the human anatomy and medicine when he was at the tender age of fourteen, in fact, he would often gloat about it, Erik thought frowning, "That's great news, Ulrich! What's Annabelle like…? Do you mind if I ask…?" Doesn't hurt.

Ulrich went positively red by now, grining from ear to ear and chuckling to himself, "Vell… She's a teacher at un college in Deutschland…. She…erm… Teaches International Studies, Social Studies and Physics…. I believe…. Ja." He buttoned his lip after that statement, loosing his voice.

"Well," Erik said, looking impressed, "That is something….Anything else….?"

Ulrich smiled, if it was possible, even more, "She…. She's got the most loveliest woice…." He whispered.

"That's what I was looking for!" Erik said, biting into another piece of toast. Ulrich nodded.

Darren snorted, "'Bout time Ulrich got himself a sweetheart. I was starting to think he was on the 'other side of the hill', if you catch my meaning…." Darren then sniggered.

"Vas?" Ulrich said, looking confused.

Lenore leered at Darren and then said to Ulrich, "Don't ask, hon, don't ask……. You don't want to stoop to that level of stupidity…No... Immaturity…." Lenore growled while Darren grinned with a mouthful of sausage and hash-brown, which made her snort with laughter but fought it off.

"But you should hear vhat Lenore's been doing with her life!" Ulrich said, his redness instantly vanishing with a sly smirk.

Lenore looked mildly surprised, "I've got nothing to hide, Ulrich," she looked at Erik, "Go ahead, mate, ask me anything." She said.

Erik patted the corners of his mouth with a napkin, thinking, "……..Alright, what about your father? Gordon Williams? Did you ever find him….?" he asked uncertainly, hoping that he didn't step in any black, murky waters.

Lenore snapped her fingers, quickly swallowing a mouthful of eggs and toast, "Y-YES! Yes, I did, in fact," she explained with a bright smile.

Erik's heart leapt in delight, "That's excellent, Lenore! Unbelievable, I wouldn't think you could find him so quickly—wait." Erik stopped himself, taking note of Lenore's white hair. Surely her father wouldn't have recognized her…. Being that it use to be pitched black. He looked at Lenore with a white face, "Did he… did he recognize you?"

Lenore's lip slowly formed into such a gentle and peaceful smile and she slowly nodded with her eyes soft, "Yes… Yes he did, Erik. I was fourteen at the time… In Scotland, you see… Was quite a shock to be honest. Something out of a fairy book that you hear when you're just a little thing….. I was sitting on the beach, singing 'She Moved Thur the Fair', you know that one….? And then…well……. I was in the second verse when I was cut off by another voice…. It was much older and deeper. It was a man's… Of course, I was taken off guard…. But that voice was so familiar… The voice and I just continued the song in a wonderful duet…. I didn't break my gaze from the sunset.… Not until we finished the song did I looked behind me and I immediately recognized his face….! He just smiled at me…. And he said, 'Hello, Lenore. It's been a long time, hasn't it?'…."

By now, Erik was in suspense and awe, "….Then what?" he breathed.

Lenore shrugged, "I hit the roof and about ten years was cut from my life, resulting me into almost fainting... That'll never happen, mind you." She chuckled.

"That's a given," Erik said, laughing and shaking his head lightly,stirring the beacon and taking a bite out of it, "You're much too proud, Lenore. You think it's bad for a young woman to faint when she's in shock?"

Lenore rubbed her face, grinning, "Not really, no, I just... I would be too vulnerable--let's just say..." she muttered, staring down at her plate and quietly pecking the food.

Darren was unusually quiet, chewing the last bits of his sausages.

"Now!" Ulrich said, assuming he was on a roll (doesn't everyone at this point, eh?) and too quickly change the mood, said, "Tell Erik about Michael, Ja?" He grinned evilly.

Suddenly, Lenore coughed and went bright red then cleared her throat, "W-Wh-What about him?" she stammered.

Both Ulrich and Darren grinned mischievously while Erik looked lost about this 'Michael' fellow, "Who's Michael?" he asked without thinking.

"Oh God…..," Lenore muttered, whining, burying her face into her hands, then muttered, "Ruddy bugger's…. Bunch of nutter's, them lot are….," she groaned and lifted her head looked annoyed, "Bunch of crazy people….," she said to herself. Why, oh God, why did they have to mention him?

"Lenore's sveetheart," Ulrich said in a swooning voice, grinning at Lenore, "Vell, he doesn't know yet…."

Darren finished the last of his toast, "Yet." He finished.

"I haven't the slightest idea in what you're talking about, boys, Michael's just a friend….," Lenore said, hiding her face with a napkin, "….A friend…." Her voice was muffled from the cloth.

Erik huffed in frustration, "I'll ask one more time….. Who is Michael?" he asked.

"His full name ist—"

Lenore quickly looked up with a scowl, "I'll tell 'em!" She snapped, "His full name is Michael Richardson…. He doesn't belong to any rich family or anything…. He's just….," Lenore then started giggling, shaking her head, "…Hilarious…"

"I don't understand what you see in that guy, Lenore!" Darren snapped, taping his fork on the plate. Erik could clearly see Darren was very jealous of Michael.

"What does he look like?" Erik asked, suddenly very interested in Michael for some inexplicable reason.

Lenore cursed under her breath, not liking where this conversation was going, "Well…. He's got brown hair… Bright green eyes……. And--"

"Skinny as a rake and shakes like a poodle," Darren said, "Not only that, he was born with two left feet—the only human being that trips on air!" He snickered.

Lenorescowled an evil, evil glare at Darren, "I'll tell you what, mate, about I take this knife, put it under a hot flame and shove it up your—"

"Alright!" Erik said, watching Lenore slowly moving the plate off of her lap but set it back, still staring at Darren, not blinking, "Let's change the subject!" Where did this attitude come from? Lenore did have a habit of swearing now and then, but cursing at the top of her lungs-? "Lenore," Erik said sternly. Lenore snapped out of her trance and looked at Erik openly, "Where in God's name did you get such habits? Swearing? Cursing? Threats…? Lenore—what's going on--?"

Okay now were going toan explanation for the cursing... So, there'll be less of that for those of you who are offended by this and I apologize for that. bows lowly I speak inrepresentative of Lenore as well. The next chapter won't be as quick... To Update, I mean. I think... But--let's see.

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