Enter Mimi

I watched as Ron grabbed his old Hogwarts scarf, cloak and broom and walk towards the door. He looked a little depressed with his Wideo camera still attached to his hand, it wasn't on anymore.

"Where are you going?" I asked from my place on the couch. I sat still tuning the guitar…or trying to.

"Luna called…"

"You're such a sucker!" He shook his head sadly. "You're still in love with her." I hadn't paid a lot of attention to Ron recently, being too busy paying too much attention to myself.

"No I'm not." He said looking at me. "Really…I'm not."

"Then you're just whipped." He scowled.

"I don't suppose you'd like to see her show in the lot tonight?" I shrugged. "Or come to dinner? We're going to the Verve Café." I shook my head.

"Zoom in on my empty wallet."

"Touché…Take your TZA." He turned the camera on and faced it to himself. Thinking I couldn't hear, he explained the story to the 'folks a home' "Close on Harry, his girlfriend Katie left a note saying 'we've got AMIDS' before slitting her wrists in the bathroom." He turned the camera off again and looked back to me. "I'll check up on you later…change your mind though...you really should get out of the house okay?"

"Okay." I said, staring at my once able hands miserably. He walked out the door and it closed loudly behind him. I was used to being alone in here. I had spent the past year alone in this loft. Not entirely alone. Thomas was here for some of it…Luna…of course Ron. But they all left from time to time. I had been trying to get over my addiction to Floo Powder. It took a while for wizards to notice (and acknowledge) the hallucinogenic and enjoyable qualities of Floo Powder. Weak when inhaled but insane when injected, my days as a band member had relied heavily on use of Floo Powder. I sighed and strummed my guitar.

"I'm writing one great song before I…die." I scowled. This disease ate away at you sooner or later. It was appearing to be sooner. I started to play an old ballady song that I used to play. I knew I was going crazy when I started to talk to myself. "One song…it'll bring me that glory I've lost. Just one song before I go. Just one great song to leave behind…I need to find that one song, one last refrain. I need to shed this image of a pretty boy front man who wasted opportunity. I had the world at my feet. I was everything in the eyes of a young girl. Fuck."

I stood up and walked towards the window. I opened them and stepped out onto the fire escape. I sat down and let my feet dangle down the steps, my ass freezing on the cold metal. "I need to find glory beyond the cheap colored lights, just one song before the sun sets. Some glory in another empty life." I shook my head and stopped played the guitar. "I can find glory in a song that rings true, truth like a blazing fire, an eternal flame. I know! A song about love. The most famous songs ever written were love songs from the souls of young men. I'm a young man...I need to find that one song before the virus takes hold like a sunset. That song will redeem this empty life."

I stood up again, the cold having reached my bones. I walked quietly inside and set my guitar on the table. I sighed. "Time flies and then I won't have to endure this anymore. Time hurts. Time dies eventually." I heard a loud knock at the door.

I knew it was Ron. He had tossed his key down to Thomas and had forgotten to take mine. He must've forgotten something when he went to meet Luna. She probably reamed him out for forgetting it too…the bitch.

"What'd you forget?" I said before I even looked at who was standing in the doorway. It was a girl; A very familiar looking girl.

"Got a light?" She said holding up a half burned down candle. I nodded and she walked in.

"I know you don't I?" She just looked at me with wide brown eyes, she was shaking. "You're shivering."

"It's nothing, they turned off my heat."

"Mine too." I gave her a sympathetic smile.

"I'm just a little weak on my feet tonight. Would you light my candle?" She held the candle up again, but I couldn't take my eyes off her face. "What are you staring at?" She said slightly self-consciously.

"Nothing." I replied quickly. She looked skeptical. "You're hair in the moonlight."

"You're a charmer."

"You look familiar." I say as I light a match and light her candle, my wand was across the room. She smiles and starts to walk away but stumbles a little. I reach out and steady her elbow. "Can you make it back to your apartment?"

"I just haven't eaten much today…no money. At least the room stopped spinning. Anyway..." She smiled and I stared again. "What?"

"Nothing." I said again, mentally slapping myself for being a creep. "Your smile reminded me of…" She scoffed and walked towards the windows, looking out on the freezing London night.

"I always 'remind people of'. Who is she?" She looked back at me, the moonlight framing her curls.

"She died." I said looking at the floor again. The girl started to walk towards the other side of the apartment, her back to me. "Her name was Katie." She turned back to me, the flame once again extinguished.

"It's out again." She walked back and held her hand out again. "Sorry about your friend, but I'd really appreciate it if you'd light my candle." I lit it and neither of us had anything to stay. We stood there awkwardly and just as I was about to say goodbye:

"Ow!" She pulled one of her hands away from the candle. I smiled for the distraction.

"Oh the wax….it's…"

"Dripping." She continued. "I like it between my…" She slid up to me and I pulled away. I'm not going to say I wasn't attracted, but I wasn't ready.

"Fingers! I figured." I said quickly, as to not hear anything too personal. "Oh well. Goodnight." I say as she walks towards the door. It closes and I breathe a sigh of relief. Women are scarier than you'd imagine. I walked back to the table and picked up my guitar when there was another knock. I opened the door and she stood there patting her pockets, a snuffed candle in hand. "It blew out again?" I asked. She looked up as if I had surprised her. She breezed right past be into the loft.

"No. I think that I dropped my stash." She still looked so familiar to me and I just couldn't place it.

"I know I've seen you out and about when I used to go out." I said as she looked around franticly. "You candle's out." I said. She looked down at it and shrugged; I walked over and lit it for her.

"I had it when I walked in the door. It was Grumman's. Is it on the floor?" She dropped herself down and started looking, giving me a fantastic view of her assets.

"The floor?" She glanced back and saw me looking at her.

"They say that I've got the best ass below Serpent Street Do you think it's true?"

"What?" This girl was so brash, I couldn't believe it.

"You're staring again." She pointed out. I was getting flustered.

"Oh no…I mean…you do…have a nice…" I blushed and she grinned at me. "I mean…you look familiar."

"Like your dead girlfriend."

"Only when you smile…but I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else."

"Do you ever go to the Witch's Britches? That's where I work…I dance." She looked up at me anxiously. "Help me look!"

"Yes!" I said as I now knew where I knew her from…well, the most recent place I knew her from. I was starting to thing she was Hermione come back from wherever she had disappeared to. "They used to tie you up." I continued on with the memory from the strip club.

"It's a living." She said defensively, looking under the couch.

"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs." Her head whipped back and she scowled at me, her candle was out again.

"Will you light my candle again please?" She said, holding it up to me. I grabbed another match and lit it. We returned to the floor to look for her Floo Powder.

"Why don't you forget that stuff? You look like you're sixteen."

"I'm twenty two! But I'm old for my age. I'm just born to be bad."

"I once was born to be bad." I said, standing up as she did the same. "I used to shiver like that."

"I have no heat, I told you."

"I used to sweat." I had noticed she was perspiring when she'd slid up next to me earlier.

"I have a cold." She said nonchalantly.

"Uh huh." I didn't believe her for a second. "I used to be a junkie."

"Now and then I like to feel good, that's all." Then I spotted the little bag on the floor.

"Here it…" I decided then that I wasn't going to give it to her, she should stop taking it. She looked over at me from the other side of the table.

"What's that?"

"Just a chocolate frog wrapper." I slyly put it behind my back and into my jeans pocket. She started to walk towards me.

"You know…we could light our own candle." She wrapped her arms around my neck and I discreetly blew out her candle on the way. "Hey! What'd you do with my candle?" I slid down onto the couch, not letting her near my back pocket.

"That was my last match, and I've lost my wand."

"Our eyes will adjust; thank god the moon's come out." She sat down next to me and smiled.

"Maybe it's not the moon at all." I said looking at her, my arms crossed against my chest. "I hear someone's shooting the next Paris Blockbuster down the street."

"Oh bah humbug." She put her hand down on my arm and grabbed my hand, still smiling sweetly. "Cold hands." I remarked, since they were freezing.

"Yours too." She said, sticking her tongue out. "They're big…like my fathers. Do you want to dance?" She pulled me up off the couch.

"With you?" I was trying to keep her away from my pockets still; she was twirling around and making it difficult.

"No, with my father." She said sarcastically. I smiled.

"I'm Harry." I explained. She lent in as if to kiss me but instead reached around to my back pocket. I felt her grab the baggie and I sighed.

"They call me Mimi." She held the baggie out in front of her and walked towards the door. She turned around before leaving and I just stared at her. "See you around." She closed the door behind her and I walked back to the table to grab my guitar.

A/N So there's a nice longer chapter. I'm trying to stick more to the play than to the movie so there's going to be some stuff that all you movie goers don't recognize. Enjoy because I'm certainly enjoying writing it (just took me awhile to get back to it.)

K