Disclaimer: I sooooo wish this was mine... not even the pretty plot is mine.

Written by: ME! WOOTISH! FINALLY!

Pathetic Phantoms

"IMPORTANT!

"Because of minor technicalities, there will be second auditions for the play Romeo and Juliet. Those who were unable to complete their auditions may try out again, along with those unable to make it. If you got through your auditions, you may try out again, or stay with your first audition. Thank you, and have a nice day.

"Scrawled at the bottom of the page, as if Professor Flitwick had forgotten and remembered at the last moment, is Auditions- Sunday afternoon 12-3"

As Hermione finished reading and adding her own little narration, Ginny looked up in shock. "How can they do this?" she asked, mouth wide open. "The auditions were fair, weren't they?" She started pacing. "People got to try out." She turned and paced the other way. "They are just doing this because of Pansy." Again, she turned and paced. "So, she was bad, that was her fault. Someone dropped the background because they knew I was better! And it wasn't even that heavy!" Ginny continued pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, a thought hit her, along with Draco Malfoy.

"Watch where you're going, Mal-ferret," she mumbled, continuing with her pacing. Malfoy stared at her, shook his head as if trying to shake out thoughts, and disappeared into a door.

"Hermione," Ginny whined, the thought in her head making her feel worse by the minute. Hermione looked at her, eyes wide and questioning. "Hermione, was I really that bad?"

Hermione looked shocked. "No," she said. "No, of course not! You were GREAT!" she exclaimed, not sounding at all convincing.

And, Ginny obviously heard that guilty twinge in her voice. She continued pacing. I need a place to learn to act. She turned. I need a place to learn to act. Turn. I need a place to learn to act. And, yet again, another turn. I need a place to-

Hermione grabbed Ginny's should and Ginny looked up. There was a door in front of her. Of course, she thought. The Room of Requirements.

She told Hermione to stay where she was, and entered the Room. As soon as she closed the door and looked around, she knew she was in thespian heaven.

Ginny looked around and saw a stage. Also, there was a corner of the room, hidden by a screen. When Ginny looked behind it, there were stacks and stacks and stacks of costumes, all at her disposal. She turned around, and there were bookshelves upon bookshelves of, well, books. But, upon closer inspection, Ginny noticed they weren't just any books. No, they were scripts. A thousand books, and then a thousand more, written in English, French, Russian, Latin and many other languages. There were some from the Middle Ages, some from Broadway, some from muggles, some from wizards. Ginny was astounded.

Finally, when she got her senses back, Ginny stood on the stage and looked around. Straight ahead, where the audience would be sitting in a normal theatre, was a huge mirror. She could read a script and watch herself as she acted. Not only did that help with her acting, it also helped her interact with the audience.

Ginny started practicing for another audition, reading from Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," when she heard a voice.

"Project your voice," it said, sounding like a crappy imitation of a ghost's voice.

Ginny looked around. Great, all I need now is a stalker trying to take my moves. "Who's there?" she asked, looking around wildly.

"I am your angel of music. Come to me angel of music." Now, the voice was singing...

O great, she thought. A crackpot.

Ginny paused. "Oooookay," she said. "What do you mean by 'angel of music'? It's not real, just from a story my dad used to tell me. And what does music have to do with acting?" she asked, curious as to who the peeping tom might be, and yet enjoying pointing out his mistakes.

She heard a cough. The voice then started to sound human. "Di-Did I say 'angel of music'? O, uh, yea, sorry. I-uh, I actually meant," he paused here and his voice went like the cheap imitation of a ghost again. "I am..." ...huh. The Not-So-Dramatic-Pause. "THE PHANTOM."

Ginny heard a clap of thunder.

She stared in front of her.

She started laughing her arse off.

"You- You're what?" she asked between gasping for breath and laughing harder.

"You- You DARE mock ME, vermin?" the self-proclaimed "Phantom" asked in quite a strong voice.

Ginny continued on laughing. "How can I NOT?" she asked, gasping, yet again.

The next thing she heard did nothing to improve her image of him.

"Stop mocking me!" he whined, sounding like he was on the verge of tears.

Ginny laughed even harder. She carried on for another half and hour before she had finally caught her breath.

"Okay, Harry, you can come out now," she stated. Of course it would be Harry. Who else would pretend to be a Phantom to get her attention? Or help her out with her acting?

She heard no response.

"Harry?" she called out again.

Still no answer.

She started searching the room, yet found no evidence of another presence. The voice had disappeared and she couldn't find anywhere a person could have hid without her knowing. He was never there.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post this, and sorry it is so short. That's what I get for handwriting stuff...