"Damn those fools!" He screamed angrily a few days later, "Do they not recognize talent when it hits them in the face. I gave them a perfect Christine and they throw her in the chorus!" The masked stranger hit the desk with a violent fist, "All my hard work to be wasted on some damn ensemble! She should be Christine!"

"Hello?" Bridget said as she walked into the darkened classroom, "Are you in here? I'm here for my lesson."

"There is no lesson today. I'm too tired to teach," he responded.

"Okay," Bridget sighed as she started out the door she had just entered, "What should I call you?"

"You may call me the Angel of Music."

Bridget smiled, "I had no doubt that you were," she sighed and then walked out the door.

"Bridget!" Harry said from behind her.

Bridget turned around and waited for her friend to catch up with her, "Hey! What are you doing down here."

"Looking for you actually. What are you doing down here?"

Bridget started to answer then paused, "I thought I heard someone down here and I thought I'd check it out. There's no one down here."

"That's not your job," Harry said playfully, "That's your sister's job."

Bridget rolled her eyes, "You know that I like to help her out."

"I'm sure you do. You like to help get her into trouble," The boy laughed, "Let's go. This place gives me the creeps."

"Alright," Bridget said as she looked back to the empty classroom.

"So, are you excited about the Phantom of the Opera?" Harry asked.

"What?" Bridget snapped out of the thoughtful gaze that occupied her face.

"I asked if you were excited about the play."

"Oh, yeah. It should be alot of fun. Phantom of the Opera is my favorite play. I'm so glad that I got a part."

"I still think that you should have been Christine."

Bridget tried to hide her blush, "Thank you, but I'm not that good. I have alot of work until I'm good enough to play Christine."

"Don't be modest! You're really good, a hell of alot better than Pansy," Harry's face turned sour when he mentioned her name.

"If you say so. I just wish that all this stupid house rivalry would stop. It's not that important."

"Of course it is! It's been that way since the school opened." Harry protested.

"United we stand, divided we fall."

"You sound like your sister," Harry chuckled.

"I know." She laughed. The two walked the rest of the way in silence.

"Password," The Fat Lady demanded when they reached the portrait hole.

"Smotnahp edutilos," Bridget responded.

"So, did you finish the Transfiguration homework?" Harry asked when they entered the Common Room.

"Bridget! Bridget!" Ginny called breathlessly as she ran into the room.

Bridget looked at her friend with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Pansy! They were rehearsing and a curtain fell on her!"

"What? When?"

"A few hours ago. We were reharsing the first scene!" Ginny answered all in one breath.

"Is she alright?"

"Who cares?" Harry snorted with laughter from the couch.

Bridget gave him a look, "I hope that she's okay."

"She's fine," Ginny answered with a roll of her eyes, "This isn't the first time that something like this has happened. Remember yesterday Harry?"

"Oh yeah!" Harry exclaimed as the memory dawned on him, "When the scenery fell and nearly crushed her? That was weird. What a coincidence that it happened to Pansy both times."

"Do you know what this means?" Ginny whispered as her eyes got wide with excitement.

"No." Harry and Bridget said at the same time.

"Obviously it means that someone doesn't want Pansy to be Christine. Just like the Phantom didn't want Carlotta to be the Prima Donna. It's just like the play. I wonder who the Phantom wants to be Christine."