Sorry Guys- I meant to get this up yesterday but I was busy with last minute christmas preparations. All done now though :)
Thanks as usual go to my lovely reviewers :)
And now without further ado...
The Girys
"Monsieur"
Raoul grunted and rolled over- still sleepy!
"Monsieur, it is time to waken"
Raoul yawned and stretched and accepted his breakfast off the butler. "Thank you Lawrence"
Lawrence bowed and left the room.
'Hold on' Raoul thought, as the croissant made its way to his lips. 'Don't I normally take breakfast in the breakfast room with Christi… oh!'
His eye landed the paper on his tray- the date read le 23 Decembre 1881
That meant that this was the week before that fateful Masquerade; and that he and Christine had been engaged to be married for three months. It was Sunday- the Opera was closed so Raoul's only option was to go a visiting.
There was just one tiny, but still rather important flaw in his plan.
He hadn't the foggiest idea of where his beloved would be living now that her father was still alive.
Raoul took a leisurely stroll into Paris once he had finished his breakfast. It was late on in the morning- he'd never make it to Mass on time; so for once in his life he didn't bother.
"You look lost monsieur"
Raoul started and turned to find Madame and Mademoiselle Giry walking down the street towards them.
"I am looking for the Daae residence Madame Giry, do you know the way?"
The ballet mistress looked startled. "How do you know my name Monsieur?"
"I am Raoul de Chagny Madame" he told her. "I'm one of the Patrons of the Opera Populaire"
The two women exchanged a glance.
"No you aren't" the younger one (what was her name again, Melanie?) frowned. "We haven't had any new patrons since September when Messieurs Andre and Firmin took charge- with M. Daae's full support of course"
"Of course?" Raoul parroted, feeling that it was perhaps not a good idea to mention his relationship with Christine.
"M. Daae stepped aside so that Christine could have a shot as Prima Donna when La Carlotta walked out." Meg replied.
Raoul returned his attention to the ballet mistress. "So Madame, would you please tell me where I might find M. and Mlle. Daae."
Raoul got the feeling that Madame Giry only gave him the address so he'd stop bothering her and her daughter- but he shrugged it off with a cheery Joyeaux Noel as he let them get on their way. He had a beautiful fiancée to visit.
Not ten minutes later Raoul was standing outside a rather pleasant looking town house. This was a far cry from the Dormitories that she'd lived in before his wish. He walked up to the door and rapped on the silver knocker.
If I'm lucky I'll get the next chapter posted before Christmas
In the mean time, let me know what you think :)