elegantoperagirl

“Erik….” She began. “I-it’s been a while. But, I had my first big performance; earned lots of money… and friends…” she chuckled. But, heard no reply.

“Erik, I’m sorry I havnt spoken to you-“ she stopped herself. A thud sounded behind her, and when she turned around, she saw him- THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA- Erik!

he looked saddened, and, maybe even quite angry.

“Apologies, if I am the cause of your gloomy presence…”

“I am always gloomy,” Erik heard himself say.

He was. Well, not always— but close to always. Was his life not so perfectly detestable in its own way? Was he not almost always in some type of mood?

He had missed her. For a moment as he always did he feared she wouldn’t come back. Now, he felt perhaps mean for this. Was she nervous? Was it him?

“It’s- eh, it’s nice to see you… Erik…” she said suddenly. She said his name softly, with a little sadness in her voice. “I’m really sorry for not speaking with you. I- I was just on tour… a- and-“ she stopped. “There is, not excuse. I am sorry. I sort of- ghosted u”

she looked truly saddened to have left him alone for so long

“Erik….” She began. “I-it’s been a while. But, I had my first big performance; earned lots of money… and friends…” she chuckled. But, heard no reply.

“Erik, I’m sorry I havnt spoken to you-“ she stopped herself. A thud sounded behind her, and when she turned around, she saw him- THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA- Erik!

he looked saddened, and, maybe even quite angry.

“Apologies, if I am the cause of your gloomy presence…”

“I am always gloomy,” Erik heard himself say.

He was. Well, not always— but close to always. Was his life not so perfectly detestable in its own way? Was he not almost always in some type of mood?

He had missed her. For a moment as he always did he feared she wouldn’t come back. Now, he felt perhaps mean for this. Was she nervous? Was it him?

“It’s- eh, it’s nice to see you… Erik…” she said suddenly. She said his name softly, with a little sadness in her voice. “I’m really sorry for not speaking with you. I- I was just on tour… a- and-“ she stopped. “There is, not excuse. I am sorry. I sort of- ghosted u”

she looked truly saddened to have left him alone for so long

“Hello?”

she said, trembling. “Is anyone there?”

she looked around scared. Is somone in that box watching me? She thought. There can’t be; that door is locked. She decided. She looked down, sweeping the dirt and grime in the dust pan, when she heard a ghostly whisper of words she didn’t understand.

“Please, show yourself, or, at least speak to me” she declared, a little frightened. “But, please don’t hurt me; I won’t tell anyone about u.”

she continued to look at the dark and supposedly empty box, wondering if it was really empty.

The Opera Ghost watched on as the girl sang. She had great potential, but clearly lacked proper coaching. He could change that.

Caught slightly off guard when she addressed his presence, Erik stilled. It was true he had been looking to teach again, but he did not plan on it quite so soon. The events of the fire, the chandelier, Christine... they were still freshly burned into his mind.

He needed time to heal, to find himself again.

“Interesting”

she thought to herself. She couldn’t help but blush slightly at the kind gesture that the mysterious person did for her. She kept looking at the rose as she left the box leaving to go outside of the opera house.

It was nighttime when she left the opera house (it was after the night performance) and when she walked down the steps she heard a whisper of something she couldn’t understand. She continued to walk away not thinking much of it.

“Maggie, da’lin!” They embrace, and Isabelle holds out the rose. “Someone left me a rose…” she blushes and then looks at Maggie.

“What are you doing here? I’m a cleaner here, I just finished and was going to leave.”

She giggled, and then patted Maggie’s back. “Well, let’s go to the inn! The drinks are on me; I’m sure I have some money for some drinks..” she looks into her little bag, and holds out some coins enough for 2 drinks. “Yup, I have enough. Let’s go! I’m thirsty”

they go on their way to the inn, talking.

Isabelle smirks. “Us, ‘fine ladies’ would like to have some gin in tonic- or at least myself.” She looks at Maggie. “What would u like, dah’lin?” She says, sweetly

“Hello?”

she said, trembling. “Is anyone there?”

she looked around scared. Is somone in that box watching me? She thought. There can’t be; that door is locked. She decided. She looked down, sweeping the dirt and grime in the dust pan, when she heard a ghostly whisper of words she didn’t understand.

“Please, show yourself, or, at least speak to me” she declared, a little frightened. “But, please don’t hurt me; I won’t tell anyone about u.”

she continued to look at the dark and supposedly empty box, wondering if it was really empty.

The Opera Ghost watched on as the girl sang. She had great potential, but clearly lacked proper coaching. He could change that.

Caught slightly off guard when she addressed his presence, Erik stilled. It was true he had been looking to teach again, but he did not plan on it quite so soon. The events of the fire, the chandelier, Christine... they were still freshly burned into his mind.

He needed time to heal, to find himself again.

“Interesting”

she thought to herself. She couldn’t help but blush slightly at the kind gesture that the mysterious person did for her. She kept looking at the rose as she left the box leaving to go outside of the opera house.

It was nighttime when she left the opera house (it was after the night performance) and when she walked down the steps she heard a whisper of something she couldn’t understand. She continued to walk away not thinking much of it.

“Maggie, da’lin!” They embrace, and Isabelle holds out the rose. “Someone left me a rose…” she blushes and then looks at Maggie.

“What are you doing here? I’m a cleaner here, I just finished and was going to leave.”

She giggled, and then patted Maggie’s back. “Well, let’s go to the inn! The drinks are on me; I’m sure I have some money for some drinks..” she looks into her little bag, and holds out some coins enough for 2 drinks. “Yup, I have enough. Let’s go! I’m thirsty”

they go on their way to the inn, talking.

Isabelle smirks. “Us, ‘fine ladies’ would like to have some gin in tonic- or at least myself.” She looks at Maggie. “What would u like, dah’lin?” She says, sweetly

“Hello?”

she said, trembling. “Is anyone there?”

she looked around scared. Is somone in that box watching me? She thought. There can’t be; that door is locked. She decided. She looked down, sweeping the dirt and grime in the dust pan, when she heard a ghostly whisper of words she didn’t understand.

“Please, show yourself, or, at least speak to me” she declared, a little frightened. “But, please don’t hurt me; I won’t tell anyone about u.”

she continued to look at the dark and supposedly empty box, wondering if it was really empty.

The Opera Ghost watched on as the girl sang. She had great potential, but clearly lacked proper coaching. He could change that.

Caught slightly off guard when she addressed his presence, Erik stilled. It was true he had been looking to teach again, but he did not plan on it quite so soon. The events of the fire, the chandelier, Christine... they were still freshly burned into his mind.

He needed time to heal, to find himself again.

“Interesting”

she thought to herself. She couldn’t help but blush slightly at the kind gesture that the mysterious person did for her. She kept looking at the rose as she left the box leaving to go outside of the opera house.

It was nighttime when she left the opera house (it was after the night performance) and when she walked down the steps she heard a whisper of something she couldn’t understand. She continued to walk away not thinking much of it.

“Maggie, da’lin!” They embrace, and Isabelle holds out the rose. “Someone left me a rose…” she blushes and then looks at Maggie.

“What are you doing here? I’m a cleaner here, I just finished and was going to leave.”

She giggled, and then patted Maggie’s back. “Well, let’s go to the inn! The drinks are on me; I’m sure I have some money for some drinks..” she looks into her little bag, and holds out some coins enough for 2 drinks. “Yup, I have enough. Let’s go! I’m thirsty”

they go on their way to the inn, talking.

Isabelle smirks. “Us, ‘fine ladies’ would like to have some gin in tonic- or at least myself.” She looks at Maggie. “What would u like, dah’lin?” She says, sweetly

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

“And… if you mind telling me, what was it about?”

she looked at her with scared eyes; she was worried for her beloved freind.

“I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

“Edward Hyde?…. Why?..”

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

“And… if you mind telling me, what was it about?”

she looked at her with scared eyes; she was worried for her beloved freind.

“I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

“Edward Hyde?…. Why?..”

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

“And… if you mind telling me, what was it about?”

she looked at her with scared eyes; she was worried for her beloved freind.

“I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

“Edward Hyde?…. Why?..”

“Always”

As you can maybe tell my looking at my blog, Snape is also my favorite character.

But not the one in the books who's hopelessly in love with Lily to a weird degree.

While I understand him missing her and having a crush on her, I feel like it's taken too far at times and the always quote is one of my least favorite quotes in the book.

I'm not the first one to have this opinion, especially as a Snape girlie, as it's a pretty wide spread opinion, most people who truly like Snape and want to see better tend to share.

If you ever want to see my version of Snape you're more than welcome to look at my OC, Megan's character sheet.

To get into the second half of your actual question that's not my gripes and rambling, the reason I love Snape is just how misunderstood he is. I tend to like villains anyway, Loki being my favorite marvel character. I like being able to see a character and be like "I get you and I see you." And then ship a Sona or OC with them and give them the love and care that they need.

I'm only on book 2 as for my Harry Potter read through, bc while I've seen the movies, I'd never read the books so now I'm on that journey. If I can catch up with One Piece, I can catch up with Harry Potter lol.

Other characters that I like are Lupin (because he's a werewolf and I love werewolves and his character at least in the movies is intriguing as well (him being the only Marauder that I like.) and the Malfoys (they're just so posh and evil and I love them (along with Draco being kind of misunderstood as well imo). Oh and also Cedric who you can maybe tell my browsing my blog lol.

I love the Malfoys too!

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

“And… if you mind telling me, what was it about?”

she looked at her with scared eyes; she was worried for her beloved freind.

“I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

“Edward Hyde?…. Why?..”

“He (Erik) was right. Had I not seen his face I would have undoubtedly returned to him. I had been intrigued and touched for too long not to be moved by his hidden suffering. I am not made of stone and he still was the same man with the voice that warmed my heart with it’s beauty and genius. Oh indeed, I would have returned.(…) I could see longing in his eyes, but by never touching me, even when he had every chance, he proved that he may look like a monster but still had angelic qualities. I think had he been blessed with beauty instead of a visage that looked like death he may well have been an angel. (…) He acted as if he were my slave and did all I asked of him.”

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

“And… if you mind telling me, what was it about?”

she looked at her with scared eyes; she was worried for her beloved freind.

“I just wanna make sure you’re safe.”

Maggie had a horrible nightmare of hyde.. and ended up hanged, she jolted up from her sleep screaming “w-what?! i’m not dead..” “yet.” she cried softly like a child.. who is she, hyde.. or herself? she heard a knock on her bedroom door and she called out “c-come in!”

“Are u alright? I heard u scream..”

Guess who’s bored rn