Never Thought We’d Meet Again! (Nutmeg)

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

It had been a while since Christine Svenna had been to that place where she had first awoken when she’d arrived at the Manor. The Opera House was a location she surprisingly enough did not visit very often, but she’d heard so much about it. Erik Lenoir had said that he was restoring the place, and he’d wanted her to be able to sing for him there, but she’d yet to visit the place recently in order to see exactly what sort of restoration work he had done, so that was what she planned to do that day.

She was dressed in a black turtleneck mini-dress and silver chandelier-style earrings with her hair falling over her shoulders in light chestnut curls. The weather was still cool, and she had a few more weeks yet before her job started back up at the aquarium in the village. She figured she should probably use the time that she had left before that happened to do some of the little things she’d been putting off, such as visiting the opera house.

It was about midday when she arrived there, and she glanced about the theatre as she stepped through the aisles. All of the seats had been reupholstered, and a lot of the other general mess had been cleaned up well since she’d last been in there. It was starting to look very pretty, actually, and reminded her of the Opéra Populaire back home in Paris. She looked up in awe, walking in little circles as she moved, observing and taking in her surroundings. Erik had definitely done a wonderful job with the place…

[Meg "Oh! La La" Giry]

Meg wasn't really too keen to go back to the opera house of the manor. She had a feeling that the next time she went she'd see Lenoir again, doing his renovating like he said he would. But then again, it was getting annoying practicing in the ballroom. The flooring wasn't the greatest to practice on when you're used to a wooden stage.

So, after a quick prayer that Lenoir would be absent from the theatre, she put on her new ballet shoes and a nice flowing skirt, fixed her hair in a perfect round bun and entered the theatre. She smelled the thick musky air and felt home again, in Paris. Oh, what she wouldn't give to be back in Paris, as much as she loved New York.

Speaking of Paris... as she walked down the aisle to the stage, Meg saw a woman spinning in circles and admiring the house... someone she definitely recognized. She gasped.

"Christine?" she said, bounding down and stopping the twirling girl in her tracks. "Christine... It can't be... But you look so young!" She tilted her head, admiring the woman's gorgeous earrings and style. "It's as if Coney never even existed!"

[Christine Svenna Daaé]

Christine hadn’t particularly been paying much attention to whether or not anyone else was there with her, and likely would not have noticed that someone else had entered the room with her except for the fact that she heard a familiar voice—one which she did not expect to hear at least any time soon. She turned to look to see if the voice belonged to who she thought it had… and it did!

Her blue eyes widened and became all aglow, sparkling with excitement. “Meg!?” She gasped, both shocked and delighted by the sight. She let out a squeal and threw her arms around the other, embracing her happily in a tight hug. “When did you get here!? Oh, I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again!”

She let go of her friend, then grasped her hands in her own and gave a sort of little giddy hop in delight. “You look different—fabulous, don’t get me wrong—but different.” And then her friend said something which confused her ever so slightly. Coney? The coquettish young woman tilted her head to the side a bit, wondering what she could be talking about.