Slip of the tongue (Erik)

[mamma]

Slowly hobbling with a cane from her bedside to the hoveround. She had a desire to get out and about again today and found that this little scooter was the most wonderful invention ever! She didn't have to rely upon someone to wait upon her and cart her everywhere. She could do it all on her own now granting her true independence while allowing Christine and Raoul to have their own life. Also this could annoy them as it meant that Mamma could drop in on them at any given time.

Sitting down on the posh motorized seat with a smile. Within a moment, Mamma was rolling out of her room at a fairly decent clip and down the hallway with a smart little smirk and hummed as she did so some little song from the North, one of those old Swedish Folk Songs she was always fond of and one that Mr Daaé did not hesitate to play often.

The old woman really had no set destination in mind and would just let her whim see where it takes her. She didn't quite pay attention to where she was going all the time though and was prone to bump into things.

[Erik Spectre]

After worrying about Christine for ages, he had decided to do something about it. Érik felt mildly comfortable leaving Marguerite alone in his house, but he had no idea what to do about her situation. Under no circumstances could Christine meet her, so bringing his bride back home was out of the question. But he needed to know where she was, at least if she was alright and out of any malicious hands like the rat-man who had kidnapped her. He felt inexplicably lost without being in control. He had told her that she could leave when she wanted, so long that she came back, but she had been gone a few weeks with no word!

So, calmly he traversed the flight of stairs to the ground level of the manor. His heart might have possibly burst out of his chest with anxiety, but he was calm. He walked through the empty corridors, peaking into rooms that were open, listening in on doors that were closed. He couldn't find her, but he did hear talk.

One room in the girl's dormitory was positively animate with chatter, something about a wedding... This caught Érik's attention. He pressed his ear closer to the door, silently as he'd mastered the art of being undetected ages ago. The women inside the room spoke of how beautiful it was going to be, and that they had never seen the groom... And that they thought Christine would be a gorgeous bride!

Aha! So Christine was planning the wedding all along! Their wedding, as Érik had been quite elusive to the rest of the residents of the manor. Few even knew who he was, from what Christine had said before she'd disappeared. But this was why he hadn't seen her for so long! She was going to surprise him! Wasn't it always the woman who planned the wedding in the first place? he thought. Yes, of course, how perfectly ignorant he'd been!

Pleased, Érik continued further down the corridor. Perhaps he'd give her time, then. It would be best to look shocked when Christine showed him the work she'd done. Truly, he should have known her ways by now. And perhaps she couldn't even find her way back to the blasted elevator and stairs? Well, it was no use waiting for her there, then. He'd find the kitchen again and wait there for her, for she was sure to need food at one point or another. Perhaps he could take a peek in the icebox and see if any food was already prepared for the wedding...

It was all so surreal... Érik wondered if he might be dreaming, but he knew he was not. In this mansion perhaps they could start a new life together. After all, it seemed no one he had met thus far knew of their turbulent past together... They could move on...

As he rounded a corner, Érik caught a glimpse of a pile of blonde hair atop a dainty, moving body. He hid behind the corner and peeked around it.

There she was, his future wife. She looked beautiful and radiant, practically glowing. He blushed just thinking that he was the cause of her happiness. She was speaking with Christine de Chagny, the woman he'd danced with the first time he came to the manor. They were talking vivaciously, rather close to the kitchen, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, as they spoke in hushed tones. He was quite content looking on from afar, because though she was young, Christine had quite the head on her shoulders, and he trusted her judgement in marital matters. He sighed silently, his heart fluttering with happiness.

His attention totally focused on the way Christine's mouth moved when she laughed, he didn't even notice when suddenly a large object collided with his legs. He almost cried out in alarm if it weren't for knowing Christine was in such close proximity, however when he looked back she had disappeared into a room. He didn't know which one.

"Confound it!" he cried, twisting around to look down at what had caused this disturbance. "Watch where you're goi--" He stopped short the moment he recognized the old lady in the chair.

[mamma]

Completely not focused upon where she was going, little old Mamma was just behaving like some entranced child in awe of a massive building. A blank look upon her face as she observed everything around her and yet she was utterly oblivious to the one object that mattered most - Erik!

Nearly jolted from her senses and definitely rocked from her dreamscape to see a very tall man hovering right before her. Looking up at him with a rather blank gaze that soon enough turned into a surprise before becoming a rather adorable scowl. "Now now. No need to use vulgar language." Well, to her it was vulgar. Little innocent old woman that she was who never really interacted with the public as often as she used to.

"You should be more careful where you step, young man," showing that cute little old lady smile as she looked up at him from that hoveround. Again, utterly oblivious that it was she who ran into poor Erik.
With that, she hummed a little and backed up that little chair then started to go around Erik only to stop to look up and over at him. "Can I help you with anything, young man?"

[Erik Spectre]

Adelaide Valerius! Érik should have known she might be here, as Christine had expressed sentiment that she longed for her adoptive mother to return to her. Perhaps she was going to see Christine in the room she'd disappeared in... But what was that thing she was sitting in?

She was quite amusing, calling him a young man (which he most certainly was not), and he also found it odd that she was not phased by his mask. He almost wanted to strike up a conversation with her, as she would be his future mother-in-law, but he wasn't sure what to say. Hello, I'm marrying your daughter? Should he ask permission? There was no Monsieur Valerius anymore, so would it be appropriate? If the wedding was already being planned surely he need not...

Well, she asked him what he was staring at, so he might as well answer her. "I'm sorry, Madame, but I'm afraid I know you but you do not know me... Of course, Christine mentioned me, I'm sure, but we have not been properly introduced." He took his hat off his head and bowed with it graciously. "I am, as mademoiselle would put it, the Angel of Music." He smirked under the mask, using his old familiar pseud in self-mockery.

[mamma]

Mamma simply sat there in the hoveround with a blank, childlike gaze back up at the tall, lanky masked man. She almost narrowed her eyes in an effort to really see his face which seemed rather... awkward but dismissed it nevertheless. A common thing she did more often than not.

A bit surprised but that look barely shifted from that blank gaze when he mention that he knew her. But when he introduce himself as the Angel of Music, Mamma looked like she was darn near having a heart attack! Frozen with utter shock for what seemed like forever, eyes as wide as saucers before she suddenly exclaimed with such a loud glee, "Oh, my! Oh, MY! Oh!" Holding her hand over her chest as she was practically gasping for breath and hyperventilating. "Oh, MY!" More gasping," Christine's Good Genius!" Now she understood why his face was obscured, Heaven's Light would surely burn them all if any mere mortal should look upon his face!
Sitting back in the hoveround, still out of breath. "Oh, I had never expected to ever see you, monsieur! Never!" and never had a grander look of surprise ever play upon an old woman's face almost making her childlike. The fact that the Angel of Music was physical and mortal shocked her more! She never believed de Changy so to speak, nor Christine's doubt that soon enough crept in. The old woman wanted to believe in such myths.
"Oh, my goodness! Oh my goodness!" Hand upon her chest again. "Why ever are you- oh, yes." as she corrected herself and smiled. "Christine. Christine is why." Nodding, "Oh, Good Genius! Angel of Music!" as she held her hands out to the towering thin man, but not really expecting to touch such a being of Heaven at all. "Are you going to continue to teach and help my Christine after she is married? I hope you do not mind that she is marrying de Changy?"