It was the evening on which MM. Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera , where giving a last gala performance to mark their retirement. Suddenly the dressing room of La Sorelli, one of the principal dancers, was invaded by half-a-dozen young ladies of the ballet, wh ohad come up from the stage after " dancing" Polyeucte. They rushed in amid great confusion some giving vent to forced and unnatural laughter, others to cries of terror. Sorelli, who wished to be alone for a moment to "run through" the speech which she was to make to the resigning managers, looked around angrily at the mad and tumultuous crowd. It was little Jammes --- the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose-red cheeks, and the lily-white neck and shoulders--- who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: "It's the ghost!" And she locked the door.
'Ahh, books. How I love them.' Ciara was always found reading when not occupied by other things. She resembles Hermione in that way. That's why they get along so well. They are also muggle-borns which makes their friendship all the better.
"George! What are you doing here?" I was a bit surprised to see him in this part of the train. Yes, it's the first day of school. 'Finally. After one of the most boring and horrible summers, you can finally go to your other home, Hogwarts. I need time away from home to think on some of the events that occurred in the summer and to recover from the shock of it all. I'm glad George is my friend.' They kept contact throughout the summer.
"I'm here on a mission." He grinned.
"Well you agreed to join us on our business venture so I thought you'd like to meet the other associate."
"Oh no, George you know I don't like him." He gave this look which meant 'Your going to have to if you want to be a part of this.' And the strange thing is I knew by what that look meant.
"Fine,George." 'Oh, how I'm going to regret this decision.'