The Same (A PotO Phan-fic)

Chapter 2

Welp here is chapter 2! Thank you for support and I hope you enjoy it! This authors note a bit short so yeah!
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.Third Person.

Madame Giry's eyes widened as she read over the letter.

Dear Antoinette,
I hope all things are well for you. You are probably wondering why I had the letter delivered as such. My master, Layla Barrett (the young lady delivering this letter), is in danger and needed to run away from home. I hope you can grant me this favor; please allow Mademoiselle Barrett to live and perform at the Opera Populair.

She is quiet the dancer and singer. Although she sings in private and never sings publicaly, please keep her singing a secret until you see fit she is ready to perform with her singing talent. I also know Mademoiselle Barrett dabbles in drawing as well.

Regarding her and her gloves, request you let her leave them on. I will not go in full detail on why, but please understand that what she is hiding underneath will keep everyone from fearing her. I know I have made a lot of request, but I truly want my master to be safe from harms way. You're one of the only people I can trust to look after her.

Your old friend,
John Bodkin.

Madame Giry had a small smile on her face before it return to its seemingly stern face. She let out a small sigh and placed the envelope into a pocket on the front of her skirt. She tapped her cane once more on the stage floor.

"You may all have the rest of the day off." All the dancers let out cheer but soon were silenced at the sharp glare Madame Giry gave. "Meg come with me to my office as well as you Layla." She began walking into the wings of the stage, both Layla and Meg, Madame Girys daughter, followed closely behind.

.Layla.

Madame Giry turned to face me once we got in her office. The dancer named Meg stood next to her too; I noticed how the blonde dancer look quiet similar to Madame Giry. There was a slight awkward feeling in the room as we just stood in silence. Madame Giry cleared her throat, breaking the silence.

"Is John alright?" She asked in a slight whisper.

"Yes, he's in full health and still enjoys singing." I replied with a fond smile. Giry smiled in relief.

"I'm glad my old friend is well. I'll take you in as a ballerina. My daughter Meg will show you around." She jestered towards the blonde ballerina who gave me a curtsie. I knew she looked like Madame Giry! "I have a warning to give you, try not to explore at night. Or alone. It is dangerous to do so." I nodded furiously. "Now Meg, go and show Ms. Barrett around."

"Yes mother." She curtsied again and looped her arm with mine. "Lets go to the ballerina dormitories so you can drop off your stuff!" She gave me a smile and led me out the room.

"Ah thank you, Meg!" I gave a tip of my head as a thanks.

"It isnt a problem, Layla. I hope we can be friends."

"I'd love to be friends. You are my first friend and I do not plan on losing you." We giggled as she pushed open the door that led into the dormitories. The room was a cream color and around fifteen beds were in the room. The room was almost empty of people, besides the ballerina nappping on her bed near the middle of the room. "Here we are! I'll show you your bed." Meg almost dragged me towarsa the far right corner. "Here's yours!" She jestered to the one in the corner. "Right next to mine!" She patted her bed.

"Thank you again Meg." I slid my trunk underneath the small bed.

"I don't mean to sound rude, but I have question to ask you." I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Is she goning to ask about...

"Go on.."

"What color are you eyes? I simply cannot tell." I smiled in relief.

"My mother said they are a light green, a seafoam green."

"I'm sorry, they just looked like a greyish color from a distance." She chuckled lightly at her mistake. I gave her pat on the shoulder, signaling a 'it's alright'. "Well I guess I should get to showing you around!" She looped her arm with mine once more and we walked out of the ballerina dormitories.

As we walked down the hall exchanging mindless chatter, I couldn't help a strange feeling wash over me. It almost felt as if...someone was watching me...

(AN) sorry if this chapter seems a bit boring. I had tests today so my mind is a bit exhausted. Thank you for reading!