I wish I knew what was going on. There's been more noise and rumblings from upstairs than ever, and although it's fainter than the pizza fight a few days ago because I'm farther away from the Great Hall, it's quite scary. Did I start a fight with my comment about Chris? Because if I did, I'm sorry. Everybody jokes, I guess, and that was just too joke-able to resist. In any case, my ears have been known to be unreliable. Hearing things other people can't. So don't take anything I say too seriously.

So anyway.

*giggles hysterically* I got across the lake. You'll never guess how. There was this guy with a boat.

Think about this. Guy. Boat. Big underground lake. Mist. Spookiness. Yup, that's right, it was the Phantom of the Opera.

He's really a lot sweeter than you'd think, in his own arrogant, scary-ish way, either that or he's mellowed with age. He took me across the lake in his boat and showed me around his house. Yes, house, it's one of those things I predicted could exist with walls made of more of the pillar things. It was even harder to see than I'd thought. And he really does have the amazingest voice in the universe ^-^

It turns out back in 18whatever after Christine left him he sincerely attempted to die but found out through trial and error that he was immortal. After a long period of depression and with the help of a psychiatrist, he came to accept this and went around looking for a new nice underground place to live, since his old one under the Opera House brought back far too many unpleasant memories.

After learning English, he eventually settled on a vast cave system in the uninhabited hills of Ireland, where he would be sufficiently alone. He hired a house-elf to get him food every month or so and whatever else he needed. He also got an Internet connection. He likes to go on AIM every once in a while and scare people. He also goes to message boards, I believe this is one of them - which explains the Phantom of the Message Board phenomenon.

When we decided to build the Secret Adobe terrifyingly close to his home he was unpleasently surprised, but he found a way to make the situation work to his advantage. He sent his house-elf to work with the other house-elves here. It does all the work we want it to, is indistinguishable from the other house-elves, and steals stuff every once in a while and brings it down here.

He wasn't responsible for the destruction of the old room and the relocation of the Idea Generator, although it was rather convenient for the house-elf. He wouldn't tell me who was. He got very vague about the whole thing.

I think he took pity on me cause I've been in a yucky damp underground place for four days, he let me take a shower and gave me a change of clothes. He has a spare room with loads of wonderful princessey dresses (I'm *not* going to ask why) but most of them were very unsuitable for adventuring in. I eventually picked a short skirt, blouse, and a gray sweater.

So now I'm out on the road or lack thereof again, albiet cleaner, classier looking, and better informed. And on the other side of the lake. I bet I'm gonna find the Idea Generator any day now.

With a scepter and a sword,