31A/N: Most of these are 100-word drabbles. Enjoy!
Little Lotte I
It was Christine, he was certain of it! Even after this time he knew her face, her voice. Though her aria was not yet finished Raoul stood to applaud her, despite disapproving looks from the two older men sitting beside him. He searched his pockets frantically for a slip of paper, finally begging one from M. André, and jotted a quick note that he hoped would stir her memories of their time together on the seashore. Handing it off to a mysterious woman in black for delivery, Raoul sat back and smiled at the thought of finding Little Lotte once more.