The hallways of be manor had been so still and empty, so void of life as of late. Mag didn't like the echo of the silence that resounded from the pristine walls and decadent furniture that lined the corridors and rooms. The place was haunted, no doubt, but it was without its usual spectre of presence. Too much emptiness could drive a person mad. She had seen it before. So in effort to avoid that Mag filled the too long days with as much music as she could.
The rise of the sun prompted notes which carried her through the duration of the day and in to the evenings. It was not her place to chase her curiosity of what had become of the ghost, so she didn't. The diva stuck to what she knew, and she knew her place well enough.
When she wanted to go to the Opera House to practice, she had gone. When she grew tired of performing to empty seats and darkness she left. It had become almost a routine, though this was not her place to come back to in spite of any duty she might have settled before. She had her own apartment and the temptation to flee to it, to shirk tending to a girl and a manor that didn't need her had been tempting. But she had been unable to bring herself to that.
No, that felt like abandonment. It felt like a betrayal. So she tucked herself deep into the darkness of the manor and continued on as if nothing had changed.
Seven days had passed, and it was well in to the later part of the evening as she sat up in her room with the door open. Freshly showered and dressed in a gown meant for sleep, Mag sang to herself. Her face was still perfectly made up, lest she be seen without it by someone which was a thing she didn't want. Her pale fingers, lithe and free, moved a round paddled brush through the long, almost black curtain of hair. If she hit a snag, Mag worked patiently on it until it freed itself. Her eyes danced as she sang, a song in French about a butterfly, unknowing the master of this place had returned.
Soft, but proud her notes carried almost as if that butterfly itself lived in her song and was determined to flutter down beyond the dark staircase to the shadow lingering at the door.