SPOILER!!: mavis-christine
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sweetpinkpixie 
It had been a rough school term for Mavis Trent and she had left Hogwarts feeling barely even half the girl who had started the term. Even calling herself a shell felt generous at times. The boulders of war that had been hurtled into her pond were still washing up harsh ripples on to the shore and for the longest time she had thrown stones back at the stupid water and only added to the ripples and waves. She had dropped her own boulder just after the winter holidays, something that had broken her bond with her brother seemingly beyond repair...and that too had been its own boulder. It was hard when very few people felt like they actually wanted to listen to you and let you feel your feelings. She had a very finite few who understood her and who she felt actually wanted to listen to her...and one of those people just so happened to be someone she was oh so accidentally going to run into today.
And today...the pond felt calm and without ripples. Even if it was only temporary and once the day ended and she returned home the heavy silence would bring it all back.
Dashing towards the food stands, Mavis looked around desperately for Noah...but a crowd of people just so happened to be blocking him from view at the entrance. So, she did the obvious thing and began to sing softly as she wove through people - Noah would always be able to find her that way!
"Angel of muuuuuusic hide no longer...come to me stranger...angeeeeeel..." Even after all these years (closer to only four years, but that was still the majority of his conscious life and so seemed, to him, to be an incredibly long time) nothing could get Noah's attention like even just a fragment of a line from his beloved Phantom. The days he didn't care about it didn't count, because those days he barely felt like Noah at all.
Not to mention, it was her voice too. With the line, sung in her voice, and all the time it had been since they'd seen each other, Noah honed in on it instantly. He straightened, and plunged through the crowd.
"I am your Angel of Music," he sang back in response. Marco Polo: The Musical. He had to do so a little more softly than he would have liked, given the still maybe mildly ravaged vocal cord situation, but it worked out okay. "Come to me: Angel of Musiiiiiiiiic..."
Wait, was that...? It was.
Barging between two much taller people in the crowd before they could obscure his view of her, Noah dashed forwards, heading for Mavis Trent.