I'm Sure That Wasn't My Fault
Part One – Yule Ball (crystals not included)
Disclaimer: Owns neither Harry Potter or the Labyrinth
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Halfway across the room, the various Champions were either eating or dancing. In the cases of some and their friends, both. In most cases, partners danced to slow music, one in another's arms and letting them lead, spinning in circles. Robes and dresses fluttered in the wind of their movements.
Leaning enigmatically against the wall nearby the staff table is a figure around whom people's attention wavered, their eyes sliding off and around him as he watched them from close by.
A figure with crossed arms and dressed in a sleek, golden-cream coloured dress rolled intelligent green eyes.
"Really, Jareth. I thought that you'd already tried fairy tail balls. They don't work, if you remember."
The watching figure laughed lightly, a single intricate eyebrow rising in challenge.
"My dear Sarah, I think you'll find that none of this was actually my doing. I was invited."
"Really. So who did you steal this time?"
"Do you trust me that little, even after all this time?" At the incredulous look sent his way, he continued. "No one. As I said, I was invited. This happens to be a school, you know."
"I know. I happen to work here, or will soon, anyway."
Another twitch of the expressive blond eyebrow.
"The headmaster," Jareth continued as if she hadn't said anything, "asked me for a favour. I thought that it would be fortuitous to see who it was that I might be dealing with when the time came."
Sarah followed his quick glance at an old man with a long beard and purple dress robes resting momentarily at his place not too far from them at the head of the staff table. Albus Dumbledore. The man smiled and raised his glass of pumpkin juice at them in toast.
With a sigh, she shook her head in bemusement, and was surprised when hands that were not her own found her waist and shoulder.
"Care for a dance, my lady?"
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him. A smile tugged at her mouth.
"Since you ask so nicely, I may."
He chuckled, and they joined the swirling masses of graceful (and sometimes not so graceful) dancers. Even though most could not see them, there did seem to be a strange sort of unknown magic in the air.
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AN: First of a twoshot. Imagined purely on the idea of 'What things do Harry Potter and Labyrinth have in common?'. The second chapter came first in my head, then I remembered this. Oh, and yes... those are references to the fourth book. I was thinking of events as they happened in the book while writing this. Um. Takes place at an indefinite time after Labyrinth.