Mrs gold came out of her office. "Oh Professor Godfell, I see you've met our most devoted Library Aide." She gave me a look and pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder, "I hope Ms. Williams hasn't been giving you any trouble."
"Of course not, Mrs. Gold. In fact we were engaging in a merry war of sorts. I take it she likes quotes." He said smiling brilliantly at Mrs. Gold. His voice was so like fae's, but his body reminded me of someone else entirely. Someone I'd rather not think about. Just the suggestion of the King in the way he stood, the way he smiled, in his eyes.
"Are you quite alright Sarah?" Mrs. Gold asked startling me out of my thoughts.
"I just have a headache is all." I told her rubbing my forehead, and it was true the nightmares plus this new Professor/Librarian was too much for me to handle this morning.
"Go lie down Sarah, honestly you're white as a sheet." She looked at Godfell "I'll show him how to order the books. Go, I'll wake you within the hour." She pushed me into the office. I laid down on the old overstuffed couch and slept.
He watched her go with a broad smile on his face, 'Too easy.' He thought to himself, plots taking shape in his mind. 'There is no way you can lose this time. Not with such a reaction, no way you can lose.' It was better than he'd hoped.
The archways were floating and shadows surrounded her. He was nowhere in sight but she could hear his voice, "I ask for so little. Love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave."
"NO!" She yelled into the maze of arches and stairs. "I told you once before Jareth, you have no power over me!"
"Don't I just?" He laughed and it echoed around her like a great hollow bell, " We'll just have to remedy that won't we my peach?" And she was falling again, the world falling down all around her.
I startled awake breathing hard, Mrs. gold had a hand on my shoulder as if she had been shaking me awake. "I don't feel so well Sarah. Would you be a dear and go help the professor finish up so I can sit down a bit?" She asked. I told her I would and let her take my place on the couch.
The two of them had gotten as far as the S shelves in the hour that I'd been out.
"How now spirit? " He said as he spotted me, A Midsummer Night's Dream open in his hand. "Wither wander you?"
"Over hill over dale. Thorough bush thorough brier, over park over pale," I stretched and yawned, "Through flood through fire. I do wander everywhere"
He smiled at me "Seems you have it memorized." I looked at him, wide awake eyes glittering with joy at doing what I loved.
"All that and more. I'm a theatre major. I also love quotes and that," I said snatching for the book, " is one of his most quotable works."
He snapped the book closed, and flashed me a smile. "Seems we'll be working rather closely this semester then Miss Willems."
I looked up at him, "What do you mean, sir?" I asked.
"Are you going to be in the theatre production this semester?"
"yes,"
He shuffled his feet and his smile turned sly, "Well, I'm co-directing it,"
"Of course you are, I won't have a free moment from you this semester will I?"
"I don't think so, Miss Willems."
We finished the books in relative silence from that point on, and I didn't say another word to him until my lunch break started.
"Goodbye professor," I said stiffly as I exited the library.