"Good evening, Professor Yu." The cultured, English voice cut into Sarah's
revere with the feeling identical to a rubber band snapping across your
skin.
Jareth looked around the room. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, so the room was strangely tinted, but some things were necessary. Most mortals did not have one eye that was brown and another that was blue. He didn't much care for his current hairstyle. He had worn his hair wild for so long that it had been rather painful to pull it back into a ponytail, loose or not. Jareth had spotted Sarah the second he had stepped into the room. He was glad of the dark sunglasses because he couldn't help staring openly at her. Where had she gotten that outfit? Jareth had never seen her dressed in anything more revealing than a pair of jeans and a blouse before, and his eyes roamed approvingly over her form. Her hair glistened like spun jewels in the sunlight, and her small, delicate, white hands looked as smooth as the suede that made up the jacket. A warm feeling spread through Jareth's body and his hands twitched forward as if to stroke her hair. what? Where had THAT come from? This was SARAH, for Oberon's sake! His. Jareth's eyes took in how short the skirt was over the leggings and he momentarily lost his train of thought. E-nemy! Yes, enemy. That's right. He was having trouble formulating thoughts now as his eyes took in the set of her shoulders and the curve of her slender waist, "Sarah. Bad Girl. Destroyed my. Labyrinth. yes. Um, Sarah." Jareth tore his eyes away before he, well, did something. he wasn't sure what he had been about to do, but it seemed to have something to do with running over to her and pulling her into his arms and. but that couldn't be! He was The King of the Goblins, and he was here to Teach Her A Lesson. Yes. Focus, Jareth, focus. Right.
"Class," Professor Yu was saying as this interesting monologue was going on inside of Jareth, "as you all probably heard, we have a new student. May I introduce Mr.-?"
"Goodfellow. Robin Goodfellow. At your service, sir." Jareth made an elegant bow while sending up a prayer that Puck wasn't listening in. It was the first name that had come to mind, but Puck had a certain something against people who pretended to be him. Oh well, what would come would come and he had already done it, so why worry?
"Goodfellow? As in the Puck? Good heavens! Fancy meeting someone with that name! This is truly intriguing! I'm certain that I would have noticed if someone, even a British Ambassador, had that name."
"Oh, I'm a cousin, sir. Rather distant. My family wanted me to get some American schooling to sort of round out my education and so they sent me to the Ambassador. Though personally," Jareth leaned toward Professor Yu in a conspiratorial manner, "I believe that my dear parents couldn't stand my dashing good looks out doing them at every banquet and dignitary meeting." Jareth winked at Anne, who promptly blushed scarlet and giggled like a little girl. Jareth's mouth broke out into its customary predatory grin and Anne, seeing it, melted into her seat with a sign of longing. She elbowed Sarah. "Wake up, you! Turn around and check out this guy! What a specimen! A true tribute to male hotness."
Sarah wasn't listening to Anne, which didn't matter, as Anne was too busy staring at Jareth to notice Sarah's lack of reply. Sarah's mind was focused almost solely on the intricate pattern made by a spider's web in the corner of the window. She concentrated as hard as she could, cutting out all that was going on around her. Especially anything that had to do with English accents. Her traitorous ears, however, seemed to have no such compunctions, and she couldn't help catching the tail end of the conversation between Yu and Jareth. She mentally ground her teeth at Jareth's quip about his own good looks. "That arrogant.!" she seethed inwardly, "What a stuck-up prick!" Realizing how futile it was to completely ignore what was going around her, Sarah slowly turned her attention away from the window and swallowed the bitter ranting in her mind. Her eyes should have immediately flown to the fine-boned features of a certain fae, but through sheer force of will she managed to stop them at a spot on the white board, behind and slightly to the left of Jare- er, I mean, Robin Goodfellow. Jareth, seeing Sarah's face turned in his direction, sent a slow wink to her. Sarah, fixated solely on his left eye-brow now (the whiteboard being a little to barren for Sarah's traitorous eyes to remained interested in for long), didn't catch the wink, but Anne did.
"Oh stars, Sarah! He SOOOOOO freakin' winked at me!" Anne exclaimed to the totally zoned out Sarah. "I think I'm in love." she crooned under her breath before sliding down in her seat, dreamy eyes locked steadfastly on Jareth. Jareth noticed the glazed expression on Sarah's face, and, slightly miffed, sent a small kiss in Anne's general direction. (yeah, as if he missed the dramatics she was throwing around.) Hey, he figured, at least someone was appreciating him. Anne caught the kiss and then weakly collapsed further into her seat, clutching her wildly beating heart. Professor Yu was rather at a loss at this time. Here was an interesting, not to mention foreign, young man thrust upon him without so much as a by- your-leave and it was suddenly his duty to not only place this young man in a class, but to make sure his stay was an enjoyable one, as surely he would be reporting back to the Ambassador. Yu searched around for an escape and found it in Sarah's blank gaze. "Ah yes. well, since you will be taking classes here," Yu addressed Jareth in a befuddled tone, "I guess I might as well find you a guide from this class to show you around." Yu glanced around the room for volunteers. Anne's hand immediately shot up into the air, quickly followed by the rest of her body, but Yu's gaze fastened on Sarah. "Sarah-girl, why don't you show Mr. Goodfellow around for a while. I'm sure that you will make his stay most enjoyable." That being said, Yu shook hands with Jareth and waved him to an empty seat at the right side of the front of the classroom.
Sarah eyes were still following Jareth's left eyebrow at this time, and it wasn't until a split-second after Yu's announcement that her ears registered what they had heard. "B-but. I can't!" She blurted out loudly, as Jareth eased his long form into the desk. Yu cocked an eyebrow at her and said, "Why not, Sarah?" "Because. uh, I've got a book report to do and I'm barely started!!" "Well," Yu said, "I'm sure that you will have plenty of time, Robin looks like a quick study. Anyway, you would be my first choice for a guide around the library, so you can show him around there while you work on your paper." Professor Yu's tone said that his decision was everything but negotiable. Shock and horror both worked to keep Sarah in her seat and staring at Yu as he pronounced what she believed to be her death sentence.
A door slammed in the distance and the peaceful thrumming of the rain was interrupted by a shrill voice.
"And this, Robin, is what is called a hallway. H-a-l-l-w-a-y. Please notice the extremely hall-like walls that completely line this hallway. In fact, the absolute lack of anything that could be called a room is what defines a hallway." At this point, paint started peeling off the tiles on the walls from the sheer acidity of Sarah's words.
Sarah was striding (there is no other word for her purposeful tread) down the main hallway of the science and math building with a more than slightly amused Jareth languidly walking a few feet behind her. His long legs made it possible for him to keep up with Sarah's quick pace without even the appearance of effort.
Sarah had unwillingly towed him from her History class, Chemistry lab, and then her Algebra class. She kept up a running commentary about the age of the buildings, the type of decorations, and the possibility of new buildings and sections being started that made her sound like an extremely flurried tour guide. She had done this so that she wouldn't have to listen to any comments Jareth might make and also so she kept ahead of the wave of stress-induced insanity that threatened to overwhelm her. If only by a margin.
Sarah had, by this time, run out of good material to rattle on about, and so was searching for an escape from her constant companion. She found it in the sign on the door ahead of her on the left.
"And if you will excuse me, I will be back in a moment. Please place all trash in the nearby receptacle and feel free to, at any time, disappear back to where you came from!!" With that, she ducked inside the women's restroom and breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her. She had just finished checking the stalls to see which one was cleanest when a cultured English voice cut into the peaceful silence of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?"
Jareth looked around the room. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes, so the room was strangely tinted, but some things were necessary. Most mortals did not have one eye that was brown and another that was blue. He didn't much care for his current hairstyle. He had worn his hair wild for so long that it had been rather painful to pull it back into a ponytail, loose or not. Jareth had spotted Sarah the second he had stepped into the room. He was glad of the dark sunglasses because he couldn't help staring openly at her. Where had she gotten that outfit? Jareth had never seen her dressed in anything more revealing than a pair of jeans and a blouse before, and his eyes roamed approvingly over her form. Her hair glistened like spun jewels in the sunlight, and her small, delicate, white hands looked as smooth as the suede that made up the jacket. A warm feeling spread through Jareth's body and his hands twitched forward as if to stroke her hair. what? Where had THAT come from? This was SARAH, for Oberon's sake! His. Jareth's eyes took in how short the skirt was over the leggings and he momentarily lost his train of thought. E-nemy! Yes, enemy. That's right. He was having trouble formulating thoughts now as his eyes took in the set of her shoulders and the curve of her slender waist, "Sarah. Bad Girl. Destroyed my. Labyrinth. yes. Um, Sarah." Jareth tore his eyes away before he, well, did something. he wasn't sure what he had been about to do, but it seemed to have something to do with running over to her and pulling her into his arms and. but that couldn't be! He was The King of the Goblins, and he was here to Teach Her A Lesson. Yes. Focus, Jareth, focus. Right.
"Class," Professor Yu was saying as this interesting monologue was going on inside of Jareth, "as you all probably heard, we have a new student. May I introduce Mr.-?"
"Goodfellow. Robin Goodfellow. At your service, sir." Jareth made an elegant bow while sending up a prayer that Puck wasn't listening in. It was the first name that had come to mind, but Puck had a certain something against people who pretended to be him. Oh well, what would come would come and he had already done it, so why worry?
"Goodfellow? As in the Puck? Good heavens! Fancy meeting someone with that name! This is truly intriguing! I'm certain that I would have noticed if someone, even a British Ambassador, had that name."
"Oh, I'm a cousin, sir. Rather distant. My family wanted me to get some American schooling to sort of round out my education and so they sent me to the Ambassador. Though personally," Jareth leaned toward Professor Yu in a conspiratorial manner, "I believe that my dear parents couldn't stand my dashing good looks out doing them at every banquet and dignitary meeting." Jareth winked at Anne, who promptly blushed scarlet and giggled like a little girl. Jareth's mouth broke out into its customary predatory grin and Anne, seeing it, melted into her seat with a sign of longing. She elbowed Sarah. "Wake up, you! Turn around and check out this guy! What a specimen! A true tribute to male hotness."
Sarah wasn't listening to Anne, which didn't matter, as Anne was too busy staring at Jareth to notice Sarah's lack of reply. Sarah's mind was focused almost solely on the intricate pattern made by a spider's web in the corner of the window. She concentrated as hard as she could, cutting out all that was going on around her. Especially anything that had to do with English accents. Her traitorous ears, however, seemed to have no such compunctions, and she couldn't help catching the tail end of the conversation between Yu and Jareth. She mentally ground her teeth at Jareth's quip about his own good looks. "That arrogant.!" she seethed inwardly, "What a stuck-up prick!" Realizing how futile it was to completely ignore what was going around her, Sarah slowly turned her attention away from the window and swallowed the bitter ranting in her mind. Her eyes should have immediately flown to the fine-boned features of a certain fae, but through sheer force of will she managed to stop them at a spot on the white board, behind and slightly to the left of Jare- er, I mean, Robin Goodfellow. Jareth, seeing Sarah's face turned in his direction, sent a slow wink to her. Sarah, fixated solely on his left eye-brow now (the whiteboard being a little to barren for Sarah's traitorous eyes to remained interested in for long), didn't catch the wink, but Anne did.
"Oh stars, Sarah! He SOOOOOO freakin' winked at me!" Anne exclaimed to the totally zoned out Sarah. "I think I'm in love." she crooned under her breath before sliding down in her seat, dreamy eyes locked steadfastly on Jareth. Jareth noticed the glazed expression on Sarah's face, and, slightly miffed, sent a small kiss in Anne's general direction. (yeah, as if he missed the dramatics she was throwing around.) Hey, he figured, at least someone was appreciating him. Anne caught the kiss and then weakly collapsed further into her seat, clutching her wildly beating heart. Professor Yu was rather at a loss at this time. Here was an interesting, not to mention foreign, young man thrust upon him without so much as a by- your-leave and it was suddenly his duty to not only place this young man in a class, but to make sure his stay was an enjoyable one, as surely he would be reporting back to the Ambassador. Yu searched around for an escape and found it in Sarah's blank gaze. "Ah yes. well, since you will be taking classes here," Yu addressed Jareth in a befuddled tone, "I guess I might as well find you a guide from this class to show you around." Yu glanced around the room for volunteers. Anne's hand immediately shot up into the air, quickly followed by the rest of her body, but Yu's gaze fastened on Sarah. "Sarah-girl, why don't you show Mr. Goodfellow around for a while. I'm sure that you will make his stay most enjoyable." That being said, Yu shook hands with Jareth and waved him to an empty seat at the right side of the front of the classroom.
Sarah eyes were still following Jareth's left eyebrow at this time, and it wasn't until a split-second after Yu's announcement that her ears registered what they had heard. "B-but. I can't!" She blurted out loudly, as Jareth eased his long form into the desk. Yu cocked an eyebrow at her and said, "Why not, Sarah?" "Because. uh, I've got a book report to do and I'm barely started!!" "Well," Yu said, "I'm sure that you will have plenty of time, Robin looks like a quick study. Anyway, you would be my first choice for a guide around the library, so you can show him around there while you work on your paper." Professor Yu's tone said that his decision was everything but negotiable. Shock and horror both worked to keep Sarah in her seat and staring at Yu as he pronounced what she believed to be her death sentence.
A door slammed in the distance and the peaceful thrumming of the rain was interrupted by a shrill voice.
"And this, Robin, is what is called a hallway. H-a-l-l-w-a-y. Please notice the extremely hall-like walls that completely line this hallway. In fact, the absolute lack of anything that could be called a room is what defines a hallway." At this point, paint started peeling off the tiles on the walls from the sheer acidity of Sarah's words.
Sarah was striding (there is no other word for her purposeful tread) down the main hallway of the science and math building with a more than slightly amused Jareth languidly walking a few feet behind her. His long legs made it possible for him to keep up with Sarah's quick pace without even the appearance of effort.
Sarah had unwillingly towed him from her History class, Chemistry lab, and then her Algebra class. She kept up a running commentary about the age of the buildings, the type of decorations, and the possibility of new buildings and sections being started that made her sound like an extremely flurried tour guide. She had done this so that she wouldn't have to listen to any comments Jareth might make and also so she kept ahead of the wave of stress-induced insanity that threatened to overwhelm her. If only by a margin.
Sarah had, by this time, run out of good material to rattle on about, and so was searching for an escape from her constant companion. She found it in the sign on the door ahead of her on the left.
"And if you will excuse me, I will be back in a moment. Please place all trash in the nearby receptacle and feel free to, at any time, disappear back to where you came from!!" With that, she ducked inside the women's restroom and breathed a sigh of relief as the door shut behind her. She had just finished checking the stalls to see which one was cleanest when a cultured English voice cut into the peaceful silence of the bathroom.
"What are you doing?"