Jareth was not happy. He didn't know how the old man had done it, but somehow, Albus Dumbledore had convinced him to take over teaching potions while Severus was stuck in the labyrinth. He had just had the 7th year Gryffindors and Slytherins, and the Weasley twins had not made his job easy. It didn't help matters, either, that he hadn't much clue about potions, so he was stumbling through, at best.
Eleven AM Aboveground time. Eleven hours had passed since he'd taken Severus and had sent Sarah, Sirius, and the others through the labyrinth. And now, in came the 5th year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Apparently, they were to work on the polyjuice potion today, not that Jareth had any clue what the polyjuice potion was.
"Good morning," he said. "My name is Jareth, and I am the Goblin King." "More like the Drag Queen," Draco whispered, earning sniggering from the Slytherins. Jareth shot them a glare. "Be glad that, as I'm only substituting, and I'm not really a staff member, I'm not allowed to take house points, or else Slytherin would be in the negative for that remark," he growled.
"Now, as I was saying," he said, returning to his address of the rest of the class, "I am the Goblin King. You're probably wondering where your potions master is, and I will tell you. He is currently sitting in the castle beyond the Goblin City, having been wished away by one of your classmates. In approximately two hours, if they have failed in navigating their way through the labyrinth and to my castle, Severus Snape will become one of us forever. I'm praying as much as you do that they succeed."
It was then that the doors to the class room burst open, and in stepped a short redheaded woman in jeans and an emerald green sweater, and Jareth did NOT look happy to see her. "Emerald…what ARE you doing here?" he asked. "Albus asked me to come in and help out," she said. "He said you hadn't had much success with the 7th years. In other words, we're both shocked nothing has blown up yet."
Jareth looked up at the class again. "Class, this cheeky little redhead is Emerald, the Lady Destiny." "THE Destiny?" Neville asked. "The one in charge of making sure everyone from every dimension's destiny goes correctly?" "Yup," Emmy said, grinning. "And just try getting THAT on a business card."
"We were just getting ready to begin work on the polyjuice potion," Jareth said. Emmy raised an eyebrow. "Do you even know what the polyjuice potion is, your Glitterness?" "Not really…" Jareth admitted. "It changes the appearance of one person into that of another, and takes weeks to brew," Emmy said. "Since it's just for the day, why don't we do one that just takes about an hour? I know another glamourie potion that would work."
Jareth blinked. Leave it to Emerald to know a glamourie potion. He was quite sure that was how she had retained her shape after three children. He watched with a smirk as Emmy continued. "The ingredients for the glamour potion are...let's see...the blossoms of a narcissus, feathers and blood of a peacock, a cat's whisker, and powdered root of Venusblossom, an Underground flower as I'm sure you know. Also, a pint of rosewater, to pull it all together."
"We can't make that potion. Most of us have never even heard of Venusblossom, and it's not sold in any potions shop I know of," Draco said, a haughty look on his face. "I'm not quite sure you know what you're talking about. Lady Destiny…everybody knows Destiny isn't real."
Emmy leaned over the desk towards him. "And you became an omniscient force in the universe when exactly, little boy? There are things you don't understand, and the sooner you realize it, the better it'll be Draco Malfoy." Draco looked startled. "H-how did you know my name?" he asked, glaring at the Gryffindors as they laughed. "I'm Destiny," Emmy replied. "Between Fate, Chaos, and myself, I know quite a bit."
"I thought Fate and Destiny were the same?" This was from Dean Thomas. Emmy looked over at the Gryffindor side of the room. "Actually, we're twins," she said. "Fate is what is meant to be. Destiny in what makes it meant to be. In other words, I do all the work while my Twin gets to sit on her arse and screw with people's lives."
"I really think we should get on with the potion," Jareth said, having written the ingredients on the board. "Of course, that's if you happen to have enough Venusblossom with you for the entire class?" Emmy snorted. "Idol of idiot worshipers! Of COURSE I do!" she said, pulling some out of thin air.
"My worshipers are not idiots," Jareth said indignantly, then realized what Emmy had just said. "And neither am I." Emmy snickered. "Now go sit down somewhere and be a good boy, J. Maybe you'll even learn something for once, if the knowledge can get past that glorified mullet hair-do of yours."