"Finally!" Sirius cried, as they entered into the throne room. "Though we'd never get through that bloody maze."

"Where is old Tights, anyway? Thought he'd be here waiting for us," Sarah asked Snape, who was looking very bored indeed and more than a little ticked off.

"How many times must I say how much I deplore that nickname?" Jareth asked, as he appeared lounging on his throne. "So, come to get your potions master back? I can't figure out why you want him, what with this being the second time and all."

"Second time?" Harry asked. "You mean he's been wished away before?"

"Yes, by a gang of boys who called themselves…what was it? The Marauders," Jareth drawled, his eyes moving over to his son.

"I don't remember that…" Sirius said.

"Most people don't, when they go through," Jareth replied. "But that was one I could have done without. That's how that damned Bog came into being."

"Anyway," Hermione cut in. "Your Majesty, can't we just have our Potions Teacher back? We need to get back to school, I've already missed so much of class as it is!"

"Yeah Jareth, I mean, unless you want to keep him around…" Sarah trailed off.

Jareth's eyes went wide. "No, no, no NO! I mean…oh, just take him away, will you? This whole thing has done nothing but give me a bloody migraine."

And with a wave of his hand (Jareth had no desire for them to stay long enough to repeat those damned words) they were gone.

Leaving a tights-clad monarch who DOES stuff…

((Jareth: I do not stuff!

Emmy: Yeah yeah, and I'm Ziggy Stardust.

Jareth: Just get on with it, will you?

Danalas: That was last chapter, J))

Anyway, as I was saying, leaving a tights-clad monarch who DOES stuff, to his solitude. Except…what was that awful smell? Had someone dragged in bog mud?

Wait…he knew what that was…

And when he figured out which of them had put dungbombs under his throne, heads were going to roll.