Every single one of Trent's socks had been turned inside out.
He groaned as he looked in his drawer - things in his room were always tidy. ~ Jareth. ~ he grumbled.
*What?* Jareth asked.
~ How many times have I told you not to go through my drawers?! ~
*I don't know. Why?*
~ Oh for goodness sake Jareth! ~ Trent growled aloud. ~ I like to keep my belongings in some semblance of order! What you do with yours is your business, but there is no need to mess with my belongings because yours are a mess! ~
*I don't know what you are talking about...*
~ I wish you wouldn't play innocent brother, it is most frustrating! ~
*I will tell you what is most frustrating brother,* Jareth said *When you don' t tell me what you mean to tell me.*
Trent growled again and hit his head with the palm of his hand.
Jareth, assuming that he had won some sort of small victory, cut the connection.
"You're a pest, Jareth." Trent spoke aloud, trying to sort out his messed-up drawers.
In addition to his socks being turned inside out, they were scattered every which way, and certainly not in pairs.
With a loud sigh Trent gave up and sat down, grumbling to himself. He wished Jareth wouldn't be so infantile!
However, other then his sock drawer, nothing else seemed to be out of place.
Until he opened his desk drawer, where he kept all his paperwork. Inside this drawer Trent usually kept his papers neatly tied together in order so he knew where to get a particular piece. Unfortunately this was now not the case. All the papers had been untied and shuffled around. Trent slammed his hand on his desk. ~ JARETH! ~ His mental voice bellowed.
*OUCH!*
Trent growled. ~ What. Was. The. Reason. You. Went. Through. My PAPERWORK?! ~
*I didn't!*
~ Well then, oh all-knowing one, who did?! ~
*I don't know, but I certainly did NOT!*
~ You're supposed to be the king here! ~
*What does that have to do with anything?* Now Jareth was beginning to get annoyed.
~ You're supposed to keep an eye on what was happening in YOUR kingdom! ~
*Except that I am supposed to keep out of your room and study* Jareth pointed out.
~ Alright, I want you in my study NOW! ~ Trent commanded the sentence with all the psychic power he owned.
Jareth let out a bit of a yelp as he was hauled from whatever it was that he had been doing and appeared midair in Trent's study, where he was deposited rather unceremoniously on the ground in front of his brother.
"Right," Trent growled.
"You rang?" Jareth asked, looking rather put out at being summoned like that.
"Explain this, brother of mine." Trent groused.
"I wasn't paying attention and it allowed you to temporarily gain hold over me," Jareth answered.
"That is not what I meant brother, and you know that full well."
"The only other thing I can think of is that you are annoyed with me for not knowing what happens in your room..."
"Oh do get up off the floor Jareth, you're making the place look untidy," Trent ran his hands through his jet-black hair and looked despairingly in his drawer again. "So explain this," he said, pointing to the mess there.
Jareth stood up and looked into the drawer, "Interesting..."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Jareth! Do not continue to rile my already thin temper!"
"Trent." Jareth said, "Do you honestly think that I would take the time to do this to your socks?"
"Then who did?"
"I don't know, but it wasn't me."
Trent growled; that was not the answer he wanted to hear.
"Are you finished then?" Jareth asked.
"I suppose I have to be, won't I?" the Psy said bitterly.
Inwardly Jareth rolled his eyes, "Then I shall take my leave."
"Fine then." Trent sighed.
Jareth bowed and vanished.
Trent sat back down and looked dejectedly at his paperwork. It would take him hours to re-sort all this!
Suddenly a puff of wind blew through the room.
He looked up.
The wind swirled around the room, blowing Trent's papers in a paper-storm around the Psy.
"Cut that out RIGHT now!" He shouted, grabbing for the papers.
The wind did not oblige him.
Trent growled and created a counterwind that spun in the opposite direction, so some of the papers settled again.
The wind did not seem to mind this, and merrily blew Trent's hair around.
The Psy growled. "Cut that out!" ~ Jareth! ~
*What now?* Jareth sounded annoyed.
~ Something's creating a very testing wind in my room - any jokes about this and I will throw you into the Bog! Can you do anything about this? ~
Jareth appeared in Trent's room again and took in the scene.
Trent was a mess, as was his room.
With a bit of an amused look Jareth looked at the small windstorm and made a very slight gesture. The wind slowly died down until it was gone.
"Thank you" Trent grumbled, brushing his hair as flat as it would go.
Jareth nodded.
"What was that?"
"I don't know. It was easily dispelled though."
"For you, yes." Trent sighed.
"That's true," Jareth said, "It was of my brand of magic, not yours."
"Yeah... Tell me about it..!"
"I just did," Jareth teased lightly.
Trent sighed. "Infant..."
Jareth rolled his eyes and left.
The Psy sat down and started again to sort out his papers.
*You, my dear brother, take things too seriously,* Jareth said.
~ What? ~ Trent was preoccupied.
*Never mind*
~ Oh, alright then... ~ Trent sighed and pushed his papers aside with his foot.
Suddenly all of the candles in Trent's room (for I assume that there are candles) flicked on seemingly of their own desire.
He looked up. "Now pack that in right now." he ordered.
They took no notice of him and continued to burn brightly.
Trent sighed and swooshed his hand from the left to the right, extinguishing them. He looked back down at his papers.
This time nothing odd happened.
He nodded, relieved, and soon managed to sort his papers into their respective piles. But he couldn't seem to find the string to tie them up with...
It did not seem to be anywhere.
He groaned and looked around.
Nothing.
~ Jareth, have you seen my string? ~ It was a wild shot, but then, Jareth had his own sweet rules...
*Your what?*
~ My string... For tying things up with... ~
*No. Why would I take that?*
~ Just checking... Another strange occurrence... ~
There was a soft poof as a bundle of string appeared on Trent's desk. *Here.*
~ Thanks. ~
*No problem*
Trent started tying up his bundles.
Back in his own room, Jareth was doing whatever it was that he had been doing.
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
There was no answer, but another knock.
Jareth waved a hand and the door opened.
There was no one there. And there was a tap on the window.
He turned to the window, closing the door
There was no one at the window, but yet another knock on the door.
Jareth rolled his eyes and opened the door once again.
Once again there was no one there. And from somewhere inside Jareth's wardrobe there came a tiny whistling.
"What the?" he turned and opened the wardrobe
As he opened the door the noise stopped. There was nothing in the wardrobe, another knock at the door and one of his drawers opened, spitting it's contents out over the floor.
Jareth was getting very annoyed at this point.
The tiny whistle started again, in one of his socks.
"Oh for goodness sake," Jareth groaned.
The window opened and shut of it's own accord.
Jareth crossed his arms, annoyed.
A small wind ruffled his hair.
"Stop!" he ordered, summoning all of his magic to bring everything in his room to a complete standstill.
The window banged shut, and all was still.
Jareth moved over to his wardrobe and magically picked up all that had been spilled out.
Behind him, all the candles blew out.
"Don't even," Jareth muttered as a magical light sprang up around him.
There was a noise, as if something small had heaved an irritable sigh.
*Trent?*
~ Hmm? ~
*You do believe me in that I was not causing you problems before, correct?*
~ Yes? ~ The Psy sounded slightly bemused.
*Good.*
~ Why? ~
*Because then I would assume that you have not thought to take revenge...*
~ Not at all brother... Why, has something happened to you? ~
Jareth didn't answer for a moment. Then, *similar to your experiences...*
~ How strange... ~
*Indeed* Jareth dumped his things back in any sort of way that they would fit and then turned to go.
As he did so, the whole drawer erupted again.
Jareth growled
There was a high pitched giggled.
"Who's there?" he demanded.
There was no reply.
Jareth deposited the contents of the drawer on the floor of the wardrobe and closed the door tightly.
The candles on his wall guttered and lit brightly.
"Fine," Jareth said, addressing the candles.
They went out again.
"Go out or stay lit as it pleases you," Jareth said, "I am leaving."
There was a noise that sounded suspiciously like "hmph".
Jareth waved his hand and his door opened. He headed over towards it
But before he reached it, it slammed shut again.
Jareth rolled his eyes and attempted to open the door.
It wouldn't budge.
He was, by this time, getting very cross and for a few moments he struggled with the door.
There was no opening it, until suddenly it gave way, much too quickly, sending him flying backwards.
The annoyed Goblin King landed hard. He quickly righted himself and darted out the door before anything else could happen.
The door slammed loudly behind him.
Jareth growled softly.
The rug under his feet was suddenly and swiftly yanked from underneath him.
Once again Jareth landed hard on the ground.
The slightly dusty rug was deposited on top of him.
"Gah!" the offending rug was quite suddenly plastered against the wall.
It fell to the floor, inanimate as it always had been.
"Something," Jareth said aloud, "Is not right here."
There was no answer. Surely he had not expected one.
Jareth hadn't expected an answer, although at this point he wouldn't have been surprised if he had gotten one. He teleported to his throne room.
The throne room was suspiciously tidy.
As he looked around he couldn't help but thinking that something odd was going on here as well.
It was quiet, as well.
He sat down.
The throne made a loud, rude noise as he did so.
Jareth was not amused. He snapped a mental order to some of the goblins, ordering them to come to the throne room.
A few of them scuttled in, wondering what was wrong with his highness this time...
Jareth waited until they had all assembled.
They stood to order the best they could.
"Have any of you noticed anything... odd around here lately?"
They looked at each other dumbly, then one of them ventured. "Nah..."
"You are sure?"
They looked at each other again, and another one said; "Yeah."
He looked disappointed for a moment, "Very well then. You're dismissed."
It took them but a second to process the statement, then all of them bolted for the door.
He rolled his eyes.
Jareth sat in his throne room, thinking about this.