I'm not sure how many know that giving certain color roses has symbolic meanings. I suggest you take a look at: http/ It's very interesting.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Prof Fiaich is my own creation. Reviews are welcomed, flames aren't.
Chapter 16: Raindrops on Roses
Hoggle nervously entered the throne room. "Your majesty."
"Come now, Hogwart. You know I'm not to be disturbed."
Holding out the envelope, Hoggle nervously said, "It's Hoggle and its from Sarah."
Jareth snatched the envelope as Hoggle made a hasty retreat to enjoy his new treasure.
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Sarah sighed. Today hadn't been a good day. First she over slept and missed her first class. Then Professor Fiaich had her redo her database on all her students. Someone spilled ketchup down her favorite top and she had to go change, thus being late for her afternoon class. Now it was dinner and Becka was after her to check out the latest heart throb and all she wanted was peace and quiet. She had a ten page report due and she was only half way done.
Leaning on the inside of her dorm door, Sarah prayed that Bloody Mary would be quiet tonight. She didn't think she could take much more today. The it hit her. Someone or something had been in her room.
Looking around, she saw it. A small black book with a deep pink rose resting on top of it. Sarah smiled as she picked up the rose and placed it on her lips. It's scent reminded her of the rose maze of the Labyrinth. It was freshly pick as the dew was still on the petals.
After she had put the rose in water, she picked up the book. A small card fell out of it. 'Thank you, My Love. Unfortunately, I can't come Above at this time. Accept this in my stead. --J.' was all it said. Leafing through the book, she smiled. It was a hand written book of poetry. The same hand writing as was on the card.
Sarah blinked as she sat on her bed, curling her legs under her. He had given her a very personal gift this time. These were the songs he sang. She found the one that haunted her dreams for the past three years.
Tears started to slide down her cheeks. She couldn't accept this, could she? After all, she gave him her journal and the essay both were very personal items.
"Thank you Jareth for making my day," she whispered softly, wondering if he was spying on her.
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"Sarah!" Becka's voice rang out.
Sarah let out a mental groan as she tried to find a quiet spot in the cafeteria. She so didn't want to deal with Becka today. She had a quiz she needed to study for and a paper to finish. 'Why is it when I'm having a bad day, Becka decides to cheer me up?'
Becka slammed down her book bag on the table as she dug out a neon orange flyer. "Sarah! What do you think?"
"Think what?" Sarah asked as she took the flyer. It read: Harvest Ball. Hallowe'en Night at the Quad. Prizes for best costumes. Tickets on sale at the bookstore and cafeteria."
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"You think you can get your Bowie clone to take you or should I find you a date?"
Sarah rolled her eyes as she tried to eat her lunch. "Look Becka, for the last time. Leave Jareth alone. He's been pretty lenient so far. You keep knocking him, he'll do something. Leave him alone!"
Becka snorted. "Alright. Alright. But is Mr. Feather Hair still around?"
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To say Sarah was in a quandary would be putting it mildly. Becka was right. She was turning into a nun. It was the beginning of October and Jareth still hadn't shown up. He did however leave little tokens from time to time for her to find. Her vase of roses was filling up nicely. The funny thing about them was they never seemed to fade or lack water. They remained fresh and dewy from the first to the last. He wasn't just leaving pink roses either. She had a few yellow with red tips and a couple of orange ones. She was sure there was hidden meaning to them, but she couldn't figure it out. Jareth never did anything that didn't have some catch to it. After all, the Fae were infamous for their subtle duo meanings.
She smiled as she touched the petals of the latest one which was the lightest shade of pink. Her thoughts turned to what Cory had told her. He said the problem that was keeping Jareth Underground had finally resolved itself but it had left Jareth exhausted and frustrated. Cory went on to say that his cousin wanted to see her but since he was under heavy observation by the High Court at the moment, he couldn't and wouldn't put her in danger. She would be perceive as being his weakness.
'It doesn't help that I keep dreaming of him and his hands,' Sarah mused as she picked up the neon orange flyer she had been studying. 'Should I or Shouldn't I?'
Quickly she took out an envelope and folded the flyer. She smiled as she touched her mirror, "Hoggle. I need you."
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Professor Fiaich watched her young student secretary finish up the project she had set for her. "Sarah. How are you doing?"
"Just fine Professor. I should have this done and ready to print in an hour."
"Excellent. How are you coming with your studies?"
Sarah shrugged but didn't take her eyes off the computer screen. "They are coming."
Raising an eyebrow, the professor didn't say anything. The frustration was radiating off the girl in waves. Maybe it was time to interfere. Then again. Maybe not.
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Sarah walked into her dorm room, exhausted. The day had been another killer, two quizzes, finishing the professor's pet project and dodging Becka. 'Honestly, doesn't the girl know the meaning of 'leave me alone?''
Moving to her desk, she noticed that Jareth had replied to her note. Laying under the orange rose were two tickets to the Harvest Ball and a note.
'Sarah, I would love to take you to the Ball. I will chose the costumes. -J'
Sarah smiled as she held the rose to her lips and took a deep breathe. The perfume emitted from the rose was intoxicating. It smelt of sunshine and magic.
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Dear Jareth,
Do you know the meaning of roses? What am I saying! Of course you would. Subtlety is your middle name. Me? I had to look it up.
According the references online: light pink -- admiration and sympathy; yellow -- joy and gladness; orange -- enthusiasm and desire; red and yellow -- gaiety and joviality; and lastly yellow -- sociability and friendship.
As I stare at the vase of mostly pink and orange roses, I wonder what the colors black and purple mean? I saw so many in the Labyrinth. I also wonder why you haven't given me any red ones. In your notes, you call me My Love or My Pet. Why do I get the feeling you are sending me mixed signals?
Anyways, I can't wait for the Ball. I miss you.
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Thanks for the reviews. Again, sorry for not updating. Now that my life isn't so hectic, I should be able to more often.
Until next time. --GF