Chapter Five
Bunnies, yellow bunnies, bunnies with one blue eye, bunnies with one brown eye, bunnies with… Wait a minute, the bunnies have spiky blonde hair and mismatched eyes, she didn't need them to start singing Magic Dance to figure out who they were supposed to be, of course, they did anyway. Sarah jolted awake and knocked Ginny to the floor. She sat up and grinned.
"Good Morning!"
Sarah looked at the suspiciously cheerful witch.
"Weren't you depressed yesterday, Ginny?" She wondered if she'd hallucinated yesterday's conversation, after all Jareth had been was almost rational so she supposed it was possible.
"I was indeed!" Scratch the hallucination theory.
"What changed?" Ginny looked around at the sleeping girls in her dormitory and beckoned her closer.
"You must keep this a secret." She sat on the bed and drew the hangings.
"Right. Des and I were arguing and he left my mind. He hasn't done that for six years so I sort of felt lonely, so I followed him in my mind. I overheard him invite His Nibs to go to his… Castle thingy, this evening! It's going to be hilarious and I might learn something!"
"Learning? But we're at a school Ginny, that's not allowed!" Sarah whispered sarcastically. "Anyway, I want to hear too!"
"Well, let's see if you can spy on His Majesty. All you have to do is- pretend your mind is a hand and reach for Jareth, the voice you hear sometimes."
"What if he knows I'm there?"
"Keep it vague, unless he's concentrating I don't see why he would. The only reason I noticed was because I was so used to having Des with me. It makes the vibrations different."
"Huh?" Sarah was looking rather blank.
"Just try what I told you, think of him as like, a smell."
"A smell. Well here goes nothing."
What a bunch of idiots. They spell like my goblins, who knew the different types of 'there' were so hard? And spelling weird 'weird' is just disgraceful. Why the hell did I let Albus talk me into this? Right, Sarah, just have to bear that in mind when dealing with the miserable cretins. After all, I may not have power over her but at least the laws of physics do. In this instance it's a shame they're not more prevalent underground. At least I'd be on home ground.
"I hear him! I see what you mean as well! He's like peppermint." Bouncing up and down.
"Fantastic! That was fast. Mind you, you did spend some time in the Underground recently, maybe that's- lovely weather we're having!"
"What?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Well it's quite- warm for this type of year, yes? But perhaps I shouldn't comment it might be unlucky and then we'd get loads of rain that would quite spoil any meetings we might have." Ginny tilted her head.
"Oh! Oh yes, yes, I quite agree! I'll just be here reading a book until everyone wakes up and you have to get ready for class"
What, Des?
Can I no longer have a discussion with you? I must say Ginny, that conversation was quite… pointed. Keeping secrets are we? Honestly, I thought I taught you better about lying.
Indeed you did Des, I am now quite proficient.
Evidently not.
I don't know what you mean, I am quite sure that my talk with Sarah was very advantageous; to myself and Sarah of course, I am becoming very fond of her.
Sarah? That's Jareth's human lover right?
She doesn't talk to him Des, she's not Jareth's anythingunless you count sexual fantasy, in which case she's his one and only.
Really? Well, we'll see.
Does he love her? It seems so but I want to make sure, after all he's your half-brother. We can't trust anything he says.
You wound me Angel. How am I supposed to know the inner workings of his mind? Speaking of trust, you haven't asked any questions of me, you're usually so curious, shy?
As if. I'll find out without asking you! How do I know if you're lying or not?
I wouldn't lie to you Angel. How will you find out then, dearest? Who would know but me? If you think to ask Jareth, the man is so besotted he doesn't notice if goblins attempt at candyfloss started running around the throne room, juggling flaming torches and performing a passable rendition of Swan Lake.
How… Vivid.
Traumatic experiences tend to imprint on one's memory.
Indeed. She replied thinking of Tom.
Stop thinking about him! Des's voice was a bit harsh.
Why?
I don't like it!
Awfully sorry your majesty.
Ah, it's time you acknowledged my title.
Shut up.
The other girls started to stir. Ginny tapped Sarah on the shoulder.
"Time to get ready."
And so commenced the scramble to the bathroom.
Ginny dragged Sarah down to the hall, neatly avoiding bewildered first years. She ducked behind a statue as Peeves passed and towed Sarah to an empty space on the Gryffindor table. A Seventh Year Ravenclaw looked over. She pulled Sarah's head down.
"Old boyfriend." She explained at her new friends enquiring look.
"Ahhh."
"Duck." A roll passed over their heads. After a while of strategic dodging, Professor McGonagall started handing out schedules, the two girls huddled over Ginny's.
"You coming to class?"
"Sure, what else would I do?"
"I reckon when brought you here Jareth thought you'd spend every second with him."
"Ginny, I'm sure he absolutely hates me, I beat him and he strikes me as the sore-loser type."
A bunch of Gerberas landed in front of her. Ginny looked at the card.
"Yep. He hates you."
"How the hell did he know my favourite flower?"
"You're missing the point." Ginny shook her head. "Never mind. Come on we have Potions first, that's always good for entertainment."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, Snape makes cruel remarks to other Gryffindors; some of them go so red they look like they're going to explode! It's hilarious!"
"It wouldn't be funny if it were you though."
"Well, I'd have the joy of coming up with polite put-downs so it would be a little fun."
"Point."
"Plus, I'm Snape's favourite Gryffindor, if there is such thing."
"He's head of Slytherin, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you certainly belong there; no wonder he likes you better than the others!"
"Mmmm. The only reason I'm in Gryffindor is my family. Which is a shame actually, I look good in green."
They started walking towards the dungeons and sat at the back together. The rest of the class filtered in after a few minutes and then, in strode Hogwart's favourite Potions Master/Spy: Professor Snape.
Dum, dum, dum! Sorry that wasn't as fast as usual. Anyhoo, I'm co-writing a little Twilight fic with Killer Teddybear, it's just scenes in Twilight that we just thought- It's impossible to be that nice. So we wrote a couple as we would have reacted. They're humour, by the way. Oh! And thanks to people who reviewed, although I'd appreciate some more! The next chapter won't be up for a while 'cause I'm going away for a while and there's no internet access *sniff* so bye for now.
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