Twitchy and Twitchier
"Wha'n the friggit are you doin' in my room!"
"What are your intentions?"
"Wha-"
"Foolish mortal, you will stay way from the King or face the-"
"That vein at the corner of your eye looks like it's gonna burst."
"Youuuuu! You!" Sarah watched as the elf snarled and sputtered in his rage. He wasn't even looking at her anymore just glaring at everything in her room like he was blowing it all to smithereens with his brain. He was still stuck on "you."
"It's okay, deep breaths and you'll get pasted the stutter."
"YOU! You will stay away from the King! You are weak. You are undeserving. You are shallow-"
Sarah stared down at her hand like it didn't belong to her. Some of the skin had broken where parts of her fist had met his teeth. Distantly, she made a mental note to remember that elven noses seemed to be made of glass or at least they broke as if they were. She doubted if there would even be much bruising to her hand later. Sarah turned to the large mirror on her studio wall and called for Hoggle.
By the time Hoggle had answered, Sarah had grabbed the unconscious elf under the armpits and had dragged him to her mirror. Sarah vaguely saw the surprise on Hoggle's face as she tossed the elf through said mirror, sighing a little when she notice only half the elf would make it though. She flinched as the back of his head gave a loud "thunk" against Hoggle's floor. Hoggle having not bothered to try and catch him. Jareth was going to be pissed as pissed if she'd given the elf retainer any brain damage. Hoggle startled her when he started laughing.
"He's gonna be sacked! E'll lose his land 'n his title ta' boot!" Hoggle was still chuckling as he helped Sarah get the rest of the elf to Hoggle's side of the mirror. Hoggle gave her an uncharacteristically, cheery wave as he said good bye and promised to get the elf to a healer. Sarah scratched at the back of her head rather befuddled, then shrugged it off and settled down to a night of homework with extra peach cobbler for dinner.