It was a rather dusty room, all things considering. Probably lets it build up for those in detention, he thought, running a finger across a shelf sporting Quidditch trophies. There were a few names he recognized, mostly from the ridiculous parties his uncle used to make him attend. Was there any real point to any of this? he wondered. How many of these people listed actually remembered that they blocked the most quaffles or had more Outstanding O.W.L.s than those from years prior? It seemed so...ostentatious.
He moved farther into the room, taking care not to knock into anything. Jareth imagined one wrong move could cause a domino effect, and the last thing he needed was to spend his weekend picking up all of the trophies. He studied the plaques, filing the names engraved on them away in his mind, in case he should ever need them.
A not so quiet sneeze had him turning, reaching for his wand. Recognizing the mop of frizzy hair, Jareth relaxed. "What brings you here, Red?" he asked, turning back to the trophy he'd been looking at. "You're not usually that much of a morning person." A thought flickered in his mind and he glanced at her. "Something happen to Pounce?"
He spoke of the white Turkish Angora that he'd purchase before coming to Hogwarts that year. While officially named Ser Pounce A Lot, he usually referred to her by Pounce. Perhaps the indignity of having a male name was why she liked Eilis more. Either that or she liked how Eilis slipped her treats under the Gryffindor table. It was hard to tell sometimes.
When Eilis shook her head, red curls flying everywhere, Jareth let out a sigh of relief. "What is it then? I didn't think you'd be up this early. On a Saturday no less."
Edited by Jareth Blackthorne, 23 February 2012 - 04:50 AM.