A/N: For the purposes of this story, everybody is a year older because it's quite amazing what you can learn between 6th and 8th grade, and also because I thought Daphne should do a little growing up. I'm putting this during Christmas after the war, and when they have another house.

Extremely minor spoiler referring to the state of their house, which you can probably guess from the 7th book anyways.

Sabrina was in her room, smiling as she looked at the outfit she was going to wear tonight for the Christmas party.

"Uh-oh."

Sabrina half-ran half-fell down the stairs in time to see the Christmas tree fall over. Great. The first Christmas where the whole family was together, awake, and he just has to ruin it.

"FAIRY BOY!" she screeched, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Puck looked at her, somehow looking amused, annoyed, and apologetic at the same time.

"Chill, Grimm. The Trickster King has a plan-"

"-to destroy everything within a five-mile radius," Sabrina interrupted. Henry decided just then he had to come home from Christmas-gift shopping. He surveyed the mess of pine needles, shattered ornaments, and broken candy canes that half-covered the doorway for a moment before asking the inevitable question:

"What happened?"

"Nothing!" Puck protested, "I was just backing up to admire the roo- Whoa! Whazzat?" He pointed to the three large boxes in Henry's arms.

"Your Christmas surprises," scowled Henry as pushed his way into the living room, nearly tripping on a tree branch. In fact, Sabrina thought as he made his way upstairs, it was a wonder he didn't trip on the numerous piles of books on the stairs. Granny Relda really should clean those up before someone got a concussion falling down the stairs. As if on cue, Granny came out of the kitchen with Daphne in tow.

"Lieblings, what's the mat-"she broke off when she saw the Christmas tree. Or, rather, what was left of it.

"Where's Uncle Jake? He probably has a spell to fix this," said Daphne. Sabrina smiled to herself. It took a while to get used to her sister taking charge of things sometimes, but in a situation like this it was a relief.

"What? I heard my name," said Jake as he poked his head out from upstairs. "Wow, that's quite a mess you got there, Sabrina."

"It wasn't my fault! It was this...this..." she sputtered, unable to come up with an insulting name she could use in front of Daphne.

"This Puck-head?" said Daphne.

"You made up an insulting name after me? Cool!" Only Puck would be happy with a "gift" like this. Not that making up an insulting name after him would be too hard, Sabrina thought. After all, his name rhymed with f-

"Gimme a minute. I have a clean-up spell somewhere in my room..." Jake grew indistinct as he wandered away towards his new room. Recently a new house had been built in place of their old one, which had been destroyed during the war. Only Puck still had his old "room", because somehow his door had been unharmed. The new house was bigger, but in the space of about two days Granny Relda had somehow deemed it impossible to walk from one end of the room to another in a straight line without tripping on books. Sabrina was almost 100% sure that some of them were enchanted to multiply like germs.

"So, Marshmallow. Did you get me anything besides this awesome insult?" said Puck. Count on him to be greedy, Sabrina thought. She tried to use mental telepathy to tell Daphne to say "no", but it apparently failed when Daphne said brightly,

"Of course I did!" She beamed at Puck, which caused Sabrina to blanch. Lately, Daphne seemed to have chosen Puck as her role model, and admired his every belch, prank, and joke. Sabrina didn't think she could've chosen a worse person. Well, at least she still took baths.

"Here it is!" announced Jake loudly.

"Jake, I have told you before that magic has side effects. Why can't you and Henry just do this the old-fashioned way?" Granny Relda complained.

"Mom! You have to admit, it's pretty hard to glue back together candy canes, not to mention we won't be able to eat them afterwards. Here, Daphne, try this." Jake threw a packet of dust labeled "fixing powder" at her. Sabrina instinctively backed away so her addiction won't get in the way, and was surprised to see Puck do the same.

"What?" he mumbled, "I might be allergic to this stuff." Perhaps he would have been a bit more convincing if his voice hadn't broken on "this". Daphne started sprinkling the fixing dust everywhere, and soon the tree was back in its proper place in the corner of the room with volumes G, Q, S, and W of the Encyclopedia Britannica acting as a tree stand. Sabrina suddenly caught a wiff of what seemed to be a mix of popcorn, tuna, and vanilla ice cream.

"Granny? What are you making?" Sabrina refused to associate the word "cook" with Granny's...experiments. Granny Relda looked over and must've seen her expression, because she laughed lightly and said,

"Liebling, don't worry, that's just lunch. I'm making something else for dinner. Speaking of which, LUNCHTIME, EVERYBODY!" Puck rubbed his ear as he muttered, "Old Lady owes me a hearing aid..."

So, what did you think? Review, flame, criticize, comment, be happy, whatever. If I stole this idea from somebody, I apologize.