Now Puck would pay for his idiocy, thought Sabrina happily and she made her way down the long hallway that went from her room to Puck's.
After only 30 steps she began to become impatient. Why does this hallway seem so darn long tonight?
Because of the dark, old hardwood that was laid all along it, the hallway was extremely "creakable," as Daphne would say. Although a sliver of remorse slid into her mind, she quickly brushed it away. Daphne would have loved to be with Sabrina tonight, but the little girl would have made to much noise. Probably from laughing, Sabrina imagined, feeling a sudden urge to laugh herself. The rough material of the sack that she was carrying was scratching at her back; she hoisted it up higher.
When she finally reached the door, which was covered in dozens of foreboding signs, such as "Enter and Die," "Property of the King of Juvenile Delinquents," and "Prepare to be bombarded with rotten melons, ripe tomatoes, and poisonous pie".
Rolling her eyes, Sabrina turned the brass doorknob slowly, being careful not to make any noise, and pushed the door open warily. Despite herself, she was half afraid of being hit in the face with a melon, tomatoes, or ( she snickered inaudibly ) a pie. The door didn't creek – much to Sabrina's intense relief.
However, once her bare foot took one step into the room, she pulled it back, startled. The sole of her foot had met long, luscious green grass, which seemed to glow in the light of the full moon. Sabrina was irritated with the idea that Puck got to go to sleep under the light of a full moon, but all she saw when she looked up from her bed was a dusty spider web and cracked ceiling. Although Sabrina had seen Puck's room earlier that day, she had not been able to appreciate it in it's full beauty, having been covered in disgusting Puck-muck for most of the time she had been inside.
She entered the room, and closed the door halfway, so that she could still see easily where the exit was, in case she had to run.
Looking around, she saw that puck was only about 100 yards away, laying, stomach down, on his trampoline. She breathed a sigh of relief – her task would be much easier with him lying face down on a flat surface.
Making sure to take slow, deep, quiet breaths, she walked slowly towards the trampoline, terrified that a swarm of angry ape-minions were about to come charging from the forest, which was about a ½ mile from her o the west.
When she finally reached the trampoline (after sidestepping what must have been hundreds of half-eaten / half-trampled birthday cakes), she faced the obstacle of climbing onto it without making the springs squeak.
She finally hoisted herself onto it halfway, wincing when several springs let out an audible noise, and lay on her stomach on the blue plastic that ran around the circumference of the tramp. She pushed herself gently into a kneeling position, and crawled on all fours towards Puck, who was still sleeping soundly at the trampolines center. The sack that she had been carrying all the while was lowered carefully to the surface of the tramp and opened carefully by Sabrina.
Out of the sack emerged a green felt cape, a smart cap that was a darker green and adorned with a red feather, old-fashioned shoes that were made only out of one strip of leather (Sabrina thought that they were about as good as going barefoot), several rolled up posters, and a long, floor length mirror.
Mirror had, resentfully, given her all of the things that she had needed for her little prank. The cap that she had pulled out of the bag had actually belonged to the fabled Peter Pan, as had the shoes. Mirror had even given her a mirror, which he had, somehow, made fit into the sack and feel as light as a flannel shirt. She shrugged almost imperceptibly; she knew that she would never know how he did it. Sabrina looked regretfully at the cape, which had never belonged to Peter Pan or anybody else. Mirror had found it in a room full of fabrics – it was a scrap piece, but it would have to work.
She barely restrained the urge to burst out laughing when she envisioned Puck's reaction when he woke up dressed like his arch-enemy, Peter Pan. It was the perfect prank.
Sabrina knelt next to the sleeping Puck, pushing the thought of how cute he looked right now to the back of her mind. No. Tonight she hated him – right?
She picked up the cap, adjusted the red feather ever so slightly, and placed it gently on his sleeping head, so that it would stay on even when he jolted awake. Next came the cape, which she draped like a blanket over his shoulders, and then attempted to tie around his neck – loosely or course, she didn't want Puck to choke and then have his death on her hands. However, tying the green string around Puck's neck proved to be a difficult task; in order to do it she had to reach all the way around his back, apparently cradling him in her arms (Sabrina shuddered at the thought and fought to keep from gagging), and reach her hands underneath his head in order to let her fingers meet and tie the knot. This she would attempt, she thought to herself, only for the sake of a prank.
Terrified all the time that he would wake up, she reached around Puck's relaxed shoulders, but froze when he mumbled something in his sleep and turned his head so that he was facing Sabrina, who blushed maroon red.
His expression was perfectly peaceful and content. Sabrina gulped, and shifted her gaze back to her knot. She could not fall apart now. So far the plan was flawless.
When she had finished, all that was left was to set up the mirror and put of the Peter Pan and Wendy Posters that she had found in Mirror as well. She didn't really want to know why he had them there.
She set up the mirror so that it was lying against the netted side of the trampoline; Puck would be the first thing Puck saw the next morning. Sabrina chuckled when she imagined him not recognizing himself, and smashing the mirror, thinking it was Peter Pan. The tucked the 4 Peter Pan posters into the netting around the tramp, and the 2 Wendy ones next to several Peter ones.
There. Perfect.
Sabrina tilted her head upwards, letting her face be bathed in the moonlight.
Was it even real moonlight? she thought idly, before realizing that it was 4 in the morning – knowing Puck, he could awake at any hour. Quickly, she picked up the empty sack, and shuffled back to the door, her heart skipping every other beat.
She took one last backwards glance at "Peter," who was still sleeping serenely on the tramp.
Looking around to make sure no one was there (which was pretty ridiculous of her, she thought silently), she blew Puck a gentle kiss in the dark.
Revolted with herself, Sabrina pushed all memories of the kiss earlier that day – or yesterday – from her mind. It was the first time she had let herself think about it since the actual event – sortof.
Lost in wistful thought, the door to Puck's room clunked close, but Puck remained sleeping peacefully, covered by the Sabrina's Peter Pan cape.
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