I stepped back from the CD player. I had recently discovered it with Jake, and could revisit the most 'edgy' pieces that I knew.

It had been two years since I was twelve (I think. I'm fairly sure I hadn't stopped growing and that I was now physically fifteen. No, I remember now, fourteen. I bet even Sabrina doesn't know that fourteen comes after, um... Seventee- thirteen! Argh, why do numbers have to be so complicated?)

But I had gotten an amazing prank put together. First off, Sabrina didn't know I was back. And I was sure that she would blow her top. I bet she can't handle some of the most rebellious music around! I thought.

I couldn't help but to giggle. I know, I know- me, giggling?! Doesn't happen. (Normally.) However, when it does happen, it is definitely a giggle of the Trickster King, most decidedly NOT one of those done by silly, frilly schoolgirls.

The front door swung open, and I jumped. I was severely startled, but I needn't have been. It was just Red. Daphne was probably waiting for Sabrina, as Sabrina's school got out later. (I'm not a stalker! These brilliant schemes take research, ya know!)

Red looked at me in horror.

Good. She recognized me.

"You've gotten older!" She exclaimed. I rolled my eyes, an annoying habit I had picked up from Sabri-

Wait. Have I stopped calling her Stinkpot mentally?

Shoot. I didn't mean to do that.

"And what is that awful stuff you're playing?" Red continued. "Granny won't approve."

"Exactly." I smirked. "Keep it a secret. I'm pranking Sa-Fartbrain with it, seeing how long it takes until she blows her top off." Red gave me a suspicious look, but said nothing more against it.

"Okay..."

I checked the clock overhead. Sabr-Stinkpot should be arriving soon. I ducked behind the door to wait, snickering evilly.

Soon after, S...tinkpot strode through the door. She had headphones in. She eyed the blasting CD player. I'm sure it wasn't incredulity, I'm sure it was frustration. After all, only the most talented can operate those tricky devils.

Daphne followed Stinkpot in through the door. She spotted me. A flash of confusion flitted across her face before she recognized me. Her face lit up- the reaction I was looking for. I held up a finger and shushed her before she let out a trademarked squeal.

"Puck!" She whispered. "What prank is going on now?" I grinned evilly, then gestured at the CD player.

She looked at me quizzically. "I don't get it."

"It's okay. If you did, you would get warts." She scowled, as if saying 'I'm not THAT gullible'. I smiled sheepishly. "Only worked once, eh? Darn."

Later, after about three hours, I caved first.

"Why haven't you snapped yet?" I demanded at Stinkpot. She, like EVERY SINGLE OTHER PERSON, looked at me quizzically. (Which I continue to use because, despite my extensive vocabulary, I am at a loss for synonyms. I just don't know newfangled stuff.)

"Snapped at what?"

"Oh, don't you play dumb, ugly." She wasn't. (Shut up, me.) "I know what you're doing. You're being tolerant to annoy me."

"Tolerant of what?"

I scoffed. "The edgy, rebellious music that I am blasting. I 'specially enchanted the CD player to resist attempts to turn off." I sulked. (I did not pout. I do not pout. I never will pout.)

Sabrina looked at me with confusion and bewilderment. "Correct me if I am wrong," she started.

"You're wrong." She glared, but otherwise continued as if I hadn't spoken.

"But is the music Bach?"

Two things:

One, she wasn't wrong...

And two,

Finally.