Sabrina stared in the mirror. She told her reflection not to cry. She always listened to herself, so she knew she'd obey.

Her reflection sobbed.

Why did that egoistic, irritating, rude, insulting, annoyingly cute fairy do this to her? Had he no rights? Did he have no shame?

Sabrina had never thought she was pretty. Not even when Puck told her. She figured he was just giving a shot at being nice to see if he liked it or not. Apparently he didn't. For now, she was staring in the mirror, her bald head shining in the light. Her golden locks were gone, the one thing she had admired in her looks. Her crown of beauty. Gone.

She balled her fists. Puck was going to pay. Big time.

"You're almost there, buddy! Come on! GO GO GO!" Puck yelled at the TV screen.

"How did you trip over yourself, fool? RUN!" Uncle Jake yelled with him. They both had on matching jerseys for their favorite soccer team. Puck waved around a foam hand with #1 Fan! printed across it. The opposing team took over the soccer ball and guided it towards Puck and Jake's team's goal. They yelled and leaned forward anxiously. Puck spilled over the popcorn, but they didn't noticed. Then, their team's best soccer player came running in and circled around the ball's capturer before kicking out his left foot swiftly, taking the ball away from its goal and saving his team's pride.

Jake and Puck yelled and watched the player score a goal. Then, Jake leapt onto the couch and started jumping up and down, while Puck excitedly pumped his fist in the air and flipped over the table.

"Boys! Stop that! What did I tell you about overreacting during soccer season?" Granny cried, rushing into the room.

"Sorry," they both muttered, bowing their heads in shame. Granny grumbled about irresponsible teens and adults before going back to the kitchen.

Just then, Sabrina came down the stairs, a smirk firmly on her face. Puck glanced uneasily at her, and Jake guiltily turned away. Sabrina had asked him earlier for a spell to grow her hair back, but Jake had answered, "Hair is its own mind. Spells won't work for it. I can only do one that would speed up its growth, but your hair follicles will only obey if it wants to."

So Sabrina had yelled at him. "I thought you were an expert at magic! You met Merlin! You went to Camelot! You collect unique potions and spells all around the world!" were her words before slamming the door of his room behind her.

"Will she get over it?" Puck whispered.

"If she stops looking in the mirrors all over the house, then maybe," Jake answered. He sniffed the air. "Do you smell that?"

"Smell what?" Puck transformed into a dog for better sense and sniffed at the air around them. It smelled like moist smoke. He shifted back. "What's burning?"

Jake went into tne kitchen. "Mom, did you burn something on the stove?" he asked.

Granny looked up from her newest recipe, jellied moose nose with yellow steak on its side. "No, why?" she asked.

"It smells like smoke in the living room," Puck said, appearing at Jake's side.

Granny pushed past them and went into the living room. "Oh my, it does," she agreed. "Let's look upstairs."

The three of them made their way up the stairs and into the hallway. "It's worse here," Jake said, eyeing the gray smoke wafting in the air. He followed its trail…which led to Puck's room. Underneath the door, the floor looked like it was shaking.

Puck burst the door open and yelped when he saw the scene before him.

It was a catastrophe. Monkeys howled and ran out of the forest, which was on fire. The fire spread throughout the room and singed off the grass along the river. Puck's kangaroo frantically jumped up and down on the trampoline. It was wearing cleats that looked like they were forcefully tied onto his big feet, causing the trampoline to collapse. The roller coaster was broken down, with more smoke rising out of its wreckage. The ice cream truck was speeding around the room, with more monkeys and a panda trapped inside, shouting their heads off, before the truck plunged into the river, which was iced over. It shattered through the ice and sank. Rockets in the sky were raining down towards the ground, colliding with any object standing in their way.

But the worst thing about it all: Puck's precious gold statue of himself, which had taken him two months to model, was crushed and destroyed. Pieces of glass lay on the floor around it. The small bronze plaque was missing.

Puck fell onto his knees in the midst of the chaos. His room was gone! His beautiful, boast-worthy room! Who could've done it?

He thought it over. He was the last one to be in his room. No one ever came into his room. Except-

The smirk. The hair.

He stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Sabrina was huddled into the corner, near the trash. She froze when he saw her.

"Hands out. Now." Puck barked.

She wordlessly held out her hands. In her palm was a small plaque.

"I have to say, I'm very disappointed in the both of you. I never thought I'd say this till now after the four years I've seen you two fight, but this has gotten very out of hand! Sabrina, what do you have to say about what you did?"

"I say I had every right to do it! Puck decides to shave my head on the night of my friend's sleepover. It was cruel and had no meaning. What's the big deal about his room? It's all created from magic! Uncle Jake could fix it right up! Maybe," Sabrina said, glaring at her uncle.

"What's the big deal about her hair? She could just get a wig! Burning down my room didn't make anything better! Now I'm just tempted to shave off her eyebrows!" Puck said, glaring at Sabrina. "Besides, Uncle Jake could've helped her with her hair with magic. Maybe."

"Oh, when did I become the family's personal wizard? I may be an expert when it comes to spells and finding Merlin's crystal, but that doesn't mean I can do everything!" Jake said, glaring at them both.

All the glaring among the three of them continued for another minute until Granny spoke up again. "Okay, enough. I have to agree with Puck on this. Destroying his room didn't make anything better. But Puck, that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong to shave off Sabrina's hair. You shouldn't have done it."

"I was bored," he muttered.

Sabrina spoke up. "So, what's our punishment?"

"Your punishment is you're not going to the sleepover tonight."

"But-but," Sabrina sputtered.

"And Puck, your punishment is no desserts for the next two months."

"WHAT? That's so unfair! My punishment is worse than Sabrina's!" exclaimed Puck.

"Not exactly," said Granny. "Because your punishment together is this: tonight will now be a family movie night."

Jake gasped. "No!" he cried. "Why are you punishing all of us?"

Granny frowned. "I'm not punishing all of us. I know they're the only ones that hate when we have a family movie night, so it's just them getting punished."

The three of them glanced at each other, calling a temporary truce. In truth, everyone in the Grimm household hated family movie night. The reason? There were many reasons. Number one being someone would talk every five seconds throughout the movie. Nobody seemed able to shut up. Number two was Granny banned junk food on movie nights and made everyone eat something healthy, but not the good healthy. Raisin Bran cereal with plums next to it was the most despised. The third reason could be avoided. They crossed their fingers.

"And because Daphne has been the most agreeable this week, she will be the one to pick the movie."

Puck, Sabrina, and Jake stifled their groans. This was not going to be the night of their life.

The positions were usually the same except tonight was slightly different. Henry and Veronica would sit on the couch with Daphne and Basil between them. Uncle Jake would sit on the other couch with Granny Relda, but tonight instead of Puck and Sabrina between them, it was just Sabrina between them. Puck sat on the chair away from the couches.

Daphne, the lucky movie chooser, chose her all time favorite: At Long Last Love. One month ago it had been Twilight. Her choices seemed to be getting worse and worse. She insisted movies like these were ones people had to pay attention to closely. No one did. Every five minutes, someone would comment things like, "Does she have to strip while singing?" or an "Oh. Well then."

As Sabrina grudgingly swallowed a plum, her mind wandered from the boring movie. Puck had to have some reason. He couldn't have just been bored. Lately he'd been acting weird. Such as when she was walking towards the kitchen and he held the door open for her. He wasn't even in the kitchen already. He was lying on the couch in the living and had sprung up to open the door for Sabrina when she was about to push it open already. When he saw the strange look she had given him, he'd walked in himself and threw the door in her face.

Henry's mind wandered as well. He was mad about what Puck had done. It had hurt his daughter a lot. He hoped Veronica's mortal friend Delores's son was as charming and sweet as she said he was. He was going to be at Delores's wedding, which was next month.

The movie finally ended. The family got up and stretched.

"So? What was your favorite part? The part where Kitty and Johnny fell in love? Or when the super star nearly got run over? I'm sure you liked that part, right Sabrina?" Daphne babbled. The empty living room with the uneaten cereal answered her.

She shrugged. "Oh well. I'll find something else for next time." Then she took out her laptop and searched the web for oldest to latest movies, ignoring the star ratings completely.

A/N: So, was it worthy enough for an awesome challenge?