AN: This is set when Sabrina is 15 and Daphne is 10. Red has aged according to Daphne b/c of their sisterhood thing I that think exists. Puck has aged according to Sabrina b/c of the love neither of them has yet admitted sharing with the other. Moth has aged according to Puck because of her unrequited love for him. Basil is 6.

The breeze whipped her dark hair across her neck. The sun burned onto her pale skin. As she breathed a sigh of relief, her brain was already leaving these petty joys behind, focusing instead on the task ahead of her. There would be time to take pleasure in the meaningless twittering of birds later. After her mission was complete. After the others were… disabled.

Out of commission.

Unthreatening.

Eliminated.

She allowed herself a small chuckle as she gathered her focus, calling her minions to her. They will pay, she thought. They will pay dearly for what they did to me. She tossed her long dark hair across her shoulder, Hollywood-style, and walked down the path leading from the Faerie Specialized Containment Facility (the FSCF) to the custom-built Ferrari Enzo she had had delivered the previous week. She rather liked this car, it much more glamorous that the diesel-engine Toyota Corolla she had been delivered to FSCF in. It was particularly appropriate for what she needed to do.

As she climbed into the rear seats of the just-off-the-line coupé, she took one last look at the place that had been her home for nearly five years. I will never return to that hideous rat-hole, she vowed. And then: Look at my nails! I really need a mani-pedi.

But she never did get her manicure. It is really hard for one to do her nails when one is chasing down the cause of one's need for a mani-pedi. But that would be dealt with shortly. And then off to the peau neuve de la haute couture.

She almost laughed when she reminded herself of the abbreviated length of this job. It really would not take that long. As the swine Sabrina Grimm was soon to realise, she was very, very displeased with her, and the other despicable humans and fairies who had despoiled her plan.

And as most victims of her wrath knew well, a displeased Moth was a malicious Moth. And a malicious Moth was a dangerous Moth.

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