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"Guess what, Daddy?" Savannah asked Klaus.

"What, darling?" Klaus asked as he plotted revenge for Amy's latest prank: putting potion in his shampoo that made him lose all his hair. Though he and Amy were still having difficulties, things had improved enough that they were doing only non-lethal pranks to one another, as he'd told Elijah before.

"Jonathan and I are pretend married!" She burst out with a smile.

"When did that happen?" Klaus asked.

"When you sent me to live with him," Savannah replied. She twisted her mouth. "Where did all your hair go?"

"Your mother made it disappear," Klaus replied through his teeth. He wanted to say something about Jonathan and Savannah being fake married, but he couldn't focus.

"I can help!" Savannah cried and zapped a clown wig on his head. "There. That's better," she said with a smile.

"Yes," Klaus muttered through his teeth. "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome!" Savannah replied with a grin and scampered from the room.

"How's your father doing?" Amy asked. "Is he still upset about his hair?"

"Yes, but I helped him with that," Savannah replied with a grin.

"And how did you do that?" Amy asked.

"I zapped him up a wig!" Savannah replied. "It's lots of colors!"

Amy burst out laughing. "Are you joking with me, Savannah Audrey?"

"No, I'm not!" Savannah replied. Amy headed with her to the bathroom, the door of which was still closed. She knocked on it and called out to her husband, "How about you let me see your new hair?"

"Not a chance in hell," Klaus replied. "Go away!"

"If I promise to give you your hair back, will you come out?" Amy asked.

"And you look very nice!" Savannah added.

"I look like a clown!" Klaus corrected.

"But at least you're not bald!" Savannah pointed out.

Finally, Amy opened the door by magic just because she could, and when she saw Klaus, she burst out laughing. "That-that wig looks good on you," she said when she could get a breath.

"I'm glad you approve," Klaus replied bitterly. "Fix my hair, now. Then, I'm going for a drive."

"Can I come too?" Savannah asked.

"No," Klaus replied. "I want to be alone."

Feeling pity for her husband, Amy zapped his hair back to normal, he grabbed his keys from the kitchen, and left the house, driving to Adrian and Helene's.


"Well, look who it is!" Adrian cried when he opened the door. "It's been awhile since we heard from you, Dad!"

"Yes, sorry about that," Klaus replied. "I've been busy. But things have happened that have made me really desire your company all of a sudden."

"Why?" Helene asked. "What happened?" She was playing with Liam, who abandoned her to come sit on his grandfather's lap.

"Well," Klaus began, "Amy and I have been playing little tricks on each other as of late, harmless pranks, you know, and her latest one is that she zapped away all my hair."

"Well, your hair is looking very full now," Helene observed.

"That's because I think she took pity on me and gave it all back," Klaus replied. "But Adrian, there are times when I feel like you did."

"Well, whatever you do, don't get mad and leave," Adrian replied. "It's not a good decision."

"Oh, I'm not mad enough to do that," Klaus assured Adrian. "I just need to find a good way to get her back. Which, considering that she's a witch, is kind of...difficult."

"Well, why don't you just say you're sorry for whatever you did, then, and it will stop?" Helene suggested.

"You know that I don't like to be the one to apologize," Klaus said, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Oh, all right," Helene replied. "It was just a suggestion."

"Don't take this the wrong way," Klaus told her. "But sometimes, living with a witch can be so fucking difficult if you're not one yourself!"

Helene chuckled. "Apparently, only you think so," she said. "There seems to be a movement going on now with a small group of witches and warlocks where they marry people of other species and humans, even. Mom encourages it, even though Daddy tells her to be careful cause it might get her into trouble."

"How considerate of your mother," Klaus replied. "And just think, that mindset began when she and your father supported you and Adrian being together, even though they were both scared as hell of the idea at the time."

"Which I don't get," Adrian replied. "It wasn't that bad!"

"Well, except for our twenty-year fight," Helene replied. "But other than that, we've been damn good!"

Just then, Liam dropped his toy on the floor. "Damn it!" He swore.

Helene's eyes widened. "Liam," she remonstrated. "What did we say about repeating words Daddy says when he's angry?"

"Not to," Liam replied, looking at his mother with innocent blue eyes."

"Exactly," Helene said as her son zapped his toy up from the floor and right into his hand.

"Well, isn't that a neat trick?" Klaus asked, ruffling his grandson's hair.

"It's simple, compared to a lot of things, but he's learning very quickly," Helene said with a grin.

"And thank god I'm prepared for it this time," Adrian replied. "What about Savannah? How's she doing with her magic?"

"Oh, fine," Klaus sighed. "She's just good enough to help her mother with this little battle of ours, but I'm sure I can bring her back from the dark side." He paused. "You mind if I stay here while I think about how to do that?"


Marcel gave a start as he walked through his apartment door and saw Susanna sitting on the sofa with a bowl of popcorn, and watching TV. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I came to visit," Susanna replied. She was nine years old now and becoming more precocious every day. "We got out of school early today."

"Do your parents know you're here?" Marcel asked. "Because we said you had to tell your parents before you came and visited, remember?"

"Yes, I told them!" Susanna replied irritably. "You always ask me that question. Can't you just be glad to see me?"

"Of course I'm glad to see you," Marcel assured her. "It's just that..."

"Just that what?" Susanna asked.

"Never mind," Marcel replied. "What are you watching? And scoot over. I want some popcorn!" They were watching TV, and Savannah was rooting around in the sofa for change when all of a sudden, she pulled something out of the cushions and stared at it, wide eyed.

"What's this?" She asked, holding up the lacy, white bra for Marcel to see. "Is it yours?"

"No," Marcel asked and snatched it away. "It belongs to a friend of mine. I'll give it to her when she comes over later."

"What time is she coming over?" Susanna asked.

Marcel watched as it began to darken outside. "In an hour or two. We can watch a couple more shows and then you have to go home."

"But why?" Susanna whined. "Why can't we just watch TV together?"

"Because Stella and I won't be watching TV, Marcel replied through his teeth. "I have other things in mind."

"What sort of things?" Susanna asked.

"Nothing you need to know about," Marcel replied. He tried to get her to watch TV again, but all she wanted to do was talk about his date with Stella. And she was even still around when when Stella showed up and rang the doorbell. Marcel opened the door, knowing full well that Susanna was behind him. "Marcel!" Stella cried, pushing her raven hair out of her big, gray eyes. "What do you have in mind for us today?"

Before Marcel could say anything, Susanna stuck out her arm of the hand that was holding the bra. "Is this yours?" She asked. "Did you leave this here?"

"Yes!" Stella replied as Marcel fumed. She took the bra and put it in her purse. "I was looking for that yesterday."

"You left it in the sofa!" Susanna informed her.

"Who's this?" Stella asked Marcel.

"I'm Susanna," Susanna replied. "Nice to meet you!"

"Well, isn't that nice that you've met!" Marcel said with a forced grin. "Susanna has to go home now, don't you, Susanna?"

"No," Susanna shook her head and looked at Stella again. "I can do magic. Wanna see?"

"No," Marcel replied. "There's no time for that. Go home!"

Susanna gave him a look. "Okay, then, Mr. Meanie pants! I'll go home. Goodbye!"

"Bye!" Marcel replied, then turned to Stella with a grin as he helped her off with her coat. "I have some wine chilling," he said. When they were both in the living room, he grinned. "Would you like a glass?"

"Sure," Stella grinned. "And would you get me some blood, too? I haven't fed yet today."

"Of course," Marcel replied. "Coming right up."