It was what seemed like a normal day in the Grimm household during the summer. Fifteen year old Puck sat at the breakfast table, the exact same age as Sabrina, who, judging by the fact he was up early, he had just pulled one of his pranks on.
Daphne reflected on the 'pranks' as she poured milk into her cereal. They seemed… sort of cruel. Gluing things into her hair? Dumping her into unspeakably gross things? It didn't seem right. Daphne and Red were often the ones helping Sabrina clean up afterwards. Daphne had to admit, her sister was tough. Whenever they tried to talk to any adults in the house about the pranks, they usually responded with "boys will be boys" and "He just thinks she's pretty and is trying to make her not pretty" but it still seemed pretty mean.
Red thought the same. She and Daphne used to seriously think Sabrina and Puck belonged together, but lately, it just was getting problematic.
As everyone slowed to the end of breakfast, they prepared for the moment the air, filled only with the soft giggles of Daphne and Red and clinking of silverware, would be pierced with a shrill shriek of rage. Sabrina had some pretty impressive lungs.
The moment never came. Anxiety began to build in their stomachs. Was something wrong with Sabrina, besides the prank? Was she even home safe? Puck waited for the moment his prank would unleash with anticipation, but as the seconds ticked by, he too got worried. Did it cross some boundary? Was she planning his murder? Did she faint like the weak girl he viewed her as?
Steps on the stairs broke their worries. Everyone had learned to recognize everyone else by their footsteps, and while Sabrina could be silent, when she wasn't sneaking around, it was the sound of her lightly stepping mostly with her toes in her favorite combat boots.
She came to stand at the table besides Puck. Her back was straight, she was in a short mauve dress that matched her brown boots, and she looked perfectly put together, other than her hair.
It was truly a nightmare. Choppy and uneven, on one side of her head it was a bowl cut while the other retained the length, just ragged.
"What is your damage?" She was angry, in the way people were when they were holding back their anger so they could talk without becoming incomprehensible.
Puck looked up in surprise. Normally he was used to his slightly pointed ears to be assaulted with the sound of his name being screamed from upstairs, and him grinning and taking off on his pink faerie wings.
"What?" He croaked out. His voice cracked in his nervousness. Sabrina had never responded like this. It was usually predictable, blind rage.
"I said, what is your damage?"
His lips parted and he leaned back in his chair, away from her.
"Why do you feel the need to do these awful things to me?"
"They're pr-" Puck's attempt to protect himself was cut off.
"The dictionary's definition of pranks is a lighthearted joke meant to be reflected on with a degree of laughter, if some embarrassment. What you are doing is not in that definition. The only one who laughs at these things is you. What you're doing to me, I don't reflect on with some embarrassment. I think about it and want to sink into the floor, it makes me wish I would drop dead."
Puck's mouth closed and he glanced somewhat fearfully at Veronica. He knew Sabrina could easily convince the somewhat terrifying older woman to be on her side in an instant, and she'd probably be vengeful.
"So excuse me if I have low tolerance for your 'jokes.' What you're doing could be classified as bullying."
Puck was ready to leap out of his seat and flee to the forest. He could feel glares accumulating on him.
"So let me just ask one last time. What is your damage?"
Puck slid out of his chair slowly and slipped past Sabrina. His arm brushed hers as he passed, and he could feel her bicep. The memory of her fist connecting with his various body parts made him cringe, and he fled to his room.
Sabrina reached to brush her bangs out of her face, one of her normal mannerisms, before she remembered the state her hair was in. She sighed and grabbed a muffin, leaning against the counter to eat.
"Sabrina, your hair… Do you want me to do something about it?" Veronica offered.
Sabrina sighed. "No mom, it's fine. I'll go to the hairdressers. In this state, a home cut could probably only make it worse." She checked out her reflection in the fridge. "I'll just get an undercut or something."
She tossed the wrapper to her muffin the trash and went to the hall closet. Pulling out her blue hoodie, everyone winced for her as she zipped it up and yanked up the hood in the warm summer day. Though they understood it, her hair really was horrendous.
Granny Relda gently pressed a wad of bills into her hand, and Sabrina accepted it with a soft smile. She grabbed her keys from the alcove by the door where everyone deposited their keys. The keys clattered as she put them into her pocket and walked out the door. They heard the many locks slide into place and sat in silence for a few moments.
Something was stirring in the Grimm household, and they all waited for how it would end.
AN: An explanation, you ask? Well, it's cause I was thinking of how cruel Puck really was to Sabrina, and how no way could they ever really develop a healthy relationship from it. This fic may end up as a shipfic, it may just be the prologue to one. One thing's for sure, Sabrina's got a plan in mind for Puck.