Sabrina just finished her freshman year in college, in Boston, MA. Daphne is fifteen.

"Sabrina?"

"Yeah, Daph. It's me," Sabrina smiles through the phone at her little sister, regardless of the fact that Daphne couldn't see her. "What's up?"

"Granny says that you can come home over summer break if you want."

"Is that what this is about?" Sabrina Grimm asks. "Daphne, you know that I can't come back to Ferryport Landing."

"I know. But, we could go to New York City to see you," Daphne says hopefully. "I mean, maybe the magic's worn off."

"It has."

"What?" her little sister questions.

"Daphne, I'm a big girl now. I'm not going to come crawling home. That's what I meant by saying I can't come back. Puck's stupid little curse wore off. I went to go see Oz."

"Seriously?" The high school freshman asks, knowing how much the eldest daughter of Henry and Veronica Grimm hated the imprisoned Wizard.

"Yeah," Sabrina says. "I have an apartment in Boston. You can come and see me if you want. The train in Ferryport Landing goes to New York City, from there you can get on a train to Boston. Five hours, tops."

"Sabrina," Daphne says, a scolding tone in her voice, "I can't go to Boston. I'm only fifteen."

"Only. Geez, Daph. Don't you remember that when you were little, you were always almost-whatever. Gosh," Sabrina laughs. "I do miss you. You know that right? I mean, it's not like I don't love you, or anything…it's just that a certain fairy made it a little hard to come back to Ferryport Landing."

"He's not even living with us anymore," Daphne argues. "You wouldn't even have to see him."

"It's a small town. If I even step foot downtown, he'll know. He's just like that."

"OCD?"

Sabrina laughs. "One week."

"Two weeks, minimum," Daphne replies.

"Daphne, you're as bad as Mom."

Daphne laughs. "Well, like you said, New York isn't that far away from Boston. She could always come see you. Granny would love to have you all summer. I'm sure that Tobias will make sure that Puck stays off the property."

"As long as no one talks about him, at all," Sabrina decrees, "I'll come and stay as long as I can."

"Deal!" Daphne cheers silently. Elvis looks up at her, and she stifles a giggle.

"I'll leave on Monday, okay?"

"Great. Love you, 'Brina."

"Love you too, Daph. See you Monday night," Sabrina says.

"Bye," Daphne hangs up the phone with a click.

Sabrina looks around the room, empty seeing as her roommate left earlier that week. Lacking anything worthwhile to do, Sabrina skims the books on the shelf that she and her roommate share. Laughing quietly when she comes to a paper-back modern translation of Midsummer Night's Dream, Sabrina thinks of the one person she wants to avoid in Ferryport Landing. And that, inevitably, makes her think about everything that'd happened in her childhood.

Shaking her head as if to clear the thoughts from her mind, she runs her finger along the next shelf, noticing a think book tucked between Franklin Delano Roosevelt: A Biography and Applying Trigonometry. Grabbing it, she flops down onto her bed. She opens it, skimming the pages for a title or a clue that would tell her what the book was. Recognizing her eleven-year-old chicken scratch, she flips to the first page.

Aloud, she reads it, "A fairytale detective journal, by Sabrina Grimm." Smiling as she read the second entry, she continues. She flips through the pages, finding an angry, scribbled entry. "I hate him. The stupid…" she pauses, the word on her tongue feeling dirty, "fairy."

Not liking the direction her thoughts were going, she tucked the book back between the thick books her roommate never read.

Her cell phone rings, startling her.

"Hello?" Sabrina answers uncertainly.

"Hey, beautiful," his silky voice comes over the phone.

"Hi."

"What's wrong, Sabrina?" he asks, noticing the weary note in her voice.

Sabrina laughs. "Daphne convinced me to go home for summer break."

"All of it?" he asks.

"Yeah," she mutters. "Look, M, I like you, a lot. I don't want to have anything get in our way."

"What about Robin?" he questions.

"That's what I was talking about."

"Come on, Sabrina. I know him. He's going to butt in."

"Of course he is," she retorts. "It's who Robin is. You know that."

"I do. Love you."

She giggles, uncomfortably. "I…"

"It's okay," he says soothingly. "You don't have to say it. I'm willing to wait; I think I proved that."

"You have," Sabrina tells him.

"Yep. I have to go, okay?"

"Okay," Sabrina says, smiling.

"Don't let my brother bother you too much, got it?"

"Got it," Sabrina grins. "Bye."

"Bye," Mustardseed hangs up.

So, this plot came to me randomly, and I decided to post it.

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