AN~ Here's the sequel, everybody! It's not going to be updated very often, maybe once a month to start with (that's all I'm promising), but it's out when I said it would be, and it's gonna be FUN.

Disclaimer: I own the world and the people who aren't transposed from the series. I also own this rendition of the concept. Other than that, though, I'm just borrowing some stuff.

Things were good in Sabrina's life. She had her whole family back together, she'd dumped the responsibility of being queen (for a while, at least), she had friends, and she had her husband.

Of course, sometimes it was hard to appreciate that last one. Especially when he turned their entire bedroom suite into a miniature forest.

Still, she'd learned, in the year they'd been married, that giving him a reaction was just what he wanted. So instead she walked down the hall to her sister's room, knocked on the door, and waited for Daphne to answer the door.

"What is it?" Daphne asked when she finally made it to the door. In one hand, the girl held a pen, and in the other she held a wand. There was a large amount of ink spattered across her left cheek, and Sabrina was pretty sure that the ink was sparkling.

"Never mind," Sabrina said, backing away. "I wanted somewhere to sleep where I wouldn't have to deal with magic transforming my bed, but it doesn't look like your room is what I want. Goodnight."

"No, come back!" Daphne said. "I'm almost done. I was just trying to clean up."

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "You sure?" She poked a head around Daphne's door, noticing that there seemed to be ink covering more than her sister's face and clothes. Far more.

"Yeah," Daphne said. "I mean, no, but... we barely talk anymore. I miss you."

Sabrina gave her sister a small smile and stepped gingerly into the room, narrowly avoiding stepping into a particularly large puddle of ink. It had been a while since they'd really spent much time together. She'd been meaning to fix that, but there was Puck, and there were all kinds of things that needed taking care of to make sure her parents were actually the king and queen of Sneak again (the transition had been a difficult one, because Sneak law was not set up for a queen abdicating because her predecessors had returned), and she actually had time to have friends again, and they were both still in school, and Daphne had her own things to take care of, and somehow they didn't seem to see much of each other unless someone else was around. She could deal with magical ink to make up for that.

"What were you trying to do?" Sabrina asked.

"I wanted to turn it invisible," Daphne muttered, poking a sparkly ink puddle with her shoe and glaring at it. "Instead it started to sparkle. And then I tried to turn it back to normal and it exploded."

"Why invisible?" Sabrina asked, pulling off her sash (it was old and worn anyway, and she could always get a new one) and using it to mop up a puddle.

Daphne blushed and muttered something under her breath that sounded like "Pinocchio."

Sabrina used her best Diplomat Face to smother her smile. Daphne and Pinocchio's relationship had gone through some rocky points, but they seemed to be pretty good friends now, keeping in touch through letters because he was deeply buried in research in Scholar and Daphne, at fifteen, had been ordered by her parents to stay in Sneak until she was legally independent, if not finished with school.

"Shut up," Daphne snapped.

"I didn't say anything," Sabrina pointed out, doing her best to keep her voice completely innocent.

"You didn't have to," Daphne said.

Sabrina gave her sister's parlor a thoughtful look to cover for her amusement. She knew how frustrating it was to be matchmade. The room was veritablybathed in glittering ink. It was all over the sofa, the chairs, the rug, the desk, the table, the walls and the portraits on them. Even the fire (it had been a cold spring, and a long winter) was sputtering out sparkling smoke.

"You're going to have a horrible time cleaning this up," she said mildly.

"I know," Daphne said morosely. "And I'd try just using magic, but that caused this whole mess in the first place, so..."

Sabrina nodded. "Want me to get some rags?" she offered.

Daphne gestured to a pile of brightly colored cloth in the corner of the room. "None of my old dresses fit anymore. I was just going to use them."

Sabrina gave her sister an incredulous look. How could none of her dresses-

Oh.

In the way these things happened, Sabrina hadn't paid too close attention to her sister's looks. She saw her every day, and Daphne was Daphne. And while Sabrina hadn't been paying attention, Daphne had blossomed into a woman in more ways than one. The dress she was currently wearing was meant to be loose, but it clung tightly to her sister's form, which bulged in places Sabrina didn't expect of a sister so much her junior.

"When did this happen?" Sabrina asked.

Daphne shrugged. "Puberty. I didn't notice, really."

"Until things started to not fit anymore," Sabrina said. She'd never had that problem, as her own figure was blessedly narrow (it made both sneaking and running much easier when she didn't have to worry about not fitting in tight spaces, or parts of her anatomy bouncing), but she could imagine it. When she'd had a growth spurt, it had been much the same way.

"Half that," Daphne shrugged. "Mostly I started to notice when the boys did."

"Do I need to kill anyone?" Sabrina asked, keeping her voice mild.

"No," Daphne said with a smile. "They're mostly pretty nice about it, and I can take care of the ones who aren't."

"As long as you're sure," Sabrina said.

Daphne grinned. "When am I not sure?"

"Good point," Sabrina agreed.

Daphne looked around at the mess of her main room and sighed. "I guess I should probably clean this up."

Sabrina nodded, and headed over to the corner, where all of Daphne's ill-fitting dresses were. The two worked on the room for a while, until it was reasonably clean. Some of Daphne's furniture would never quite recover, though.

Daphne shrugged when Sabrina pointed that out and said, "I'll put it in my bedroom. Nobody goes in there."

Sabrina didn't point out that they were heading into Daphne's bedroom right at that moment.

"So what did Puck do this time?" Daphne asked.

"Our room is a forest," Sabrina said dryly. "He said he likes sleeping outside. Well, he can just sleep alone, then."

Daphne laughed.

"You're sure you don't mind me staying here tonight?" Sabrina asked.

"No, of course not," Daphne said with a smile. "It's not as if we haven't shared a bed before."

This was true enough. Back when their parents had been missing, it had been a comfort thing for the two girls. Having a whole suite of rooms to oneself did not seem quite so appealing with over half of one's family missing. It felt big, lonely, and frightening, especially when one was ten.

Sabrina realized, then, that she'd come without some crucial things. "I forgot a nightdress," she admitted to her sister.

"And all mine that might fit you are inky," Daphne said.

"I guess I can sleep in this," Sabrina said, looking doubtfully at her dress, which was equipped with a rather heavy steel corset designed to act like armor.

"Or..." Daphne said, heading for her wardrobe. She turned around a minute later, brandishing a very large nightgown of her own. "You can wear this!"

Sabrina blinked at her sister, then shrugged.

Fifteen minutes later, Sabrina was swimming in an enormous nightgown, seated in her sister's bed, each of them with a cup of tea. Daphne had left a pot heating up while she made her letter.

"Want me to brush your hair?" Daphne asked.

"Sure," Sabrina agreed.

It had been even longer since they'd done this than it had been since they'd really spent much time together. Sabrina was pretty sure the last time, it had been before her wedding, actually. And not even right before. Daphne's hair styling techniques were... creative, to say the least, and Veronica had vetoed the idea of Daphne doing Sabrina's hair for the wedding. It was probably a good idea on Veronica's part, though it would have calmed Sabrina's pre-wedding nerves down to have Daphne brush her hair. Even if the results would have been unusual, and perhaps not the most flattering.

"I've missed this," Daphne said with a small, contented sigh, running the brush through her sister's hair.

"Me too," Sabrina agreed.

"We should spend more time together," Daphne suggested, putting the brush down after a long time of silence.

Sabrina turned to smile at her sister and said, "We should."

They talked long into the night, largely complaining about the shenanigans their brother had been getting up to, interrupting both their lives. Their brother, at nine, had largely recovered from his traumatic childhood, and was now quite a troublemaker. He and Puck were very close. Sabrina didn't think that was a good thing.

It was probably closer to morning than night by the time they finally fell asleep, tangled up together in Daphne's blankets, and Sabrina probably would have gotten more rest in her husband's temporary (and it had better well be temporary) jungle, but she enjoyed herself far more. She'd missed her sister.

The next morning, though, when she was woken by a furious pounding on her sister's door, she began to regret her decision the smallest bit.

"Daphne," she said, shoving her sister. "Daphne, wake up."

Daphne groaned and rolled over, but she was on her way to being awake, so Sabrina got up, wrapping one of the blankets around herself for good measure as she went to see who was at the door. Maybe they'd go away if she answered it, and she could go back to sleep.

"What?" she asked the servant at the door, a girl about her age, probably working her way through school. She hoped she didn't sound as angry as she thought she did.

The girl won Sabrina's respect by sounding completely professional when she said, "You and your sister are wanted in the council room, your highness."

Sabrina groaned, but said, "Thank you," to the servant. The girl headed off to do whatever she had to do next, and Sabrina shut the door behind her before checking to make sure Daphne was actually awake.

She wasn't.

"Come on, brat, we've got work to do," Sabrina said, pulling the rest of Daphne's blankets off of her and proceeding to open all the curtains.

Daphne muttered a suggestion about where Sabrina could stick her work, but she rolled out of bed and onto the floor, where she sat in a dazed looking heap.

Sabrina redressed in yesterday's clothes while Daphne pulled herself out of the depths of sleep, washing up as best she could and braiding her hair. By the time she was ready, she was also certain that Daphne wouldn't go back to sleep if left alone. Satisfied, she headed to the council room, hoping she could stop by the kitchen for something to eat on the way.

She made her way to the council room, snacking on a relatively tasty pastry whose filling she didn't think she wanted to know.

Once there, she smiled at her family and sat down next to Puck, giving him a very crumby kiss on the cheek.

Puck wiped the crumbs off and licked them off his fingers. "Missed you last night," he said.

"Yeah, well, try not turning my bed into a rock and you won't have to miss me," Sabrina said pointedly.

"It was a bush, actually," Puck said. "And it was very comfortable."

"I like sleeping in beds," Sabrina responded with a shrug.

Daphne wandered into the room at long last, wiping crumbs off her mouth. She was dressed in clean clothes and her hair was done, though, so she was a little more put-together than Sabrina, even if she was late.

"Sorry," Daphne said, sitting. "We can get started now."

"If you can't be put together for these kinds of things, Daphne, you don't have to come," Henry said pointedly. "You're not of age yet, after all."

Considering Sabrina had been years younger than Daphne when she was crowned queen, she thought that was a bit unfair of her father, but it did have the desired effect. Daphne sat up straighter, putting a serious expression on her generally cheerful face.

"What's going on?" Daphne asked.

"You remember that girl in the monster room in Magica?" Veronica asked. "She's been located."

Sabrina didn't see how this was a problem until Henry said, "In the mainland. With all her monsters. Wreaking havoc. And they're blaming us."

Oh. Oh dear.

"But how can they blame us?" Puck burst out, because Sabrina's husband was a wonderful person, but not exactly up to date on world politics. "We didn't set her loose on them!"

"Nobody in the outside world keeps up with Tradeskingdom politics," Sabrina pointed out. "We might as well be one country to them."

"That's stupid," Puck said.

"Nevertheless, we need to do something about it, or there's going to be another war," Granny said.

"Like what?" Daphne asked.

"That's what we're here to decide," Veronica said.

"Someone's going to have to go get her," Sabrina said. It was the obvious decision, after all.

"Who, though?" Robin asked. "Most of us are still busy rebuilding the kingdom."

"Me," Sabrina said with a shrug.

The room exploded with arguments against this from every corner. Sabrina let them wash over her without saying anything. She didn't even really pay attention to what most of them were. Most of them seemed to come from the idea that this was entirely too dangerous for the heir to the throne of Sneak.

Once the noise had died down, Sabrina rolled her eyes and said, "I wouldn't go alone. I'd take a delegation with me, obviously. But we'd need someone fairly high ranking to go to get anyone to listen to us. They don't take us seriously as is, imagine what they'd do if we sent someone normal?"

"She has a point," Granny said, looking at Henry in a way that implied she knew how little he'd like the idea. "We'll need someone who can talk to important people, and quite a few countries out there don't consider our royals to actually be royalty. They'll consider our nobility to be worth listening to, but only barely. And now that Sabrina has chosen to give up her queenship in favor of you and Veronica, she's one of the few qualified people who has few enough responsibilities to take a trip of that duration."

"I've just gotten my daughter back," Henry said. "You expect me to let her go again?"

"You were asleep the whole time," Puck muttered.

"That's besides the point," Henry snapped.

Sabrina sighed and tuned the argument out. With Granny on her side, it was only a matter of time before she won her case.

She was right. A few weeks later, she was putting the final tweaks in her packing list for a sea trip to the mainland. Puck, of course, was going with her. They would be going under the guise of a diplomatic mission, but she and Puck fully expected to be fighting Red and her monsters themselves, and were packing to prepare for it. Sabrina had a lovely new pair of shoes that both had the advantage of making her look taller and contained a stiletto knife in each six-inch heel, and she'd packed some of her favorite dresses, as well as an abnormally large collection of poison-tipped knives that she would be wearing in various places on her body at all times (extra poison stored separately, but definitely packed). She'd be ready to go by morning.

She was putting the last of her stuff on the boat when Daphne waltzed by, directing Jonas, "Just put it wherever it'll fit, I guess."

"Put what where?" Sabrina asked Jonas.

"Daphne's things," Jonas said from around a very large pile of crates.

"Daphne's- what?" Sabrina turned to her sister. "You're coming?"

Daphne gave her a cheeky grin and said, "No offense, sister dearest, but you're absolutely horrible at diplomacy. Granny thought you could use some help."

Sabrina blinked at her sister.

"C'mon," Daphne said, linking elbows with her sister. "It'll be fun. You and me, getting into trouble. Just like old times. But with Puck."

"Yeah," Sabrina said vaguely. "Just like old times."

This trip was going to be a lot more eventful than she'd thought.