There was nothing twelve year-old Daphne Grimm hated more than being left at home with a babysitter. Even if her babysitter was the most beautiful woman alive.

"C'mon, Daph, it's only for two weeks," her older sister, Sabrina, told her.

"You would say that," Daphne grumbled. "You're going to London! I have to stay here with Red and Ms. White. This is not pucktastic!"

"Aw, c'mon, Marshmallow," a boy around Sabrina's age said. He smirked. "You'll have the chores to do in my room to keep you busy."

"I'm not cleaning your room, Puck." Daphne made a face before grinning. "Maybe you can get Sabrina to do it, instead. You know, in those maid outfits…"

"Daphne!" Sabrina snapped, her face turning red. Puck snickered.

Sabrina turned on him, and he paled. "Um, I'll just…go that way…" He left the room in a flash, leaving Daphne and Sabrina alone.

Sabrina shot her sister an irritated look. "That wasn't funny, Daphne."

"Yes, it was."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She gave her sister a smile. "And calm down. Whatever is happening in London won't even match up to Ferryport Landing. Even if most of the Everafters are gone, there are still some pretty whacky people here." Sabrina laughed. "You and Red will probably have more fun here then we will over there."

"I doubt it!" Puck's voice called.

"Shut up!" Sabrina yelled. She ruffled her sister's hair. "I'll see you in two weeks, Daph."

"Okay." Daphne followed her sister towards the front door, where Puck, her grandmother, Relda, and her uncle Jake were waiting.

"Take care, liebling," Granny Relda told her granddaughter. "Tell Snow I said hello, and wake up Red before lunch."

Her Uncle Jake chuckled. "Have fun, Daphne."

"Wait." Daphne stopped her uncle. "Are you and Puck gonna stay after you guys come back?"

Uncle Jake smiled. "For about a month, and then we're going to Africa."

Daphne's eyes widened, but before she could utter a sound, there was a loud honk from outside.

"See you later, Daph. Be good for Ms. White."

"Yeah, I know." As soon as her Uncle got in the car, Daphne shut the door. She pouted, leaning against it. She was twelve, for the love of gravy. Why did she need a babysitter?

Before she could finish her sulking, the phone started to ring. Daphne picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Daphne?"

"Oh, hi, Ms. White."

There was a muffled voice from the other end of the line, and Snow sighed. "I need you to tell your grandmother I won't be able to make it. Something came up, and I don't have the time to spare to watch over you and Red."

A smile creeped up on Daphne's face. "Don't worry, Ms. White. I'll tell her."

"Thank you, Daphne. Tell her I said hello." Without another word, Snow hung up.

So she would be home alone! Well, not entirely alone. There was Red and Elvis...

This was going to be fun.

Just some random idea I got. Hopefully will be more funnier in future chapters.