First fanfic in a while… bear with me.

Notes:

Post Book 7

Post Everafter War: I'm not going into details. Haha. To lazy.

Mirror has been changed into Harry (from Charming's mirror) with Bunny Lancaster's help

Everyone still lives in Granny's house, except Uncle Jake

Jake lives in Fort Charming with Mallobarb and Buzzflower. He is still very broken but mending.

Scarlet Hand is TOTALLY GONE. Nottingham, Queen of Hearts, etc are all dead.

William Charming is mayor of Ferryport Landing

Apprx. Four years after war.

Specific ages: Sabrina & Puck: 16, Daphne & Red: 12 (Red aged to be with Daphne in school, and will continue aging at the same rate until she is 18)

(Red still has some anxiety issues)

Little Grimm boy, Anthony: 6.

Adults are around late thirties/early forties-ish.

Granny & Mr. Canis are still grandparent-age-ish. So, ya know, old.

This might get weird. Or cynical. Or just plain bizarre. Oh well.

If you're still reading this, thanks! Have an imaginary cyber lollipop.

"PUCK! I HATE YOU!" Sabrina screeched. The boy-fairy flashed her a mischievous grin, and quickly high-tailed himself out of the hall and into his room. Sabrina stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen angrily. "Granny Relda! Mom! Dad!" The three adults looked up from the table where they were drinking their morning coffee and watching the youngest Grimm offspring, Anthony.

"Sabrina!" Anthony shouted happily.

"What's the matter, libeling?" Granny Relda asked.

"Puck edited my English Literature assignment." Sabrina snapped.

"In what way?" Veronica Grimm questioned with a playful smirk. Sabrina shoved the essay into her hands.

"It was supposed to be on The Tempest and it's themes and morals, because that's the story we're reading and analyzing by Shakespeare. Puck rewrote it as an autobiography! Read some of it! I can't turn it in even for partial credit!"

'I, the incredibly annoying and ugly Sabrina Grimm, know that this assignment was on Shakespeare's lesser-known story The Tempest, but I could not write about something that boring. I've decided to make this paper on the dashing Trickster King, Puck, and his adventures as the Prince of Fairies, Emperor of Pixies/Brownies/Hobgoblins/Elves/Gnomes, King of Prank-Players, and spiritual leader to juvenile delinquents, layabouts, and bad apples.'

"Well," chucked Henry Grimm. "If the introduction glamorizes Puck like this, I wonder what he says in the body paragraphs." Sabrina moaned.

"DAD! What am I supposed to do? I don't need another bad grade because of the wit-less wonder!" Sabrina buried her face in her hands.

"Hey, for your information, I have plenty of wit. I am filled to my handsome ears with wit. You are jealous of the amount of wit I possess." Puck sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen at just the right moment to hear Sabrina and her complaints. Sabrina threw her hands into the air and stomped out of the kitchen. She ran upstairs, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out the door. Puck grinned devilishly and yelled upstairs.

"Sabrina and I are leaving, Marshmallow! Bye Red! Have a good day at school!"

"Bye Puck!" Daphne yelled back. Red appeared at the top of the stairs and gave Puck a little wave. He grinned wider and ran to catch up with Sabrina. She hadn't made it very far, but she still was walking at a very brisk pace.

'I never realized how long Sabrina's legs are.' Puck thought to himself. Suddenly, he tripped over a stick.

"Ooof!" he managed to spin while falling and landed on his side instead of his face. "Stupid legs." Puck muttered while picking himself up and dusting off his clothes. Sabrina must have heard him fall, and stopped to turn around and laugh.

"Smooth move, oh-graceful-one." She snorted and immediately covered her nose with her hands, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Did you just snort at my misfortune?" Puck's eyebrows were raised incredulously. "Well, Grimm, you are eventually going to regret that." He smirked. Sabrina's eyes narrowed.

"Really? How so, stinkface?" She glared at the tall, tan, dirty-blonde haired boy, when she suddenly found herself thinking about how, well, polished Puck looked. His outfit consisted of dark wash jeans and a green billabong tee shirt that perfectly complimented his emerald eyes. The second thought that ran through Sabrina's mind was that she was glaring upwards. Puck had grown a good six inches in the last three months, and was now much taller then Sabrina.

"Hello, anyone in there? Are ya just gonna keep staring at my beautifully flawless face or apologize for the snide comment? And, for the record, I happen to smell delicious, thank you very much." Puck waved his hand in front of Sabrina's face.

"What? Oh, sorry, zoned out there." Sabrina blushed. Puck shrugged.

"Whatever, let's just get to school." She nodded and began walking again. Puck fell into pace beside her, and neither teen said another word until they parted ways inside the hallways of Ferryport Junior High.

*****

"Um, Ms. Andreash? May I turn in my essay tomorrow? I had some… problems at home and now my paper is less than satisfactory." Sabrina bit her lip nervously. Her teacher was not known as the most sympathetic woman on the planet. The grey-haired woman's grey eyes pierced Sabrina's brown ones.

"You will get extra points taken off, you know that?" Ms. Andreash's tone was harsh, but had a twinge of sympathy. Sabrina nodded and gave her teacher a thankful smile. It looked like Puck hadn't totally screwed up her grades for this trimester. She took her seat, pulled out her notebook, and paid close attention to the lecture Ms. Andreash had just begun.

*****

When the bell for lunch finally rang, Puck leaped out of his chair and quickly darted towards his locker. Under the name of 'Robin Goodfellow', his locker had conveniently been assigned write next to Sabrina's. He shoved his books inside the metal cabinet and tried to look nonchalant by leaning against the lockers to wait for the blonde Grimm. And there she was, strolling down the hall towards her locker with… a guy? Who was the idiot who would even think about walking with Sabrina Grimm? Sure, she had a flawless complexion, a beautiful face, mesmerizing eyes, long and slender yet muscular legs, and a bust that was, uhm, bountiful, but that didn't give random guys the reason to talk to Sabrina! Puck reasoning in his mind convinced him why other guys would want to talk to Sabrina, and he quickly began a plan to rid her of the unwanted attention from the Don Juan accompanying her.

"Hey babe. Last night was really great, we should do it again sometime." Puck grabbed Sabrina around the waist. "I had no idea what a tiger you were." Puck glared at the buffoon who was hitting on Sabrina, and pulled her so she was practically grinding up on him.

"Puck, what the hell!" Sabrina tried in vain to push away, but Puck had an iron grip on her. Don Juan put his hands up as if to admit defeat and walked away. Puck let go and took a step out of hitting range. "I hate you! I was just about to get a date with Chase, and you ruined it!" Sabrina raised her fist threateningly, but backed down when she noticed a teacher in the halls.

"I told you that you were gonna regret making fun of me." Puck smiled. "Besides, you obviously didn't want that date because I know for a fact that you could've gotten away from me and you didn't. Admit it, you love being in close contact with me. You can't get enough of, this." The Trickster King gestured towards his body with a flourish of his hands.

Sabrina opened her mouth and let out a shriek of frustration. She stormed off and Puck watched her meet up with her friends, obviously in a bad mood. Mission accomplished.