A/N: Hello, me again. I've missed posting on this site. This new story is something I've been working on for a while. I've been wondering what it would be like for Sabrina and Daphne to grow up as immortals in the 21st century, and so here is what I imagine they (and the other Everafters) would go through.

It'll also be a lot about P & S, and a lot less hardcore plot-driven than Tales from the Tundra. I don't mean that there won't be a plot; just that instead of a short-term big adventure, this will be the long-term life of the Grimm family, with little adventures and a lot of stuff to tie it in all together, and an underlying theme of reconstructing the Everafter community after the fall of the barrier. I'm also attempting to write this in third person omniscient, which I've never done before, so if anyone has any tips or critiques I'm certainly all ears.

Sabrina & Puck are 14 in the beginning and Daphne is 10, so we're about two years after the end of Book 9. Forget the epilogues.

Also, somebody help—do we know Sabrina's birthday? My guess is March.

Anyways, please enjoy the beginning of this new story and let me know what you think!

PART ONE.

The angle of the moon shifted, and new beams washed into the living room. Curled up on the couch, Sabrina was struggling to write in her journal and didn't notice when the soapy silver light from the window was blocked for just a moment by a shadow.

Lately, there hadn't been much to write about. It had been two years since the war, two years since everything had quieted down in Ferryport Landing, and aside from a few cases here and there, life was pretty much peaceful. Sabrina wasn't on high alert anymore.

She flipped backwards in her book, skimming entries from her time in New York City with vague interest. Once the barrier had dropped, there had been a mass exodus of Everafters from town, including the newly immortalized Grimm family. Henry, Veronica, Sabrina, Daphne, and baby Basil had moved back to the city for a bit, needing distance from the aftermath and prepared to carry on with their lives. But it had been too surreal, even for Henry, to adjust back to the hustle and bustle of mortal New York City with the knowledge of the underground world of Everafter that existed around them, among them, within them. And it became evident through phone calls that Granny was lonely, down in the house that had once been teeming with family. The Grimms had left, Uncle Jake and Puck were off seeing the world, and Red, Tobias, and Pinocchio had traveled to Asia to search for a way to permanently banish the wolf. So, they'd taken some time and made the decision to move back to Ferryport Landing.

One of the boards on the front porch creaked. Sabrina paused, decided it was nothing, and turned back to the current entry she was stuck on. The house was old enough to make all sorts of strange noises.

She put pen to paper and carried on writing about the end of summer. The Ferryport Landing they'd returned to was different than the one Sabrina had first encountered as a lonely orphan on a train on the way to meet a grandmother who wasn't supposed to exist. The fall of the barrier had led to an expansion more rapid than the little town had ever seen—new businesses and humans were moving in, the remnants of the Scarlet Hand were being built over.

Goldilocks, the city planner, had raised new schools, and Boarman and Swineheart had built Sabrina her own bedroom. She'd even made some new friends, mortal ones, and she slept soundly at night knowing that her entire family was safely down the hall where she could keep an eye on them. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she was home.

Tomorrow was her first day of high school. After completing most of eighth grade in Ferryport Landing's new middle school, she was actually excited to start ninth grade. Her friend Alex was in her homeroom and Rachel was in her lunch period, she'd heard mostly good things about her teachers, and her parents would be there when she came home. Everything was on track to go perfectly tomorrow.

And then there was a rattling of a key in a lock. The noise ripped through the peaceful silence so aggressively that Sabrina dropped her book in her lap and sat up straight. Her eyes flew to the grandfather clock in the corner. Just a few minutes after 10 PM, late enough that everyone else was in bed. Looking around for a weapon, Sabrina ran through her mental list of housemates, trying to think of who could be on the porch with a legitimate set of keys but hadn't bothered to knock.

Granny, definitely asleep by now. Veronica and Hank, upstairs, she had watched them go ten minutes ago. Daphne, in the shower. Sabrina could hear the water running. Red, Tobias, and Pinnocchio, on a separate continent.

She dropped her book and picked up an encyclopedia from the coffee table. Then she slunk through the living room and pressed her back against the wall behind the door.

This wasn't the first time someone had gotten ahold of someone's key ring and made copies. Of course, last time it had been Charming, with some misguided idea that it would be fine for him to show up unannounced to borrow something, but since he'd left with a black eye, Sabrina knew it had to be someone more sinister this time.

There was the knock, releasing the magical lock.

"We're home!"

She knew that voice. It was deeper, but regardless of pitch, she would know that voice anywhere. The encyclopedia slipped from Sabrina's fingers and she took several steps back into the living room. Before she could recover and either walk away, sit back down, or do anything that would look more natural than just standing there gawking, the door swung open.

Suitcases and boys spilled into the house. Sabrina stared, her chest suddenly tight, at the sight of them. It had been two years. She'd forgotten how long of a time that was.

"'Brina!" Uncle Jake looked the same as he had when he'd left, except he was tanner and perhaps dirtier. He crushed her in a hug and she was overwhelmed by the scent of sweat. "It's been a while! You got taller!"

"You got smellier," Sabrina replied, wrinkling her nose as she pulled away.

"Well, we've been traveling for about 30 hours at this point," Uncle Jake replied cheerfully, stepping around her and leaving her face-to-face with Puck, who was sporting ripped jeans and a green hoodie that was slightly darker than his old one. She stared at him, shocked by how well she remembered his face after their time apart and by how long his hair was, barely hearing Uncle Jake continue, "Meaning I've been wearing the same shirt for 30 hours, and that's what happens."

"Speak for yourself. We could travel for weeks and I would still smell fantastic," said Puck, smirking as he pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Hello, Stinkpot. Miss me?"

Puck's arrogance was what made Sabrina snap out of it. She felt her stomach turn to ice. So much for peacefully enjoying her life in Ferryport Landing.

"Not for a minute." She crossed her arms, disconcerted by how far she had to tilt her head to properly glare at him.

"So, where is everybody?" Uncle Jake asked brightly, wandering into the living room.

"They're in bed. The first day of school is tomorrow."

"I know," said Uncle Jake with a nervous grin. "That's why we're back."

Sabrina blinked in confusion, and turned back to Puck, who was wearing a look of uncharacteristic nausea.

"Oh, no," she said.

Uncle Jake was nodding. "Oh, yeah. Puck is starting high school with you."

"What? Why?" Sabrina snapped, all confidence she felt about the next day evaporating. "Why…you don't need to go to high school…?"

"Well, I can see why you need to go to high school, seeing as you can barely string two words together," Puck said, pushing past her to flop down on the couch that she had just so recently vacated. Sabrina thought longingly of a time two minutes ago when she'd been blissfully unaware what was coming. "Honestly, I'm shocked you haven't fainted in joy yet. We're in the same homeroom!"

Sabrina fought the urge to gag.

"Uncle Jake, what is happening? How come you didn't tell anyone you're coming back after two years for Puck's education, that doesn't sound like something either one of you would do!" Sabrina drew breath, her mind racing, and continued as the thought occurred to her, "Why does Puck know what a homeroom is?"

"He was here for sixth grade, remember?" Uncle Jake replied, tilting his head and looking at his eldest niece in confusion. "Where are your Grimm deduction skills, 'Brina?"

"Does he even know how to write? Or do math? I mean, he's the heir to the throne of Faerie! What good is a high school diploma going to do him?" Sabrina's heart was beating very fast. She curled her hands into fists so neither guy would see how they shook with rage.

"I've always known what math is," Puck said defensively.

"Two years ago, you couldn't count to three without my help!"

"Look, Puck and I have talked, and while there's a lot of reasons for him to go through high school, now isn't the time to discuss them," Uncle Jake said, cutting off Puck's snarky response with a wave of his hand. "I know this was a surprise, but won't it be bad! He'll fit right in, what with the fact that he's still growing and all."

It had been an offhand comment, but Sabrina whirled around to look at Puck again anyways. His legs seemed too long for his body and his hands were large in proportion to his arms. Like the other boys she knew, he was caught somewhere in between boyhood and manhood, growing at an uneven rate.

It was not often that Sabrina could place Puck in the same category as other boys. She tilted her head and looked at him like he was a strange animal in a zoo. Puck stuck his tongue out in return, made self-conscious by the intensity of her stare for reasons he didn't understand.

"Jake told me that at high school, you can eat pizza every day for lunch if you want," Puck supplied, trying to distract himself from the unwelcome feeling by using the fact she was staring at him as an excuse to stare back. Her hair had gotten longer, and she looked—older, more grown up, in some way he couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Did you inform him about any of the other, less happy parts of high school?" Sabrina muttered, turning back to her uncle. And then she threw over her shoulder, "It's not even good pizza, anyways."

Puck sat up straight, his heart suddenly pounding. "What?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, and the three turned to see Daphne coming toward them in a fluffy robe, scrolling through something on her phone.

"What's going on, Sabrina? I heard voices." Then she looked up and let out a shriek of joy, her phone clattering to the ground as she hopped the creaky step at the bottom of the stairs and launched herself into Uncle Jake's waiting arms.

"Can we backtrack on this pizza thing?" Puck asked.

Sabrina put her hands up in surrender. "I'm going to bed, everyone. Goodnight."

"Goodnight!" Daphne chirped.

Sabrina flopped onto her bed in her room. When they'd returned to Ferryport Landing, Boarman and Swineheart had offered to build her and Daphne their own rooms, since Hank and Veronica were planning on moving into the room they'd all shared across the years. Sabrina had accepted, quickly turning down their suggestion to do what they had for Puck—she wanted to be able to have friends over, thank you very much—and had opted for a normal room, one that was clean and bright blue and quiet. They'd honored her wishes, surprising her only with a large bay window and a window seat that, when opened with a key, could store much more than it would seem based on how it looked. At the time had loved the gesture for its kindness, simplicity and privacy, and now she found a new appreciation for it as she began to Puck-proof her room, throwing old diaries and bras and snacks into its depths.

Once she'd run out of things to hide, Sabrina stopped in front of her mirror and let out a frustrated sigh. This was unbelievable. They couldn't have called ahead as a warning, or just stayed away entirely? Instead, Puck was back, no doubt with a thousand pranks up his sleeve, and the first day of school that Sabrina had carefully planned out in her head was ruined.

She couldn't believe how much he'd grown. It had made her heart pound to see him, and she only hoped it was out of anger.

Sabrina woke up the next day with dread in her heart. In the gray light of morning, she slowly got dressed in an outfit she'd picked days in advance, half-heartedly fought Daphne for the bathroom, and then dragged her feet down the stairs to breakfast.

"Liebling, look who's back! Isn't this wonderful?" Granny Relda gushed from the head of the table as soon as she came into view.

"Just great," Sabrina grumbled, flopping into her seat and grabbing a piece of toast from the center of the table. She noticed that the two chairs that had been moved to the corners of the dining room after Tobias and Red's departure had been squeezed back around the table.

Uncle Jake winked at Sabrina, reading her scowl better than he should have been able to after two years away. "'Brina here was the first to know we were back. She caught us as we tried to sneak quietly in the front door last night."

Puck was the next to stomp down the stairs in a way that was so depressing, he gave Sabrina a run for her money.

"God, now we have two mopey teenagers in the house. Does life get better than this? Good morning, sweetheart," Hank said, kissing his daughter on the side of the head as she rolled her eyes. "Welcome back, Puck, Jake."

Puck pressed his lips together and then said in a voice that was dripping sarcasm, "We're starting high school, Hank. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Dropping into the empty chair next to Sabrina, he turned to her and pointed an accusatory finger. "This is all your fault still, you know."

Sabrina dropped her fork and glared at him. "How?"

Puck placed three pancakes from the tall stack in the center of the table on his plate, set his plate down in the middle of the table, and took the rest of the stack. "It just is. You're the one who hit me with the puberty virus."

Sabrina gave Uncle Jake an accusing glare. "You were able to convince him to go to school but couldn't go over what puberty actually is?"

"Oh, I have. He knows. I think he's just giving you a hard time," Uncle Jake said matter-of-factly, reaching for the syrup. Puck turned to Sabrina and gave her a wide, mocking smile. Sabrina's stomach turned at the sight of the half-chewed food in his mouth and whatever appetite was left in her nervous stomach vanished.

"I missed making your life miserable," said Puck. Across the table, Hank massaged his temples.

"The past two years have gone great, thanks for asking. I'm so glad you're back to ruin the next four!"

With that, Sabrina swept her dirty dishes off the table and stormed into the kitchen. "Give it a few days, Puck, and you'll regret coming back here to go to high school."

"Sabrina's going into high school, but I'm going into sixth grade," Daphne announced from her seat. "Are we sure Puck shouldn't also be entering sixth grade? I mean, is he ready for ninth?"

Crossing her arms, Sabrina, who had returned to lean against the doorframe, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, good point, Daphne. Have you ever done Algebra, Snotface? Maybe he could go to preschool with Basil instead."

Around a mouthful of food, Puck asked, "What is an Algebra?"

Uncle Jake, however, cut in. "Puck does have a basic understanding of a lot of concepts from our travels. When we were treasure hunting, we had to read old texts, we were constantly learning foreign languages, he knows European history well, having lived it. He even started keeping a Grimm journal."

There were noises of surprise from around the table. Puck waved his arms in alarm and forced himself to swallow. "Hold on, Jake. That isn't a Grimm journal. That was just a place to record our adventures in case we ever needed to look back on them."

"That is what a Grimm journal is," Daphne interjected.

Uncle Jake held up a placating hand. "Doesn't matter what kind of journal it is. The point I'm trying to make is that he's had practice reading, writing, and critical thinking. Puck will be just fine."

He sat back in his chair and refocused his attention on breakfast. Puck took a breath, calmer now after Uncle Jake's words, and tried not to notice how Granny Relda was watching him in concern.

"I also have an announcement," Veronica said once everyone had settled down again. "We're hosting a meeting with Robin Hood and a few other close friends this Friday, so nobody make plans. I won't say anything more now, but I think you all will find it very interesting."

"What are we going to be talking about?" Sabrina asked.

"I think we'll let Robin Hood handle that," Granny replied in a tone that suggested this was not up for debate. "All right, kids, time to go. Sabrina, you'll drop Daphne off at the middle school, right?"

Fifteen minutes later, Sabrina hugged a nervous Daphne goodbye on the stairs on Ferryport Landing Middle and carried on down the street to the high school. Puck was sullen and silent beside her, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and Sabrina found herself eyeing him, wary of this version of Puck who had suddenly appeared. She knew she needed to stay on defense, but he looked ridiculously normal, fiddling with the straps of his new backpack like he didn't know how to wear it. Someone—Uncle Jake, she supposed—had taught him how to run a comb through his hair, and he was cleaner than she had ever seen him.

"So, what did Uncle Jake do to convince you to come back here?" Sabrina asked when he caught her looking.

"He didn't do anything. It's simple. We left and now we're back, that's all," Puck said, looking at her sideways. When Sabrina didn't respond, he sighed, figuring it would be okay to tell one person, and grumbled, "Plus he said there's something top secret that's about to happen here and we need to be a part of it."

Sabrina ground to a halt. "Top secret? Am I a part of it?"

Puck wheeled around. "I don't know. He wouldn't say anything else."

"Wait," Sabrina said, holding up her hands. "Something so top secret it'll keep you here for four whole years?"

Puck frowned and repeated, "I don't know."

"Ugh." Sabrina bit her lip and then started walking again, unable to keep her mind off of the first day of high school, regardless of top secret missions. "Let me see your schedule."

He fished a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over. Sabrina pulled hers out as well and compared them as the walked, her blood pressure rising as she did.

"We have almost every class together!" She said, and let out a growl of frustration. "Why would Uncle Jake do that?"

Puck snatched the papers from her and read them himself. "I have to spend all day with you? That sounds awful! What was that?"

Puck stopped so suddenly that Sabrina walked past him.

"What was what?" Sabrina asked, but Puck simply held a finger to his lips and waited, trying to locate the source of the sound that had whispered in his ear.

"Over here," he said, turning off the sidewalk and stepping into the woods beyond. Ferryport Landing might be more developed than it once was, but even with school walking distance from the Grimm house, the forest was still everywhere.

"Puck, we're going to be late," Sabrina called after him. She crossed her arms, briefly debating leaving him to do whatever it was he was doing before following him.

Puck wove between trees and stepped through brambles, his bright blue backpack making him easy to follow. He scanned the trees and the undergrowth, searching for clues.

Sabrina realized that he was tracking something and began to look as well, noting a few broken tree branches and places in the undergrowth that looked trampled.

She felt irritation prickle her skin. How had Puck picked up on some slight clue that she'd missed? She was the one who was an expert tracker.

"How did you know there was something over here?"

"We spent a few weeks in the Amazon," he replied, distracted. "I heard the same sort of the thing there."

Dropping to his knees, he plucked something of the ground. Sabrina approached him and leaned to look over his shoulder. Puck held the thing up higher—a small piece of torn fabric, brown with dried blood. He turned to look at Sabrina, one eyebrow cocked.

"You probably shouldn't touch that," Sabrina said, wrinkling her nose.

"Has anything weird happened while Jake and I were gone, or did everything seem to calm down after the barrier dropped?" Puck asked.

"It calmed down for sure," Sabrina said, checking her watch.

Puck held the fabric up to his nose and then looked up. "It's too quiet. Whatever left this behind must have taken flight."

He stood and seemed to brace himself for a minute. "Ow!"

"What?"

"My backpack is getting in the way of my wings!"

"Puck, come on! It's the first day and we're going to be late. You can't fly away right now."

"You're such a nerd," Puck replied scathingly. "And I could too fly away."

They returned to the sidewalk and finished the walk to school, where Sabrina had what had to be the worst first day of school of her life, followed by one of the worst first weeks of school she'd experienced. Sabrina had been prepared to get lost in the hallways, which she had once, and forget her locker combination, which she had twice, and walk into the wrong classroom, which she had three whole times. She had even prepared herself to deal with the secondhand embarrassment brought on by Puck. Puck seemed to have forgotten all of the rules that exist in human schooling, including having to ask to use the bathroom, having real deadlines, and the fact that students would get penalized for not being in school from 7:43 to 2:17, whether or not he actually wanted to be there. After several incidents that ended in Granny or Jake showing up at the principal's office, Sabrina was ready to strangle him for inadvertently pulling her into the spotlight with him.

Because, although Ferryport Landing High was such a young school that the appearance of a new boy should not have been an anomaly, Robin Goodfellow had managed to capture the attention of his fellow classmates within minutes of his arrival. All of the other freshman girls seemed fascinated by his existence for a single reason that made Sabrina want to pull her hair out: Puck had gotten hot.

And this was a problem that Sabrina had found herself wholly unprepared for.

It wasn't that he was hot, not actually, Sabrina told herself. But he given his four-thousand-year lead on his classmates, he was comfortable enough in his own skin to seem more attractive than the other fourteen-year-old boys in their grade. Their classmates were so in awe of him that no one had even questioned the quick establishment of his nickname.

And somehow, they all knew that Sabrina lived with him.

On Thursday, Sabrina slid into her desk for first period Spanish and was unpacking her backpack when her friend Arianna dropped into the seat next to her and spun to face her so fast that Sabrina didn't know how she didn't get whiplash.

"I cannot believe you get to see Puck whenever you want," she gushed.

Sabrina resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the two girls in the row in front of them turned around. Although she knew them, Sabrina had never talked to either of them before.

"You live with Puck?" asked Emily.

Sabrina felt her cheeks warm. "Yes."

"Wait, why? Is he your cousin or something?" Anna prodded.

"Uh," Sabrina began, trying to remember the story Granny Relda and Uncle Jake had forged the hour before the first day of school. "No, my grandma actually fostered him for a while and then my uncle in Philadelphia adopted him, and they just moved back to town this summer."

Emily put a hand over her heart. "He was a foster kid?"

"What happened to his parents, does he remember them?"

"Why did your uncle adopt him and not your grandmother?"

The start of class spared Sabrina from answering, which was good, because her head was starting to pound. As the teacher began to drone on, Sabrina sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, feeling unsettled. She'd known from the moment Tobias told them he'd written them into the Book of Everafter that immortality came with a price. But it wasn't until the first week of having Puck around that she realized how steep that price was. When she had to lie about who Puck really was, it felt like she was, by extension, lying about herself. And she realized, sitting in the back of her Spanish classroom, that she would be lying about who she was, who her family was, for the rest of her life. Her headache intensified, and as the teacher dropped a thick packet of vocabulary on her desk, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a groan.

"I know," Arianna mutter conspirationally, leaning into the gap between their desks. "Mrs. Chandler is the worst. My sister had her a few years ago and she said she assigns this much homework all year round."

She rolled her eyes. Sabrina forced a smile onto her face and said something truthful for the first time since she'd sat down.

"This year is going to be awful."

And so by the time Sabrina dragged herself through the front door of the Grimm household on Friday afternoon, she was worn out and sick of dealing with people. All she wanted was to lie in her bed and watch Netflix, but Robin Hood was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a plate of lime green cookies that Granny had set out. In the insanity of the week, she'd completely forgotten they were having a meeting.

"Welcome home! How was school?" Granny asked, bustling into the dining room with a stack of journals on hand. Before Sabrina, Puck, or Daphne could answer, she was ushering them into the living room, where she'd added a bunch of chairs, creating a circle of seats with the couches.

"Granny, it looks like you're hosting a cult meeting," Sabrina said as the old woman pushed her into a chair.

Granny laughed. "Don't be silly, liebling! Now, listen out for the secret knock, will you? Do not open the door unless whoever's outside does the secret knock!"

"What is this meeting about?" Daphne yelled around a mouthful of cookie crumbs. She and Puck had been bugging the adults all week to tell them, to no avail.

"You'll find out when it starts!" Veronica called from the kitchen. Daphne sat back with a huff. Puck pulled out his phone, and Sabrina closed her eyes and pretended she was elsewhere.

"Thank you all for joining us today. Please be seated," Robin Hood said about twenty minutes later, looking up from his legal pad to scan the room. The entire Grimm family and a smattering of Everafters were present, and Robin Hood waited patiently for everyone to find a seat before continuing. "I call to order the first unofficial meeting of the Council of Everafter. Our objective is to integrate the Everafter and human communities that exist after the fall of the barrier, while keeping humans from discovering our presence. Veronica."

Sabrina glanced at Daphne, who looked back at her in confusion. Whatever she'd been expecting from this meeting, it hadn't been this. Based on confused looks around the room, the Grimm sisters weren't the only ones who'd been left in the dark.

From the seat on Robin Hood's left, Veronica spoke. "We have gathered you all here today to present our case and ask for you to join us. For those of you who don't know, the Council of Everafter was established about a year after the war ended, and the founding members—Robin Hood, Little John, Snow White, Relda, Tobias, and I—have chosen each of you individually with the hope that you'll help us build a new government. The only people invited who were unable to attend today were Tobias Clay and Red Riding Hood. Otherwise, we have kept our plans on a strict need-to-know basis, and ask that you do not disclose them with anyone outside this circle, at least not yet."

Sabrina fidgeted in her chair and looked around at the Everafters present—Snow White and Charming, Hamstead, Baba Yaga, Buzzflower, Morgan and Mordred, and Robin Hood and Little John. A few years ago, this scenario would have made her hostile and nauseous. She would have questioned whether they could be trusted. Now, she just felt uncomfortable in a vague sort of way that had to do with the fact that she was now one of them. The same, and yet so different.

"First item on the agenda today is to discuss the Everafter population. Recently, Morgan le Fay has helped me monitor the movement of Everafters after the fall of the barrier," Robin Hood continued, waving his hand. A map tacked to a corkboard appeared behind him and hovered in thin air. Another wave, and sixteen smaller versions of the map appeared and soared into each person's lap.

Sabrina looked down at hers. It was a world map, with glowing red dots scattered across it. Most of the dots were concentrated in the New York area, with a gigantic red splotch over New York City.

"Each dot represents a population center, where Everafters who were once trapped by the barrier are currently residing," Robin Hood continued. Sabrina had never seen him so composed and professional. "Bigger dots have higher populations. As you can see, while many of us remain in the area, many more have spread across the globe. We have population centers in California, Scotland, South Africa, and Australia. Between Faerie and a lot of Everafters that moved from Ferryport Landing, our greatest population concentration is in New York City."

"Titania recently reached out to me to say they some of our people have been creating problems. It seems that after centuries in Ferryport Landing, some Everafters have forgotten why we need secrecy, why the barrier was created in the first place. Her fairy godfathers have had to dust humans who, thanks to certain Everafters who shall not be named, accidentally led them to Faerie," Granny Relda said. "Humans get hostile when they find things they don't control or understand."

"This is just one example of Everafters running around wreaking havoc on the local humans and accidentally exposing the Everafters who were smart enough to stay out of the spotlight for this long. They're using magic in broad daylight and not bothering to dust bystanders," said Robin Hood. "When we first heard about these incidences, we realized that we need to have some sort of rulebook for twenty-first century Everafters. We need laws, we need law enforcement, we need a structure that will keep the human world from discovering our secrets."

"Obviously, this is something that has never been attempted before," Snow cut in. "Getting it right will be tricky."

"Basically, we have called you all here because we are interested in your help with building the foundation of a new set of Everafter laws," Robin Hood continued. "Little John and I have the training to write them. Snow and Charming have experience in local government, Puck understands the Everafter monarchy system, Hamstead was a sheriff not only here but also in the city, and the Grimm family has a strong background in detective work. The rest of you have strong backgrounds in magic and can help us figure out how to contact people and organize this well."

"We're looking to enlist your family as a sort of secret service," Little John explained quietly to Sabrina, and Daphne, seeing their blank stares. "Like what you've been doing in town, but on a larger scale."

Daphne bit down on her palm. She had been doing this less frequently lately, which was how Sabrina knew she was extra excited. "You mean, you want us to be spies?"

Little John shrugged and nodded.

"Whoa," said Hank, holding up his hands. "Perhaps the adults can help, but Sabrina and Daphne are far too young for this sort of thing."

Sabrina scowled. "No, we're not."

"We're two years older than we were when we saved the world," Daphne added. "We're also immortal, so age is literally but a number."

Hank looked at Veronica for help, but she just gave him a crooked smile.

"You knew about this all along, didn't you?" Hank asked his wife.

The smile melted into a smirk. "Yes, dear. You and I both know that the girls will be fine."

"I'm always the last person to find out about things," Hank grumbled, but he sat back in his chair and didn't argue further. Sabrina thought that her father had mellowed out since their return to Ferryport Landing, perhaps because nothing the girls threw at him could match the trauma they'd all experienced during the war.

"Last order of business," said Robin Hood. "The Scarlet Hand."

All side conversations ceased, and a heavy silence rolled over the room.

Robin Hood sat with his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped, and waited until he had everyone's full attention.

"We have a strong reason to believe that they are regrouping," he said solemnly. "Yes, the Grimm girls destroyed the Master, yes, many members died and renounced their ways after the barrier fell, but that was only within Ferryport Landing. The Scarlet Hand is worldwide, and now that Ferryport Landing has rejoined the outside world, the outer reaches of the Scarlet Hand are our problem as well."

"Not to mention," Little John cut in, "That all of the members of the Scarlet Hand that we trapped in the castle during the war were also freed when the barrier dropped. Who knows where they all are now, or where their loyalties lie."

"In short, it's time that we organized ourselves as Everafters, and we're looking for a small, dedicated team of people to help us do. You've heard what we have to say. I urge you all to go home and take a few days to mull our offer over. We'll be reaching out to each of you individually over the course of the week to go over this in more detail, but we hope that you each decide to come on board."

Robin Hood stood and clapped Little John on the shoulder. "Meeting adjourned."