~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~PRIMA BALLERINA(S)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Granny," said Daphne. "I want to take ballet."
"That's wonderful libeling!" said Granny cheerfully. "Ballet, is a wonderful dance form! So flowing, so graceful, so beautiful…" she gazed off in the distance. "I used to take ballet when I was a wee girl."
Sabrina almost choked on her milk. Granny Relda?! In tights and a tutu?!
"Can I take it Granny?! Please, please PLEEEEEEASE?!" pleaded Daphne.
"Of course libeling! Do you know of any dance studios in Fairy Port Landing?"
"Yes!" cried Daphne. "It's umm… right next to…umm… I don't remember."
"That's ok libeling." said Granny sympathetically. "We'll find it." Granny looked up. "Sabrina, please go get Puck, we are going to find a dance studio for all of you!"
"Sure." muttered Sabrina. All she needed was her little sister to become a famous ballerina prodigy or something. Just one more thing for her to be good at!
She arrived at Puck's bedroom door.
"HEY! SNOT FACE!" she yelled. "GRANNY TOLD ME TO GET YOU!"
Puck's face poked out behind the door. "Go away ugly, tell the old lady I'm busy."
"You tell her lazy bum!" Sabrina shot back. "We have to get in the car to find a studio for Daphne. She wants to take dance."
"Oh ho ho!" Puck chortled. "So marsh-mellow and ugly are going to be prancing around in pink a few times a week! Won't that make up for the old lady getting rid of the cable television! Won't that be amusing!"
"I'm not taking it!" Sabrina fumed. And then, it hit her, Granny's words: "Sabrina, please go get Puck, we are going to find a dance studio for allof you!"
"Oh, snap." Sabrina muttered. And then, another thought hit her. "Hey, how can you say that? You're going to be taking it too!" and with that, she skipped down stairs.
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"I AM NOT GOING TO BE PRANCING AROUND IN TIGHTS!" screamed Puck, his face turning redder, and redder after every single word.
"Puck, get down here please," Granny said looking up at the flying boy.
Puck stopped flapping his wings. Her flopped down to earth.
"I thought that you children aren't getting enough physical exercise."
"PHYSICAL?!!! DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT PHYSICAL!" Puck screamed, his wings popping out of his back and lifting him off the ground again. "EVERY DAY, I BREAK MY BACK LIFTING UGLY, AND SAVING HER FROM MONSTERS, AND YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ABOUT PHYSICAL?! GOSH, MY BEAUTIFUL WINGS ARE SORE RIGHT NOW!"
"Then stop flying, smart one." Sabrina muttered.
Granny, Sabrina, Daphne, and Puck, were standing(and flying) in the parking lot next to "MOTION, the dance studio for all ages!". They had finally found the studio Daphne had seen in car trips (after and hour of looking for it).
"Puck, please just come with us into the building. At least meet the teachers or something."
"Yeah, please, hurry up!" Daphne moaned. "I have to start my training in becoming a BEAUTIFUL ballerina!"
"Why do I have to take a stinkin' dance class anyways?!" said Puck.
"For their protection." explained Granny. "What if the scarlet hand suddenly attacked?"
After a lot of moaning and groaning, Puck finally agreed to set foot in "the stupid school for losers".
Granny walked up to the desk, where a very pretty girl was sorting papers.
"Hello, can I see a list of the classes for children please?" she asked.
"Sure," said the girl, flashing a beautiful smile. She handed a few sheets of paper to Granny.
"If you want to sign up the kids for any of the classes on those papers, then you must sign them up soon, because tomorrow is the deadline for the contact information.
Granny led the children over to a few chairs and a table nearby the desk.
"Let's see," said Granny scanning the paper. "Daphne, I suspect you would be in the class for 7 and 8 year olds.
"YAY!" said Daphne, clapping her hands. "Can you sign me up Granny? PLEASE?"
Sabrina, Puck, here's a class for teens. It's a combination of ballet and jazz. It's at the same time at Daphne's class, so Puck, you could protect the girls if anything happened.
"You hear that stink pot?" asked Sabrina turning to face Puck. She found him facing the desk with his mouth hanging open.
"Urhmm Puck," said Sabrina.
"huh, wha?" asked Puck half listening.
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!"
Puck simply pointed to the girl at the desk.
Oh, great. Thought Sabrina. Now Puck's going to be smitten with a random girl at a dance studio. How ironic.
"Puck!" said Sabrina waving her hands in front of his face. "Puck! Snap out of it!"
"WHAT?!" said Puck suddenly regaining his normal attitude.
"Umm nothing," said Sabrina. "Umm granny just found a class for us."
"Oh, ok," said Puck. He started to turn towards the desk again, but Sabrina put her hands on his shoulders and turned him away.
"What are you doing Grimm?" Puck asked. Shaking her hands off.
"Nothing!" said Sabrina. No one was gonna get her Puck! Not even some pretty girl at a front desk. All though she would never admit that to anyone.
"Let's look around the building."
So as Granny signed the kids up for dance, Puck, Sabrina and Daphne explored the building.
Not long after they set off, Daphne accidentally bumped into a attractive brown haired woman.
"Oh, woops! Sorry!" said Daphne.
"That's ok!" said the woman. She wore a black leotard with a skirt and shawl over it, with black leggings, and heeled leather ballet shoes. "What's your name?"
"Daphne, Daphne Grimm…What's yours?"
"My name is Miss. Plum. Miss Sugar Plum."