Eighteen year old Sabrina Grimm was brutally jerked out of her half-consciousstate by a bucket of smelly, slimy goo being poured on the top of her headwhen she opened the door to go to the bathroom late at night. Something thatresembled sausage slid down her face. "PUCK!" She heard distant laughter from down the hall and stormed down to the fairyboy who also appeared to be eighteen. When she opened the door he was nowhereto be found. He had done what every other sensible human in the world wouldhave done when confronted with an angry Sabrina Grimm, he hid. "Just like you everafters to run away from a fight!" She screamedhysterically. "You're all a bunch of cowards!" Puck flew out into the open, enraged at what she had said. "I AM NOT ACOWARD!" Well, you're doing a pretty good impression of one!""What are you so mad about anyway? I mean, you always get mad, but Idon't think I've ever seen you this mad before, it's really veryentertaining. I should record it for you.""Do you ever pay attention? The senior prom is tomorrow night, youidiot!" "So? You never care about those! And besides, you can't be going withanyone, right?""I care because it's the prom! You know, the one you'll alwaysremember for the rest of your life? And yes, I am going with someone!" "Who?" He demanded. "Stop changing the subject! Get down here so I can kill you!" His face became shocked. "With fists? Are you kidding me? That would be aninsult to my royal blood!" He insisted Sabrina, seeing this was going nowhere, had marched out the room,heading for Granny Relda, who had gone back to sleep. She knew that if sheheard screams and things breaking, it was just Sabrina and Puck arguing, andshe'd hear about it in the morning. Sabrina had her hand on the doorknobwhen she changed her mind. Granny would just have Puck skip dessert and hewould he'd get off too easy, like always. But if she punished him herself,there was no way he would get off easy..Smiling, she started the long process of getting the gunk out of her hair. She had a plan.