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The last week had been the worst week Daphne had ever experienced, including the times she spent in the houses of different lunatic foster parents. Puck and Sabrina seemed incapable of not yelling at each other each and every time they noticed the other. Sabrina had started by giving him the silent treatment, but when the pranks began, she could no longer hold her frustration in, at least that's what Daphne assumed. Still, Daphne found their reactions extremely over the top. She had never seen them like this, and over something so insignificant! When she asked her mother, the only response she got was 'teenagers', but Daphne had read the drama novels in the children's section at the library, and she knew this wasn't how hormones worked. She decided it was time to start investigating.
Daphne was in the main room, where the latest prank had taken place. Puck had dropped a water balloon full of glue and sock residue on Sabrina's head, she had punched him, and then the yelling went on until Sabrina screamed and stomped upstairs to the bathroom to shower. Puck had gone up shortly after, straight to his room. Ever since the whole shabam took place, Daphne had been pondering on which of Puck and Sabrina would be easier to start the interrogation with, as both were pretty sensitive at the moment. Granny Relda stepped into the room and noticed Daphne staring intently at nothing, also known as Daphne's thinking face.
"Liebling, is there something wrong?" She asked, trying to hold back her smile.
Daphne looked up, noticing her grandmother and the pan of freshly baked purple cookies for the first time. "Not with me! I'm trying to figure out how to start this investigation, though." Daphne said, plucking a warm cookie off of the top of the stack.
Relda thought a moment. "What are you investigating, detective?"
"Have you noticed how Sabrina and Puck are acting differently?" Daphne asked.
"I'm not quite sure what you mean. Isn't Puck always pulling pranks on Sabrina?" Granny responded.
"Well, yeah, but... you mean you don't think anything's weird at all?"
"That isn't what I said at all, liebling. And even if, you shouldn't take bias into your investigation."
"What does bias mean?"
"It means you shouldn't allow outside opinions to change your ideas. Only hard proof."
"So I should start collecting hard proof from Sabrina to move forward in the investigation?"
Granny nodded and smiled warmly before standing up to go back to the kitchen. "Good luck, detective!" She said as she was entering the kitchen. Daphne saluted and pounded up the stairs to her bedroom, where she assumed Sabrina would be.
When Daphne reached her bedroom door, she pushed it open as silently as she could. She saw exactly what she had expected, Sabrina was grunting as she pulled a comb through the clumps of glop in her wet hair.
Sabrina groaned and threw her comb to the floor. "What if I just cut it all off?" She huffed, turning around to face her sister.
"No, no! I love your hair!" Daphne cried, picking up the comb and rushing over to her sister's side, starting to go through it gently.
Sabrina sighed. "Alright, I'll keep it." The edges of her mouth twitched into a slight smile directed at Daphne. Daphne grinned back.
"I'm glad." Daphne said, still grinning. "So what's the juice with you and Puck?"
"What do you mean? I get angry at him, he pranks me, I get more angry." She explained as if Daphne didn't already know. "That repeats until he reaches my absolute limit of tolerance and he stops until the next fight. That's how it always is."
"But this fight started from you calling him Peter Pan. Isn't that ov-er-re-act-ing." Daphne sounded out the word, making sure she pronounced it like Ms. White taught her.
"Hm, I guess you're right. He was kind of overreacting. We all know he hates Peter Pan, but I've used that one before, and then he didn't care at all. I wonder why he's so moody."
They sat in silence a little longer, both thinking about what was up with Puck, while Daphne continued combing glop out of her sister's hair. She decided she would have to interrogate Puck next. It didn't seem like Sabrina really cared about the fight. She probably just wanted the fight to stop so the pranks would stop. "So when should I interrogate him?"
"Interrogate?"
"Yeah! I have to figure out why Puck is so moody. I think my deadline for this mystery should be Thanksgiving. Nobody wants tension around the table with all that delicious, pretty food." Daphne decided.
Sabrina shrugged and nodded. Despite her hatred for the multicolored food that was sure to cover the table, she wanted these pranks gone as soon as possible.