Hello, People! After some feedback (which I really am thankful for) and a few seconds of surprised staring in which I discovered that my writing wasn't too terrible after all, I'm going to post this chapter, too (which I hope will be awesome)!

"Open this door, right now!"

"No way. Not until you apologize."

"For what?"

"For throwing Kraven the Deceiver into the lake!"

That's the noise that Sabrina Grimm woke up to. She spotted a red-headed boy in green clothes regarding the door of her bedroom with a scowl, and groaned.

"What do you think you're doing in here?"

The boy turned and seemed to notice her for the first time.

"Oh. Is this your room?"

Sabrina threw off her blankets and pushed herself out of bed with a slightly pink face.

"Of course this is my room! Didn't you- "

"Sabrina?"

Sabrina and Peter Pan looked towards the little voice that had interrupted what would've probably turned into a loud argument. The other bed in the room that had contained a small lump in the middle of it had been ignored until now. But the lump moved, and the messy head of Daphne Grimm emerged. She blinked sleepily around, before squinting at the unfamiliar figure at their door.

"Peter? What are you doing in here?"

If the noise levels had been loud enough to wake up Daphne Grimm, then it had probably been very loud, indeed. And it only grew louder in the following few minutes.

"That's what I'd like to know." Sabrina practically snarled as she looked at the boy.

"Your friend, Puck, locked me in here."

"He threw Kraven the Deceiver into the lake!" A voice wailed from outside. "And I'm not her friend. Marshmallow's, maybe. But definitely not Grimm's."

"Mr. Unicorn?" Sabrina spluttered.

"Kraven the Deceiver, stinkpot!"

"Oh! That blue cushy thing that I used as a practice dummy for my pranks? Wait- that thing is Puck's?"

The door flew open, and a very distraught faerie stepped into the room.

"You did what?" He cried, staring at Peter Pan with wide eyes.

"I-"

"You used him to test out your pranks?"

"You're going to refer to that thing as 'him,' now?"

"You will suffer! I will make your life miserable, Pan."

"You're already doing that with your ugly face." Pan suddenly said, grinning. Before Puck could do anything, he lifted off of the ground and shot out of the room.

"I'm going to murder him." Puck vowed, half-growling. Despite everything, Sabrina cracked a smile, and it grew until she was bent over, laughing.

"You find something funny, Grimm?" Puck asked, pausing before taking off after his new rival.

And then Daphne was off, too, and Puck stared between them.

"What?" He demanded.

"Admit it, Puck." Sabrina said, smirking. "You've met your match."

"Pan? Yeah, right. If he doesn't leave in a few days, I'm going to drive him out, no matter what the Old Lady says."

"Yeah. Because you can't stand to have someone better than you at pranks in this house."

"Umm...Sabrina..."Daphne started, but it was too late. Puck's face had flamed up, and his wings sprung out. He hovered a little, flapping them furiously.

"Better? That Pan? I'll show you who's better!" He shouted, the breeze that his wings were creating making Sabrina stumble back. Puck flashed by her, and was out the window in seconds. The two sisters froze for a second and met each other's gaze. They both knew very well what happened whenever Sabrina made Puck too angry.

"And I was hoping to at least have a few seconds of peace around here," Sabrina moaned.

"It's your fault, you know." Daphne said, pushing herself out of bed.

"That's the least I can do to pay him back for day before yesterday."

"What happened?"

Both of them looked towards their Granny, who stood in their doorway. She was still in her night gown, and even had those eye cover things wrapped around her forehead. Next to her, a startlingly thin man stood with sharp eyes and grey hair. His imposing expression was only ruined by the brightly colored pajamas that he was wearing.

"I heard the noise and tried to come here as soon as possible," Granny Relda explained, panting.

"Sabrina made Puck angry again." Daphne said. That simple set of five words brought grimaces from even Elvis, who had sleepily tottered in between Mr. Canis's legs.

"What was it this time?" Granny Relda sighed.

"It was just- He locked Peter in our bedroom because apparently, Peter threw that stupid stuffed animal of Puck's into a lake, and-"

"I can guess where it went from there." Mr. Canis interrupted. "But really, child. You need to be careful with that temper of yours. It becomes chaos whenever you set him off. And then we have our guest to think about, now, too."

Sabrina managed to keep a neutral expression on her face. She wouldn't have to be careful with her temper, if someone didn't keep making her angry! On purpose! She sometimes wondered if Puck had nothing better to do than simply be there to annoy her. She would've said as much, but Daphne, Elvis, and Mr. Canis were all looking at Granny Relda pointedly.

"We can't leave the Peter to fend on his own!" She protested. "And, besides. Maybe the two of them will become friends."

"Unless friendship can be created by hate, I don't think so." Sabring muttered under her breath. But since the deed was already done, she would just have to deal with it. And to think that her biggest worry until now had been Puck. It was still Puck, but now there was Peter Pan to think about, too.

"I'll get breakfast going." Granny Relda offered, breaking the silence. Daphne squealed in delight and ran up to her.

"What is it going to be, today, Granny?"

"Oh, I'm trying something new, today." Granny Relda said, her eyes twinkling. Sabrina groaned inwardly, trying not to look too disgusted. Yesterday, it had been squid with octopus sauce (which she had only eaten because she had been starving from missing the meal before that one- caviar with bitter pink things in it).

Granny Relda headed off with Daphne on her heels, and Mr. Canis turned away, too. Elvis loped into her room and curled up in a sunny spot on the rug. Sabrina, still weary about going outside her room, crouched next to her canine friend.

"Wish me luck on surviving today." Sabrina whispered to the dog, tousling his soft fur. The animal opened one eye to look at her, as if to say, You're doomed. Just give up, Sabrina.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Sabrina said, sighing and getting up. She tentatively stepped out of her room, and scanned the hallway outside. It looked fine.

She made it to the bathroom in one piece, at least. But that was the customary calm before Puck set up his pranks. She looked around the room wearily. Nothing. She picked up a brush and ran it through her tangled hair, eyeing the cupboard built into the wall beside the mirror. The last time she had opened it, she had gotten sprayed with one of Puck's infamous mixtures.

Then she became aware of a small tinkling noise. A small thump came from within the cupboard, and she sprang away from it, wielding her hairbrush like a sword. Sabrina listened hard to the bells, hoping that she could figure out what exactly Puck had hidden in there.

"Let me out, boy! I demand to be let out!"

A voice?

"I can hear you breathing, you faerie scum!"

On an impulse, Sabrina opened the cupboard, and a bright green streak shot out from it.

"That's better. You- Hold on. You're not that ugly faerie. You're actually a girl."

Sabrina stared in disbelief at the five-inch little girl. The girl was clad in a short, green dress and had sparkling blue eyes that reminded her of someone.

"Who are- Tinkerbell?"

"Yep. Looks like I'm famous in this place." The fairy said, beaming. But her yellow glow turned red a second later. "Have you seen an ugly, blond faerie? Has an evil laugh, looks like he's never taken a bath in his life, and has stinky breath?"

"P-Puck?" Sabrina stuttered.

"Oh. No wonder he looked familiar. Now tell me where he is so I can make him miserable."

You have to get in line for that, Sabrina thought. "But I'm sure you're looking for Peter Pan, right? And- you know Puck?"

"Peter! You mean, he is here, after all?"

"Yes, but-"

"Never mind, then. Girl, take me to Peter. I have a few things I want to say to him."

I can't even use the bathroom in peace! What next? The Lost Boys coming in during lunch?

Poor Sabrina. What am I saying? I'm the author. And I know we all like to see the main characters go through lots of pain. So here's hers!