A/N OK, 2nd Chapter
Disclaimer: I didn't own The Sisters Grimm yesterday and I don't own them today. I can't speak for tomorrow, but we'll see.
Elvis's POV: (This has never been done before that I know of, be sure to tell me what you think of it.)
Happy girl let me come with her, grumpy girl, and the magic man. I like the happy girl. She gives me all sorts of food. Sometimes even meatballs. Those are my favorite.
We rode a long way on the fly thing. Happy girl gave me a belly-rub and scratched my ears. They talked people talk. I wagged my tail.
We stopped riding in a thick forest with lots of scents. There were so many fresh trees to pee on! I was a happy dog. But there is that bad house the magic man took me night before last. Magic man was very secret about going to bad house. Evil fat man is in the bad house. He threw a bottle at me. This made me sad. I do not like the evil fat man or the bad house now.
I do not want to go back into the bad house. Happy girl wants me to. I like her but the house is bad. I have to protect happy girl. I try to pull but the happy girl is persistent. I am stronger than happy girl but I let her pull me. If there is trouble I need to protect her.
Magic man turns the door handle. Inside there is still the evil fat man. I growl. I do not like that man. Did I say that already? It is true.
Magic man and evil fat man start talking. Evil Fat man is not happy to see us. He pretends to not know magic man. I growl more. Evil Fat man looks at me and says "Get!" I do not understand this "Get!" but I do not like this man so I keep growling.
Grumpy girl is walking around while magic man and evil fat man talk. I do not think they notice her.
Wait a second! I smell something tasty! Food! I walk to table where evil fat man eats; there is a meatball on the floor! I eat it up. There are more meatballs. I eat those too. The evil fat man was nice enough to make a plate of them for me. They are on a table but it is not too high for me. Maybe the Evil Fat man isn't so bad after all…
The evil fat man is now yelling with people talk. He is very angry. I do not know all of the words but they are something like "Where dog? What dog doing! Bad dog! GET!"
Evil fat man used that "GET!" word that I do not know. I look around to find which dog the evil fat man is angry at, but there are no dogs here. Who is the evil fat man talking to? Oh.
Sabrina's POV:
As we walk up the cobble-stone path up to the cottage Daphne almost has to drag Elvis to the door, what's with this dog?
"Stay close girls. If anything remotely dangerous happens, bolt for the carpet, don't worry about me."
"But, but Uncle Jake…" Daphne whimpers.
"We're in this together now." I finish for her.
"No, girls. I have plenty of magical items on me to take care of myself, you two need to worry about yourselves. OK?" I roll my eyes.
Me and Daphne both nod our heads, but neither of us is happy about it.
Uncle Jake knocks on the door four times slowly, then quickly twice more. I hear the click of a magical seal breaking, and I shudder at the magic. Then Uncle Jake turns the rusty doorknob and opens the door.
I let out a deep breath that I didn't realize I had been holding in. What am I so scared of anyway?
Uncle Jake opened the door to what might be a spacious room, if there wasn't so much junk lying around. Ratty bookshelves and tables filled with papers, books, jars of mysterious liquid, and just about anything else. Everything looked dirty and old. The dust seemed almost an inch thick on some things. Too the left of the room there was a small fireplace with a blazing fire going. This is a very strange looking cottage.
Stranger than the cottage was the man sitting across from the fire in a rocking chair that looked like it was about to fall apart. He was short and quite fat. He looked quite harmless until you got to his eyes. There was an evil hatred in them. I shudder.
"HAGRID!" Daphne shouts and runs to give him a big hug. (Haha, yeah imagine him as a shorter Hagrid that's evil/mean)
"Me name's not Hagrid!" The man spat out. Daphne backed up but proceeded to put her hand in her mouth and bite down, one of her quirky habits.
"Hello, Haggus, it's been a while, eh?" Uncle Jake stated, then winked at Haggus. He's hiding something…
Haggus just grunted.
"Well, I won't beat around the bush. I do believe you owe me a favor Haggus." Uncle Jake persisted.
"Eh? You be James, right? What do you want?" Haggus spat out. He apparently didn't want to be bothered at all.
"It's Jake." Uncle Jake frowned.
"Right. Well, Jared, I haven't got all day." Haggus barked back.
I walk over to one of the bookshelves along the wall, they don't seem to notice/care. Many of the books were about Dragons. Training, Healing, Releasing, Raising, Breeding, everything you could ever want to know about dragons seemed to be on this bookshelf. I open one titled "How to Kill a Dragon." We've run into trouble in the past with dragons, it would be good to know a few things about them.
I open it to find it's a fake book, with a secret compartment inside. Inside the book was what looked like a squashed bronze tea cup. Interesting. It reeked of magic, just being near it made my hair stand on end.
I started feeling like I half-wasn't there. Then everything just skipped ahead. Literally. It's like someone just hit the fast-forward button. All of a sudden, I'm standing at the doorway again. Elvis is running out the door with Haggus throwing the nearest objects at him, including a chair.
"What about the favor you owe me Haggus?" Uncle Jake shouts angrily, "I thought Haggus never broke a promise?"
"I owe ye one favor, not three! And if you ever bring that blasted mutt back here again, Justin, favors won't be all ye'll be worryin' about!" Haggus spat back.
We then made a hasty retreat, we all jumped on the carpet and were out of the forest in a flash.
"He was mucho meano." Daphne says to Uncle Jake, while scratching Elvis behind the ears.
"We're lucky it wasn't worse, if I hadn't helped him with the Brownies he might've unleashed his wrath on us too. Haggus has…..a temper." Uncle Jake replied calmly.
"Wait! What about the brownies? When did you do that?" I roared angrily. It could have been worse! We could have all gotten killed! And Uncle Jake didn't even get anything out of it! It was another wild goose chase for no reason!
"I helped him, he had a Brownie problem and in return for helping him I got a favor." Uncle Jake replied, unfazed by my anger.
"When did you do that? You put me and my sister's lives in danger-"
"And Elvis's!" Daphne added
"Right. You at least owe us some answers!" I finished loudly.
"I….I can't tell you that. Not…at least…..not for…I can't tell you." Uncle Jake stammered. He then seemed to be extremely interested in his shoes.
"Gahhh!" I bellowed in frustration, shaking my fists in the air.
I turn to Daphne to see if she knew anything about this Brownie hunt Uncle Jake went on, but she had fallen asleep curled up against Elvis and was snoring quietly. If I knew Daphne it wouldn't stay quiet for long.
So, I followed her example by laying down without tipping us over. I tried to go to sleep but my jacket had something big and hard in my pocket, jabbing into my side. I didn't remember putting anything into my jacket pocket. I took it out and caught my breath.
In my hand was the bronze colored tea pot.
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