Sabrina's POV
Before Granny opened the door, I slipped away up to my room, not wanting to make the visitor gawk at my green complexion. Plus, I did not want to embarrass myself by explaining that I'd fallen for Puck's prank again. When I reached the tops of the stairs, I heard Granny talking. Then a male voice answered her and... well you can call me crazy, but I heard tinkling bells.
Then I walked straight to the shower to clean off this green gunk off my skin. ' As if I need anymore problems in my life' I thought angrily, as some of my old anger bubbled up from inside me.
First, the Scarlet hand kidnaps my parents, my baby brother, and ruins two years of my life from foster care. Then I meet my supposedly dead Granny and find out that fairy tales are real. What can be more problematic than that? I thought as I finished my shower.
I checked to see if I was still green, and happily noted that I was no longer the vomit color. Even though I was relieved that I didn't have to face the guest looking green, I knew something was missing. Puck's creations were usually semi-permanent and by that I mean for about 3 weeks. Either that this time he'd put little effort into it, (which I totally doubt) or another side effect that was even worse that looking like the gecko from the Geico commercial.
'I hope that it's not too severe' I thought ' but knowing Puck, its like asking him to be friends with Peter Pan.'
Puck's POV
" Lieblings, please come here, a friend of ours has come to stay for a while." the old lady said from out in the hallway.
I rolled my eyes, thinking 'First of all, HE is no friend of MINE & second of all, A WHILE? I'll die!Not to mention that if I die, the Grimms will have no protector to save their sorry behinds. (especially Grimm) It's for their own good that he leaves.' I concluded in the mini-war that was in my mind.
But as the King of Faerie, I got up from my seat and trudged after Marshmallow, Red, and Canis. As I reached the doorway, I saw the last person on Earth that I ever wanted to see: Peter Pan. He looked about my age; he'd grown up, the filthy little traitor. How could he? He promised to never grow up! I promised that too, but I could not let Grimm get taller than me. 'Good thing they think it's the stupid puberty virus' I thought. Grimm would never leave me alone if they knew the real reason why I was growing up.
Then the abomination said " Hello, I'm Peter Pan, but you can call me Peter. How do you do?" I felt like barfing on his outstretched hand, but I tried to keep my pancakes where they belonged. I watched as Marshmallow's eyes grew round as saucers and she practically bit her palm off.
It was going to be one heck of a while.
