AN: You all must hate me right now…. :D
Well, I was bored, so I decided to write :D Anyway, I've discovered that due to my extreme slowness in updating, I will have to make the Christmas chapter come a little later in the fanfic than in real life. Oh well, you'll like it anyway, right? :D
So as for my contest…. I guess either everybody knows already or nobody cares, because only two people have guessed. And yeah, FaroreGrimm, you were right, but you already know me from DA so it doesn't count, sorry.
1: Thanks for the suggestion, but that would require a couple tons of OOC, which I try really hard not to do. This situation calls for shock rather than anger anyway. And sorry, but I'm not that much of a fluff writer. Sorry ^.^"
Demigod536: Yep, moment successfully killed. Although Louise did a pretty good job too… XD Thanks! :D
Also, to Lara D., don't hate me after you read this, if you do. It was just so funny, I HAD to say it!
Sabrina stared at her sister. Daphne stared back.
Silence reigned for a few seconds, until Sabrina saw the little girl move her hand slowly towards her mouth.
"Daphne," Sabrina tried, but Daphne wasn't paying attention. She was too busy clamping down on her palm and squealing into it. Sabrina sighed and waited for her sister to calm down.
Unfortunately, that didn't happen. Daphne giggled happily. "How long has this been going on?" She asked, keeping her palm ready for biting.
"Um.. since Halloween?"
Daphne squealed again. "Two whole months? You've been dating for two months and you DIDN'T TELL ME?"
"This was the REASON we didn't tell you," Sabrina replied. She looked at Puck, who still had one arm around her waist. He hadn't moved since he had caught sight of Daphne, and he hadn't said anything either. Puck must have been thoroughly shocked.
Daphne turned back to the hallway. "I'm gonna go tell Re—," she started, but Puck leaped of the couch. His wings popped from his back, and snatched the little girl up. Puck stayed aloft, and Sabrina got up quickly.
"Daphne, you can't tell anyone about this. NO ONE. Alright?" Daphne pouted. Sabrina put on her no-nonsense face. "I'm serious, Daph. You can't tell."
"But why not?"
"Because I want to tell them myself, at the right time," Sabrina replied. "Can you at least let me do it on my own time?"
Grudgingly, Daphne nodded. "I can do that, IF you help me."
Puck rolled his eyes. "Saw that coming," he muttered. Sabrina sighed again and rubbed her temples.
"What do you want us to do?"
Daphne looked thoughtful. "Well… I don't exactly know WHAT I want, but just do it when I DO figure out what I need, okay?"
Puck and Sabrina shared a look and nodded. "Deal."
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Puck rubbed his forehead and groaned. They had finally persuaded Daphne to go to bed and forget what she had seen, and the clock said it was twenty minutes past midnight. He groaned again. It was just his luck that Marshmallow had found out. Of COURSE it had to be the one family member who couldn't seem to stop talking that found out one of his biggest secrets.
Puck leaned back and flopped onto his trampoline, bouncing a few times for good measure. What were they gonna do? What Daphne had asked them to do was pretty easy, at least, but they were still in deep doodoo. If anybody ELSE found out… well, he had a pretty good idea of how Henry would react.
He groaned again.
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Sabrina plopped onto her mattress, pulling her comforter around herself. The thick blue blanket kept out most of the cold, but Sabrina's feet still felt like ice. She reminded herself to wear thicker socks from now on.
Reaching into her bedside dresser drawer, she pulled out a small purple and blue notebook and a mechanical pencil. Sabrina flipped the notebook open to a new page, she started to write.
Today has been awkward, surprising, fun, and complicated. Or at least, it will be tomorrow. That doesn't make sense, but at least nothing really bad happened.
I don't really feel like spilling everything right now, but I will say this: I'm not sure that anything will ever be the way I hoped it would. I mean, I thought I could have kept this a secret, but Daphne has already found out about it. Who's next, I wonder?
Anyway, today wasn't all bad. I think I have an idea for Puck's Christmas present, although I don't know where I could get it… I'll think about it, I guess. Christmas is in a week, though. I might not even get it in time.
So in other words, I don't have much to say today. Maybe tomorrow?
Sabrina shut the notebook and returned it to the drawer, carefully arranging her other items so it was partially hidden by her hairbrush and library book.
Then she snuggled into the pocket of warmth on her bed, pulled her covers tight around her, and drifted off to sleep.
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Daphne lay quietly in her bed, looking at the cracks in the ceiling. Her mind was racing in the dark, trying to comprehend exactly what she had seen that night.
So Sabrina and Puck were really going out? She had been right all along; they WERE meant for each other. She would have to gloat to them later.
That thought reminded her of the promise. She COULDN'T say anything, not yet. And what would she ask them to do? She could hold the favor over their heads until she needed it, she thought sleepily. It wouldn't be fun to end the bargain so quickly. In Daphne's opinion, the longer the deal lasted, the more fun it was.
Daphne pouted to herself. It was hard to come up with a favor. Waay harder than coming up with supermungous new words. Those were absofruitly easy.
Absofruitly. That one was Daphne's current favorite. It was pretty Pucktastic. Or was it Sabrinalicious?
Daphne wasn't sure, but it still sounded super punk rock either way.
She smiled to herself and drifted off to sleep.
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Sabrina was awake, but she kept her eyes closed. The warmth of her blanket was too inviting to give up just yet.
She checked her clock. She still had about ten minutes before her alarm went off. Might as well go back to sleep. Sabrina snuggled in deeper under the toasty covers, curling up in the pocket of warmth she had left in her mattress.
Ah, she thought sleepily. I REALLY kind of wish I won't have to deal with ANYTHING today. Last night was enough for a whi-
Her thoughts were interrupted as Daphne's voice cut into her room. "SABRINA! SABRINA! OMIGOSH OMIGOSH O MY GOSH, LOOK SABRINA LOOK OUTSIDE!"
Sabrina opened her eyes and grumbled as she stepped out of bed and over to the window. She pulled the curtains to the side, and was surprised to see—or rather, not to see—the back lawn. It was covered in thick, white snow, piled high with only a few feet between the lowest branches and the surface of the freezing blanket.
Holy crapola, she thought. I didn't know it could snow THAT MUCH in one night.
It kind of made her want to go out and run around—all that snow, perfect and without blemish, just waiting for fresh tracks, snowmen, and snowball fights….
Sabrina bounded out of her room, hurrying down to the front door. She looked into the tiny peephole and was met with blinding white.
The snow got on the porch? How had that happened? She pushed the curtains aside, peering outside through the frosted glass. An abnormal looking lump of snow poked up above the rest, drawing her attention. What was that?
She'd just have to go investigate.
Sabrina ran back up to her room, immediately pulling open her dresser drawers and pulling out her thickest clothes. She yanked on a tank top, a long sleeved T-shirt, a sweater, her favorite hoodie, thick stockings, her heaviest and darkest jeans, and three pairs of socks. She padded carefully down to the hall closet, where she pulled out her fluffy winter coat and hat, stripey scarf, thick mittens, and black boots.
Sabrina glanced at the clock again. It was past time for school to start, but that didn't bother Sabrina. She doubted that anything could get through snow that thick. They would close the schools.
Sabrina opened the front door and was met with a solid wall of snow that was a quarter of her height. How was she going to get out of the house to check out that lump?
Well. Only one way that she could see.
She pushed her way through the makeshift snowbank and outside into the crisp air. The freezing air stung her nose. Sabrina could smell the winter in the air. It was sharp and made her nose tingle. Her legs were beginning to freeze, so she kept moving, shoving the snow aside with her legs so she could walk forward. It wasn't easy going. The snow was pretty dense, and it required more energy to move than Sabrina had suspected. Soon her breath, visible in the frosty air, came quicker and deeper, as she panted over to the suspicious lump on the far end of the porch.
There was nothing extremely weird about the lump; it was rather nondescript, albeit large. In fact, Sabrina was only interested in the lump because of its spot on the porch. She had been sure that no one had left anything on the porch last night, at least, not in that area. And the other thing: why was there snow on the porch in the first place? Shouldn't the porch roof have held all of it...?
Sabrina looked up and was met with clear blue sky peeking around the cracked wood of the support beams. The porch roof was gone.
Immediately, Sabrina reached to the lump, pushing away the snow. After a little digging, an upright piece of wood was uncovered by her cold fingers.
So the roof must have held the snow, until the weight of it was too much, and it collapsed. That was how the snow had gotten on the porch. With all the snow on the fallen piece of roof, Sabrina guessed it must have collapsed about halfway through the snowstorm, giving the snow time to cover the wood and make the odd lump.
Sabrina wondered where the rest of the roof was. Had it been scattered in the crash?
The porch must have made a humongous noise when it fell. How had they not heard it, though? She knew Daphne wouldn't have heard it, but she didn't know how Granny Relda or her parents had missed it. Veronica was a light sleeper. Most of the time, Sabrina added, remembering the two years her parents had been under the sleeping spell.
Unfortunately, Sabrina was quickly thrust out of her train of thought when something cold hit the back of her neck, exploding in a puff of snow. She glared at Puck, who grinned.
Well, it wasn't unfortunate for her.
She tackled the fairy boy, grabbing hold of him before he could try and get away. Puck struggled to get his wings out, but Sabrina's arms were pinning the area where they would appear. He wasn't going to get out of this by flying.
"You are SO dead, stinky," she growled. Puck squirmed, working his arm free. It popped out, and he reached down and scooped some snow into his palm. Then he stuffed it in Sabrina's face.
He cackled. "In your dreams."
Sabrina wiped the snow off, glaring at Puck. He grinned as his wings popped out. "You think you can capture the Trickster King? I'd like to see you try," he taunted.
Sabrina narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh, it's on."
