Sabrina stared at the fountain in the middle of the park in confusion. Where was she?

"Sabrina, dear! Don't stare into space! We're leaving!"

Sabrina looked up to see a roundish woman with square glasses perched on her nose, her blue eyes looking at her expectantly.

"Excuse me?" Sabrina asked.

"Sabrina!"

The Grimm girl turned around to see her little sister running towards her.

"Sabrina! Where are we? I was sleeping, and then suddenly, bam! We're here!"

"Girls! We were going to go get ice cream, remember?" The woman chimed again. Both girls stared at her blankly. Until- suddenly, Sabrina remembered. What had come over her? Mrs. Bildweather had adopted them both a few days ago. The nicest person yet, to take them. Well, she had problems with eating too much for her own good at times, but otherwise, she wasn't too bad.

"Come on, Daphne." Sabrina called, standing up from the bench that she had been lounging against. Her little sister stared at her with wide eyes.

"Mrs. Bildweather?" Her little sister whispered. "But- Sabrina, what about Granny Relda?"

Sabrina hesitated as a kind old woman's face forced its way through her memory. But just as soon as it had come, it disappeared.

"Who are you talking about? We've never been adopted by 'Granny Relda.'" Sabrina said, frowning. Her sister's eyes clouded for a second with tears, but they quickly cleared.

"Oh, right. It must've been a dream, then," the little girl chirped, looking much happier. "And, Mrs. Bildweather! We just had ice cream an hour ago!" She added in exasperation.

"Oh, too much ice cream can never be bad for you." The woman laughed.

"I've got one word for you. Cavities." Daphne said solemnly.

"Cavities? Who worries about holes in their teeth anymore? Just drink water and brush your teeth!" Mrs. Bildweather said, motioning them to follow her out of the park. The Grimm sisters jogged to catch up with her.

"Mrs. Bildweather! You're doing it again!" Sabrina protested. "We're going home. Right now."

The woman paused for just a second, and sighed. "I supposed you're right. But...just a smidgen! A teeny- "

"No." Both girls said quickly.

The woman sighed again. "I don't know what I would do without you two. Come on, I know you both have homework to do."

Both girls moaned.

"Hmm...Now who's being whiny?" said, laughing. The trio walked down the streets of New York City, making their way through the noisy streets to the beige apartment complex not far from the park. What had that been? For a second, I remembered a weird boy with a twisted smile on his face, Sabrina reflected. And a forest. It must've been part of a creepy day dream.

She shrugged it off and led her sister up the stairs of the apartment.

"Here we- Oh."

Sabrina peered over her caretaker's shoulder to find out why she's stopped. She ducked back quickly, and groaned.

"Sally, don't think that I didn't see you there!" Ms. Smirt exclaimed.

"It's Sabrina!"

"Oh, it's the witch lady again." Mrs. Bildweather said, sighing.

"Excuse me?!" Ms. Smirt exclaimed.

"You're excused. Now, if you would please move out of the way- or did you actually come here with a valid purpose?"

"Go, Mrs. B!" Daphne cheered. Sabrina sighed. What was it this time?

"Daphne, dear. You're both in trouble, so if you would please not make it any worse." Ms. Smirt said, trying to glare at the little figure behind the tall woman.

"Sabrina got in a fight at school." Ms. Smirt sniffed.

"Oh, you mean with the boy who called her ugly?" Mrs. Bildweather asked. "I'd say he got what he deserved, for trying to pick on a poor girl."

"You knew?" Ms. Smirt sputtered.

"Of course I knew. Sabrina told me about it herself."

"Well, that makes this a lot easier. You are no longer permitted to be the guardian of these two devi- poor girls."

"What? But-"

"Just sign here, and here. Unless you want to get into legal troubles?" Ms. Smirt asked, raising her eyebrows.

Mrs. Bildweather hesitated, then sighed. "I'm sorry, girls..."

"It has been a pleasure being with you, Mrs. Bildweather. " Sabrina and Daphne chorused the traditional good-bye.

"Well, now got get your things, and we can leave." Ms. Smirt practically snarled.

As Mrs. Bildweather stepped back to let them pass, Sabrina thought that she heard Mr. Smirt's voice mutter, "I have a salon appointment to go to..."

Typical, she thought, sighing. She come in to ruin our lives yet again, but she's worried about getting her nails done. Daphne dragged her feet in behind her, and the girls maneuvered through the neat interior inside, heading frothier rooms. They made sure to be as slow as possible, however, and by the time they got to their rooms, the could hear Ms. Smirt's now-shrill voice commanding them to hurry up. Which, of course, they ignored.

"I actually liked it here." Daphne murmured, sighing. "Even if it had been for only a few days."

Sabrina flinched, but wordlessly gathered her few belongings and stuffed them into her bag. Ms. Smirt. Couldn't she at least let us have a break for once? At least for Daphne's sake...

The girls shouldered their bags and surveyed the bedroom one last time together. It really was a nice room. With two pink and frilly beds, two huge windows letting the light in, and a dresser holding up a mirror big enough to brush the ceiling.

"GIRLS!"

They ignored the call again. Itwould've seemed like they hadn't heard it, if not foor the fact that Daphne was now silent giggling ad Sabrina had cracked a smile. But they had to leave sometime, so they did. When they reached the door, Mrs. Bildweather had teary eyes and refused to look at them. So they quickly thanked her again before Ms. Smirt dragged them away.

On the train back, the two girls stared defiantly out the window, while Ms. Smirt calmly flipped through a magazine.

"Oh, and you two already have another one." Ms. Smirt added. Daphne refused to look at her, but Sabrina gave her a practiced look, raising an eyebrow.

"He's a very nice gentleman. Both of you will get along nicely with him."

"You said the same thing for Mr. Brook." Daphne snapped.

"There was nothing wrong with that man."

"He said that he was a pirate king. He wanted us to go around threatening old people for their money."

"So you two say. He was charming."

"Only because he thought that you were his queen. He said he'd never seen an ugly-" Sabrina started.

"Sabrina! Look at this guy!" Daphne interrupted. She had been sitting next to Ms. Smirt, and she gestured wildly to the set of papers in Ms. Smirt's hands. Sabrina paused, before standing up to peer at them, too. Ms. Smirt picked one out, and held it up for them to see.

It depicted a young, black-haired, freckled, man. He looked pretty young to be adopting two kids, and he wore a loose shirt made of dark silk.

"' '?" Sabrina asked, skeptical. "And he's dressed in weird clothes, too."

"She looks like a nice man." Ms. Smirt said.

"He's sneering at the camera." Sabrina pointed out.

"Maybe he had a bad day."

Sabrina sat back down, sighing. She knew that there was no point in arguing. If she and her sister didn't like the guy, they could always just run away.