After she dusted the kitchen she took her pan full of dust and her broom and sat it on the staircase. Sabrina took her bucket of water and began to wash the floor just in front of the staircase. She was scrubbing when she heard some whispers just above the steps. She stopped and listened but they were too muffled to hear. She immediately went back to scrubbing and humming a beautiful tune.

Up the steps were Red, Daphne, and Puck. They were the source of the whispering as they continued to plan.

"Oh! I love this part," said Daphne gazing off and then sneaking a peak at Sabrina.

"Ok so you're the brunette step-sister and I'm the red headed step-sister?" Red double-checked.

"Right. I sing and you play the flute," Daphne answered.

They went into the upstairs living room where a sleek black piano was waiting for them. Puck sat down and closed his eyes.

"My Dad taught me to play you know," Puck added, explaining himself, "Bout the only good thing he ever did."

Puck took a deep breath and played a few notes, it took him a sec but he remembered and played.

Red picked up her flute, wobbling it all the way up to her mouth. Now Red was more of an…..artistic person. She didn't have any musical talent….whatsoever. Daphne on the other hand, was a whole different story. On her first piano lesson that Granny Relda signed her up for, her teacher ran out of the room screaming, "I CAN'T HELP THAT CHILD!" Daphne just grinned sheepishly and apologized to Granny.

"It's okay libeling," Granny had forgiven her with a tone as sweet as honey.

So Daphne, was even less talented than Red. No one knows how Sabrina does it but she is the only one with talent in the family. It's an extraordinary talent, really.

So Puck played, setting a light tranquil atmosphere while Red played her flute and Daphne sang, turning the once melodic harmonious tune into a train wreck. Puck cringed at their abnormal guttural sounds that came from somewhere deep inside Daphne's throat but kept playing.

Downstairs, Sabrina quickly picked up the beat and started humming the tune while washing the floor with a rag. She adapted to the melody quickly and started to sing. It was a gorgeous classic tone that gave you shivers at how extremely precise and pure it was. It even made the trio upstairs stop in awe. It caused them to gape at each other and get drawn around the corner. Sabrina was still sitting down singing away, completely unaware of the audience she had attracted. They all gaped at her; they couldn't believe it. This was the second time they had heard her sing and it was amazing.

Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing sweet nightingale, high above
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet nightingale high
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet nightingale

Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing sweet
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Oh, sing, sweet
Oh, sing

At the end of the delicate last note she heard shuffling behind her and turned around. There they were, awkwardly huddled together, mouths open in awe by her performance. It wasn't like her last song, a pop-country song while she was all dressed up. Puck liked her this way, normal. She was just so pure.

"Oh!" Sabrina said, startled.

"We were just listening..." Puck's voice wandered off. He was still recovering from her hypnotic singing.

"I- I have to keep cleaning." Sabrina insisted while frantically scurrying off, before anyone could even whisper a compliment out of their star-struck mouths.

Puck huffed while his eyes trailed Sabrina as she left the room before he could even bring his short attention span to the now thrilled girls.

"That was wonderful! The story is on track people!" Daphne whispered gleefully, so that her sister wouldn't hear her admiration. Daphne did have to play the evil step-sister after all so if Sabrina were to hear one tiny compliment then everything would be off track.

"Yeah, it sure is." Puck whispered to himself, low enough so that no one else could hear.