Oooooooooooh! I'm sooooooooooo sorry for not updating in FOREVER! I, personally, hate it when writers do that. Anyway, I wanted I nice note for this to end on ( I actually considered a crazed Mary in a wedding dress, attacking Puck on his honeymoon… Rosalie style), so pretty much everything blew over, and now Puck… well, I'll just let you read yourself.

"no! I'm keeping my corset on; I'm not a loose lady… well, it's an old term… ask… yeah, okay. But not the… brassiere. what? , spending so much time away from… well, bottoms now… err… Daphne, is this supposed to… oh! Right, I've never… these are quite tight. Maybe higher… low…rise? I don't think these are…"

Sabrina heard Mary's uncertainty from the bedroom.

Daphne had taken Mary into Sabrina's (tight) walk-in closet to change. First they would work on fashion, then on hair/make-up.

She heard a muffled "these things are SHOES? More like DEATH-TRAPS!" and a thunk as something bumped the door. Sabrina slid open the door, and stuck her head in.

Red was in the corner, eyebrows stretched high in a comically exaggerated cartoon surprise face.

Daphne herself looked bewildered by the "hurumf!"ing Mary, but still had hands on hips.

Daphne had obviously let her fashion license take over, because Mary was half-dressed, holding a 7-inch formal heel in each hand, gripping the stiletto part. She was wearing white skinny jeans that granny Relda wouldn't let her wear anymore, and had a purple tank top covered in rips that Daphne had gotten Sabrina for a birthday (Sabrina hated it; the rips did nothing for her) half over her head. Her usually done-up hair was hanging around her shoulders, covering the corset. She had knocked the door with the plat-formed toe gesturing.

Sabrina cleared her throat.

They all turned to look at her.

"uh… maybe… these?" she asked, reaching down to grab a pair of Airwalks.

Daphne harrumphed, but let Mary wriggle her smaller feet in.

Sabrina wiggled into the cramped space, and grabbed a velvet lacy blouse that was modern, but hinted towards older themes. Then, she grabbed a woolen sweetheart jacket, and a pair of pale lavender bellbottoms. She thought the outfit suited Mary perfectly, and Mary agreed. Except for the top, which she exchanged for a more conservative old uniform top, from the school In new York. Mary was a bit smaller than Sabrina, so it fit her perfectly.

She awkwardly (emotionally and physically) handed the clothes to Mary.

After Mary nodded her head in thanks, Sabrina left the room, wriggling and bumping for a way through.

Sabrina sighed once she had exited, and headed for Puck's room.

This ought to be fun.

New POV! Guess who!

Red watched as Daphne gestured wildly, showed a picture on her phone to the hairdresser, and wound her fingers through Mary's hair, hefting it and making snippy motions with her fingers.

She was too far away to hear her, but could guess what she was saying.

Granny was reading a magazine, apparently interested in who wore a corseted princess dress best.

She tapped on granny's shoulder. Granny looked down, and smiled at her. She got up on her knees to whisper in her ear. Granny looked bewildered at first, but then smiled widely, going up to the desk.

Red took her seat in the washing chair, and, despite the towel, it still hurt her neck.

The skinny blonde behind her plucked a color from the wall behind her, and stuffed it into the sprayer. (a/n, I know this isn't how it works, but I think it would be easier this way. I know; I've had black, blue, pink, and orange hair before!)

The water ran a smooth cherry red.

Short chapter, I know, but I have a surprise for you….J

What? I already did the two-chapter thing!

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