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Sab POV

An uneasy silence filled the air. A kind of rage occupied Puck's face, while a smirk occupied Puck-actor's. In an off topic sort of way, I wondered if I would ever call him something else. I supposed I would. Soon enough he was going to tell us his name.

I flashed back to….whenever it was that Puck-actor had said those terrible 7 words. They still rang in my head. "After all, I am Peter Pan's son." I thought Puck was going to explode if he kept his mouth shut.

"Speak, boy! What is it?" I asked Puck. He, of course, glared at me for speaking to him as if he were a dog.

As Puck began to speak, several windows shattered. I snickered inwardly. "YOU TELL THAT NO GOOD FATHER OF YOURS—"Never mind. I shouldn't have told him to speak. I decided to cut him off.

"Hush, Puck! Sit! Stay! Don't break anything!" I exclaimed. He seemed ready to bite my head off for that.

Puck, who had recently taken to carrying his sword in a sheath that hung on his belt, unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Puck-actor. "Duel. Outside. Ten minutes." He said through clenched teeth.

I squeezed my eyes shut. This was bad.

AN: Sorry for short chapters, but I'm never sure how to make them longer.

Also, limegreen is spending the night again, and she read this chapter, and said nothing….boo to her! LIMEGREEN, I HOPE YOU READ THIS!

Happy All Hallows Eve eve!