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"I can't teach!" Sabrina protested. "I barely passed that class!"

"Nobody got above a C in teacher certification, and Ms. Smirt hates you." Snow pointed out.

"What would I teach about?" Sabrina asked. "What do I know that someone else can't explain better?"

"Ummm..." Daphne said, "You're prety good at sneaking."

"A class on sneaking?" Sabrina asked skeptically. "Because soooo many people would want to take that. Besides, I'm not sure I want to give away my trade secrets!"

"Come on, Sabrina." Granny grinned. "It might be fun!"

"But I don't want to!" Sabrina wailed.

"Why not?" Daphne asked. "I want to!"

"Because I don't like standing up in front of people and talking!" Sabrina said.

"Maybe you could teach a class together." Granny suggested.

"Ooooh!" Daphne squealed. "We should so totally do that!"

"Again I ask, what would we teach about?" Sabrina asked. "Not that I'm agreeing to do it, but if we did..."

"I don't know." Daphne shrugged.

"See, the issue is that everyone in this town is, like, centuries old." Sabrina said. "And they just know more than we do because they've been alive longer. It's a fact. So we don't really have that much to teach them."

"While I do think it would be a good experience for the girls, standing up in front of people and all that," Granny pointed out, "Might it not be best to concentrate on their own educations for the time being?"

"You do have a point there." Snow said thoughtfully. "But I do want them teaching. Perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?" Sabrina asked warily.

"What if I were to create a class where everyone has to teach?" Snow asked. "Since the whole school's certified, I wouldn't even need a real teacher in the room! Just one or two classes each, on anything at all!"

"Like the study group, but in school?" Sabrina asked.

"Exactly like." Snow smiled. "There'd be... hmm... Your study group's quite large, yes? But you all work well together. And the Hand has a counter group, and then there's a large group of neutrals... Three classes!"

"Why three?" Daphne asked.

"Because I can't stick the neutrals in your class, it'll be big enough as it is." Snow said. "And I can't stick them in with the hand, that'll be just as big, and I want to minimize the damage."

"Oh." Daphne said, then, "Wait. What about the grown-ups?"

"In with your class or elsewhere, I suppose." Snow said with a sigh. "Not quite sure where I'll put them all, but... Anyway, about the rest of your schedules."

"Yes, about them." Granny said. "Should I call the others in?"

"No, I've got them about sorted out." Snow smiled. "Bella and Puck will, of course, be continuing with advanced science and math courses, and everyone's taking English and History. Red will be invovled in art of some sort. They have the necessary classes, of course, and with the necessary courses, there's still room for one elective for the Puck and Bella, but I'll have to wait until I have the complete course list to sort them out."

"But what about us?" Daphne asked, bouncing a little in her seat.

In response, Snow handed Daphne and Sabrina each a sheet of paper. "This is just a preliminary idea. The courses might change."

"Umm... Snow?" Sabrina asked. Most of her schedule was predictable, but... "You've got me down for two gym classes."

"Right." Snow smiled. "The Beast recommended you for an advanced course, sort of like the ROTC for Ferryport Landing."

"The what?" Daphne whispered to Sabrina.

"It stands for Reserve Officer's Training Corps." Sabrina whispered back. "It's for the army, you go into it during college and you come out a fully trained officer instead of a private."

"Oh." Daphne said.

Sabrina got the feeling she still didn't understand all the way, but she had more important things to focus on at the moment.

"Are you sure you didn't mishear?" Sabrina asked. "Or maybe he made a mistake or something..."

"Sabrina, you got a B on his final." Snow pointed out. "You were one of maybe six students in the school to get a grade that high."

"So it's just the ones who got good grades on the final?" Sabrina asked.

"You'd have to ask him that." Snow said with a shrug.

"I will." Sabrina said, standing. She turned to leave, then looked back at Granny. "...If that's OK, I mean."

"Take Puck with you." Granny said. "Unless you want someone to drive you."

"No." Sabrina smiled slightly. "It's a nice day. I'll fly. Puck!" This last was shouted.

"What, Grimm?" Puck appeared from around the corner where Sabrina and Daphne had hidden shortly before. "You don't need to shout, I'm right here."

"I'd say something about you being a snoop, but-" Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you heard?"

"Yeah." Puck grinned crookedly at her. "Let's fly."

"Race you to the school!" Sabrina called, running down the hall.

"No fair!" Puck complained, following after. "You got a head start!"

What's the matter, fairyboy?" Sabrina called back, slamming through the door, unfurling her wings as she jumped off the front porch. "Can't keep up?"

"You wish!" Puck, not two steps behind her, put on a burst of speed and appeared at her side.

He sped ahead of her, his wings nothing more than a slight blur above his shoulders, and Sabrina, laughing, tried to keep up. She knew there was no way she'd really be able to, unless she cheated and stopped time. After all, she'd seen how fast he could move when he wanted to. But still, it was the chase itself that was fun. And she kept hoping someday she'd get faster. Maybe fast enough that they'd tie, and it wouldn't be a competition anymore, just two friends... or more than friends, maybe, just flying together. Quality time, without the competitiveness.

He didn't leave her in the dust, of course. He was her babysitter, even if neither of them wanted to admit it, so he kept just far enough ahead that he could get back quickly, but was still obviously beating her. Sometimes he fell back and sped up again, or even flew circles around her, just to shake things up.

"You know what?" Sabrina huffed, slowing to a hover when they were about halfway there, "I give up."

"You... what?" Puck asked, backtracking.

"I give up." Sabrina repeated. "Your wings are built differently, and we both know you can fly about fifty times faster than me. I'm tired of tiring- bad pun sorry, anyway, I'm wearing myself out trying to keep up with you when we both know it's impossible. You can show off just as well if I go slower, and this way I'll still have my energy left when we get there."

Puck made a face. "That takes all the fun out of beating you, if you don't try."

"Can't we just... fly?" Sabrina asked, starting forward again, more slowly this time. "I mean, does it have to be a competition? It's a beautiful day, and I can't see any of it if we're racing."

Puck looked at her oddly. "Never thought I'd see the day that Sabrina Grimm turned down a competition."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "I guess I'm growing up."

"I hate growing up." Puck told her.

"Then why do you?" Sabrina asked.

Puck shrugged. "I dunno, really. I guess..." He was blushing. "Don't ever tell anyone I said this, but you probably had something to do with it."

"Why on earth would I tell?" Sabrina asked "But... what did I do?"

"How should I know?" Puck exploded, but quietly. "I mean, one day I'm just going along, minding my own business, then you appear and suddenly my voice is cracking and I'm getting taller and my face has little red bumps on it and I'm growing hair in places there never was before and- what?"

"Bad images." Sabrina, whose face was roughly the shade of a tomato, said nothing more.

Puck started blushing, too. "Anyway," He said, "I don't want to be growing up! But it just sort of keeps happening, and as near as I can figure, you're the catalyst. 'Cause Daphne's too young. I don't suppose you'd consider... stopping?"

"Stopping, like, not groing up anymore?" Sabrina asked.

Puck nodded. "If you did, maybe I could, too."

For a minute, Sabrina honestly thought about it. It would be nice not to have to worry about growing up. To stay a kid forever, to stop her body changing without giving her fair notice, to not have to worry about being the oldest and the mature one all the time...

But... to stay powerless forever? To never fully develop? Stuck being looked down on by all the adults, with no control in her own destiny?

"I... I can't." Sabrina apologized. "I almost could, really. And I don't want to make you grow up. But I'm tired of adults looking down at me just because I'm short. Even if I was actually, like, fifty, my dad would still try to control me if I looked thirteen. I'm sorry."

Puck sighed. "I figured. But there's no harm in asking. And if you ever want to change your mind..."

"Maybe." Sabrina said. "Getting old doesn't sound too great. But for now... I really am sorry, by the way."

Puck smiled crookedly at her. "I knew you wouldn't stop aging. It's who you are."

They'd arrived at the school by then. They touched down and were walking in the doors when Sabrina stopped short.

Puck pulled her out of the way of the door before it shut on her face, rolling his eyes, and asked, "What?"

"Do you know where he lives?" Sabrina asked.

"Ummm... no." Puck said. "I figured you did."

"Well, then I guess we just wander around and see if anyone can tell us which room he's in..." Sabrina said.

"Hey!" Sabrina and Puck turned to see Wendell jogging up to them. "Haven't seen you two in a while! How've you been?"

"Busy." Puck said. "Working on the house and stuff. You?"

"What house?" Wendell asked, oblious. "I thought yours seemed perfectly fine last time I was there."

"Ehm..." Puck cleared his throat and looked at Sabrina, who had suddenly become very interested in a speck of dirt on the nearest window, "It's... Baba Yaga's old house. Sabrina inherited it, and we've all been working on fixing it up. It was a wreck. Awesome, but not really her tastes, you know?"

"Oh." Wendell said shortly. "Right. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it." Sabrina said, faking a breezy attitude. "It's not like you were close to her or anything. So what have you been up to?"

Wendell, taken aback by the sudden change in topic, studdered, "Well, uh... I've been training, mostly. With music. And weapons, but I'm not very good at them, so I mostly stick to music. I can play five different instruments now!" He boasted.

"Nice." Puck traded high fives with Wendell, then said, "Listen, we're actually here to see the Beast. Can you-"

"The Beast?" Wendell made a face. "Why?"

"He messed up my schedule and I want to find out why." Sabrina said. "So can you show us where his rooms are?"

"Sure." Wendell said, starting off. "It's right by my family's apratment."

Sabrina and Puck followed after, jogging the first few steps to catch up.

"What exactly is wrong with your schedule?" Wendell asked on the way. "And why didn't you just talk to Snow about it?"

"He signed me up for the advanced class." Sabrina said shortly.

"And the issue with that is...?" Wendell asked.

"That's what I want to know!" Puck exclaimed.

"Why would he put me in that class?" Sabrina asked.

"Duh." Puck rolled his eyes. "He thinks you're good."

"Whatever." Sabrina said. "I think there's about fifty better choices for that class than me."

"Like who?" Puck asked.

"You, for example." Sabrina suggested.

Puck snorted. "Whatever, Grimm."

"We're here." Wendell interrupted.

The two turned and found that he'd stopped several steps ago and they hadn't noticed.

"Oops." Sabrina blushed. "Thanks, Wendell."

"No problem!" Wendell grinned, heading off in the opposite direction. "Tell Bella I say 'hi'!"

"Will do!" Sabrina called back, then turned to knock on the door.

They waited there for several minutes before a very groggy and disheveled looking Beast opened the door.

"What do you want?" He asked gruffly.

"Why'd you sign me up for that class?" Sabrina asked. If he was going to be blunt, then so would she.

The Beast sighed. "You'd better come in." He stepped back from the door and held it for the two teens before going and sitting down on a tattered armchair. He gestured to the equally battered couch and said, "Sit."

They sat.

"Tell me, Grimm," the Beast said, "Why don't you think you belong in the advanced class?"

"Because I've been training for one year. I haven't even known about everafters for two, and because I'm nowhere near as good as most of the people in this town."

"True." The Beast said. "All of that is true."

"So why-"

"Don't interrupt me, girl!" The Beast snapped. "You may not have experience, but you've come farther in the time I've been teaching you than most people come in three years, or more! You're resourceful, you're street smart, you're practical, you can think on your feet, and you pick things up fast. In another year, if you train hard enough, you could be as good a swordsman as most of the other people I know. You have this spark, Grimm... You're a natural leader, you have the drive you need to go far, and you have a way of looking at things that most other people don't have."

Sabrina sat speechless for a few minutes, then asked, "Are you done?"

"Until you give me more to argue against." The Beast responded.

"Don't." Puck advised. "He's right. You may be an idiot sometimes, but you're smart when you keep your head clear."

"Umm... thanks?" Sabrina said, then sighed. "Fine. I'll take the class. Two things, though."

"Which are?" The Beast cocked an eyebrow at her.

"First off, why me?" Sabrina asked. "I mean, maybe I'm talented, but... you're in the Scarlet Hand. And I'm not. I can't be. They'd kill my family. And me, too. We're enemies. Why are you helping me?"

"You would ask that." The Beast sighed, and the fire left his eyes for a minute. "Because I see myself in you. Because in here, we're in neutral territory. Because Snow did me a favor giving me a place to live after my wife kicked me out, and I'm passing the favor on to you. Because I want out, and I'm determined to get out in the world again, no matter what it takes, but I have some honor. I will not slaughter defenseless children, and I will do my best to prepare you. You may still die, but it won't be my fault. I've seen enough death."

Sabrina was quiet again, taking in that information. It was more than she'd expected him to share, more than she deserved to know. But it made her respect him all the more.

"What's your second question?" The Beast asked gruffly, after a long pause.

"Who else is in the class?" Sabrina asked.

"Natalie, some faries that are very good with their swords, two princes, and Moth." The Beast said, glad to have an easy question to answer.

"I want Puck there." Sabrina said.

"What?" Puck wrinkled his forehead. "Me? Why?"

"Exactly my question." The Beast rolled his eyes.

"Because, of my three favorite students here, Daphne's not good enough, Bella wouldn't want to be there, and you belong there."

"Puck can't follow the rules." The Beast said.

"Puck is a talented swordsman, an inventor, and he has leadership qualities. If you want a class of people with outstanding battle strenghts, he belongs there." Sabrina snapped. "And besides, I refuse to be in a class where I have no friends and two enemies."

"What if I don't want to be in that class?" Puck asked innocently.

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Please. Besides, you have a hole in your schedule. Snow said so. It fits!"

"Fine." The Beast said. "I'll talk to Snow about it, all right?"

"Sweet!" Sabrina jumped up. "Thanks, Sir! I'll see you soon!" She and Puck were out the door again in seconds, leaving a slighlty amused and bewildered Beast behind them.