"So, did you like the fuzzy PJs?" Jennifer asked on the drive home after getting breakfast for us at Waffle House, both of us wearing normal clothes. "I won't judge."

"They. . . it's better than the dress I was sleeping in before. And they're warm, too."

"I'll take that as a win. How about the bedsharing?"

"It was. . . Nice."

I could practically hear the smile on Jennifer's face as she said, "I'm glad to hear that. I have a plan for us tonight: marathoning the show with the character you, well, you know."

"Because sister time?"

"And letting you know just what you are capable of. We have so much to go through."

"Joy."

Mom was there to greet us with a big hug. "Welcome home, girls!"

"Mom, I was only gone for the night," Jennifer protested, even as she returned the hug and I didn't.

"I missed you and Weiss anyways. Especially Weiss. How's Henway?"

"It's okay." I ducked out of the hug party and went further into the house.

Dad was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table and a drink in his hand. The living room had been redecorated for Christmas, and there were even presents under the tree already. "Morning, Mason. Care for some?" He turned the bottle around, revealing it to be my favorite kind of cream soda, with another bottle of it on the coffee table.

"Sure," I happily said as I made my way over to the couch.

"How's life been treating you?" He asked as I picked up my drink and almost gracelessly sat down with him.

"I still wish I wasn't a girl. Magic's neat, though." I took a sip of the cold soda and savored the flavor for a minute. "Ah, that's the good stuff. Oh, have I told you about Noir?"

"Jennifer told me a bit about her. Nothing good."

"We had a test a few days ago in no-maj studies, and it turned out that everything she got right, I got wrong, and vice versa."

"And what did she get right that you got wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," I said with pride in my voice.

Dad laughed for a moment at the answer. "That's my boy!"

"Girl!" Mom corrected from the kitchen.

I shared a knowing look with dad, and we clinked the glass bottles in understanding.

"Jennifer, what am I doing wrong?"

"You'll have to be more specific, mom."

"Why does Weiss like your father so much more than me? I just want to help prepare her for life as a girl and a woman now that she is one, and there they are just sitting on the couch, talking over their cream sodas."

"Hmm. . . Maybe try involving yourself in what she likes? Ask for stories from Henway? I've heard that helps."

"And what does she like? All she did before was ignore us, play her video games, and surf the internet. And I don't think she'll open up to me like she does with him."

"Guns are a good starting point, I think. Beyond that, I'm not actually sure what else she likes now."

After some time settling back in, a late lunch, and some gaming time, I found Jennifer in the living room, her laptop hooked up to the TV. "Ready to learn a lot of things?"

I sighed as I sat down with her. "I guess. Why did you want me to wear the fuzzy night clothes for this again?" As I asked, I noticed she was wearing hers.

"Well, we're going to be here for a while. May as well get comfortable. Now then, let's start with the Red trailer."

"So, what do you think?" Jennifer asked once the short video was over.

"That scythe is awesome. And the way she cut through all those shadow creatures was awesome."

"And she's only fifteen. Crescent Rose would make a terrible wand, though."

"The scythe? Yeah, it would be bad. Way too big." I still wanted a copy of the scythe. One that wouldn't change me when I picked it up.

"Time for the White trailer."

"Can you play it again?" I asked once the video ended.

"Sure." Jennifer started the video again.

I paid no attention to the performance portion of the video, instead focusing on the fight. The way Weiss on the screen (watching myself like that was kind of weird) moved around at such high speeds was interesting. The combos of Dust and the glyphs that she was summoning were spectacular. "How do I do that, Jennifer?"

"I have no idea. Would you like Professor Duelington to help you with that when you get back to Henway?"

"Yes, please!"

While I watched the Black trailer, Jennifer was upstairs writing out the letter. I loved the robots, both the humanoid ones and the giant spider tank. Blake's weapon was interesting, being a pistol and sword with a sharpened sheathe. Adam's weapon, a sword and a rifle sheathe, was also really cool.

Jennifer returned just as the trailer ended. "So, what did you think?"

"I liked the robots and the weapons," I answered.

"Of course."

"I'm also glad you didn't choose her weapon. It could be a good wand or two, but those heels. I would not have handled those very well. How does anyone walk in those?"

"You do realize wedges are-"

"Of course I know they're similar! Not like I had any choice with them."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Moving on, I think you'll like the Yellow trailer."

"So, how was it?"

"I like her weapons. Collapsible shotgun gauntlets. Professor Naut would love those. I would not have liked getting turned into her, though."

"Despite her having immense strength?"

"Her chest, Jennifer."

"Yeah, I can see that. I'm glad mine aren't that big. Yours certainly won't be that size without intervention or something like that."

"Not that I'd allow it."

"No, you wouldn't. Let's start the show proper."

Volume 1

"So, what do you think?" Jennifer asked after the first volume was done. "Was it good?"

"It was. . . Okay. The fights were pretty cool. And I had no idea that Blake was part cat. I'm glad I don't have those extra ears now. How would you explain that?"

"Magical mishap in the magical community. And it has happened to the occasional animagus. No-maj side, you'd probably have to suffer with hats all the time. I'm glad I didn't choose Gambol Shroud for you."

"None of them would have been better," I grumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Onwards!"

Volume 2

"That was a lot of grimm," I noted after the last episode of the volume ended. "Good thing they were able to kill them all and why are my nails blue?" I looked at the sparkly light blue paint that was on my fingers and saw the same stuff on my toes.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself," Jennifer said.

"Did you use any magic?"

"No. You were so absorbed in the show that you didn't react when I started painting, and I couldn't stop. I also put a protective enamel gloss on top. If it's any consolation, I brought all my nail painting supplies down, so you can paint mine however you want as revenge."

I looked on the coffee table and saw a small container with a whole rainbow of nail paints in it, along with other related accessories. "Any way I want?"

"All twenty of my nails are your canvas."

"Hmm. . ." I picked out black and purple as a pattern came to mind. "So it's just like painting anything else, but on a smaller surface?"

"For the most part. Oh, if you're going to use both colors on one nail, I suggest putting the purple on first. The enamels also have different sheens to them, and should only be applied after the paint dries."

"Quit helping me get my revenge on you."

"Just saying."

I spent over half an hour working on Jennifer's nails. I followed her advice and put the purple paint on first, covering all twenty. After that was a single black stripe in the middle, going from base to tip. Finally, after a few minutes to let the paint dry, I put a protective enamel coat on; a flat, no shine variety.

While I was working on the enamel, mom came over and snapped some pictures with her phone. I paused only to glare at her while she did that.

"Well, I can't say I'm surprised at the colors," Jennifer said as she looked over my work. "You did pretty good for having never done this before. Did Lily give you lessons?"

"No. Let's just get to the next volume."

Volume 3

"That. . . That was drastic."

"Yeah, the Volume 3 finale hit everyone kind of hard. But, on the bright side, now you know of something else you can do."

"Yeah, the summoning looks really cool. How does that work?"

Jennifer shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe it'll come after you figure out the glyphs?"

"Yeah." A yawn escaped me and I looked at the time. It wasn't late, but marathoning a show was kind of tiring. "Can we finish this tomorrow?"

"Sure, Weiss. Good night."

"Night." I went upstairs to my room, went into the chest, and took care of Barb and Frost. "Looks like you two are behaving. Keep it up." With the pets done, I took care of the nightly routine, then went to bed.