Playing rough

Alex asked for a oneshot of Emma and Neal play fighting. Snow comes to tell them to stop because someone is going to end up mad. They say they're only fooling around, but surprisingly Emma doesn't want to play anymore. Snow finds out it's because Neal keeps using magic to win.

Just a note to say that for the next 6 weeks my life is going to be very hectic again, so I won't be as quick with requests (although I can't see that being a problem just now, I'm hardly overrun with them, lol). Please do keep them coming in, but please be patient with me. JMAMK :).

"Pinned ya again." Snow heard Neal say smugly from the living room. She had wondered what the crashing and banging was. She sighed. She had already told Emma and Neal off for their play fighting and mock wrestling several times that day. They both seemed determined to end up in the emergency room. Snow put down the bag of potatoes and went through to the living room.

"Emma, Neal." She sighed. They both scrambled to their feet, looking guilty. "Well there's no point in trying to hide the evidence now. I heard Neal declare his victory from the kitchen." Snow informed them. Neal grinned. Emma nudged her little brother. Snow sometimes forgot there was such a large age gap between them. Emma wasn't half childish around her little brother sometimes.

"Only because I'm letting him win, since I'm such a good big sister." Emma grumbled. Snow could see Neal was about to respond, so quickly continued her lecture before an argument started.

"These fake fights you have always result in an accident. Then someone gets mad or upset and suddenly it's not so fun and the blame game begins. I don't want to have to drive either of you to the hospital tonight, so could you cut it out?" Snow begged them.

"Sure mom." Neal said, shrugging his shoulders. Snow narrowed her eyes at the seven-year-old. Why wasn't he protesting like he normally would? Emma smiled, ruffling Neal's hair.

"Maybe mom's right, kiddo. Maybe we really should stop." Neal's jaw nearly hit the floor. Since when was Emma a proper grownup like mom and dad?! Snow was puzzled as well. Emma would normally be protesting as vigorously as her brother. Instead, she followed Snow back into the kitchen to help her with preparing dinner.

"So…did you get hurt before I came in or something?" Snow asked as she peeled potatoes.

"Huh?" Emma responded from where she chopped the carrots.

"You didn't put up a fight when I told you both to cut it out. Normally you would. Are you hurt?" Snow explained. Emma shook her head, but didn't elaborate. Now Snow was curious. "So why?" She prompted Emma. Emma sighed.

"Neal's using his magic to cheat and thinks I don't notice." Emma grumbled. "It's stronger than mine now so I can't stop him." Snow bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Was Emma actually jealous that her little brother had stronger magic than her?

"He knows he's not meant to use it outside his lessons. I'll subtly have a chat with him at some point." Snow told her. "But don't encourage him by playing rough and tumble with him. Especially in the house." Snow chastised her.

"Alright, alright." Emma grumbled, continuing to chop the carrots. It wasn't fair. How could a seven-year-old actually pin her?!