Welp, I don't know how but I finally managed to finish it! This one is a request from wololf. I hope you enjoy!

(Trivia is the Roman equivalent of Hecate)

Disclaimed.

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Child's Play

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In hindsight, practicing North's particular branch of magic without said man supervising probably wasn't the smartest thing Jack had ever done. He'd been warned that magic, if performed incorrectly, could have serious side-effects, but at the time he hadn't really given it much thought. Now, though, he was starting to wish he'd taken it a little more seriously.

"I can fix this," he declared to no one, resolutely ignoring the higher-pitched tone his voice had taken on; a side-effect of his latest screw-up. He was going to pretend it didn't exist for as long as he could. "And I definitely do not need to tell North."

Granted, North could probably fix the problem in under five minutes, but it was the reaction that Jack was dreading. He'd probably get teased, which was bad enough, but the additional hurt that Jack hadn't listened (again) and the guilt that would come from that was best left avoided if at all possible. What North didn't know couldn't hurt him, after all.

No, Jack had gotten himself into this mess, and he was very adamant that he would be the one to get himself out of it. Besides, how hard could it be to find a counter-spell to the one that had turned him into a six-year-old?

Evidently rather hard, as it turned out. It wasn't just the sheer task of finding the right spell that gave him trouble, either. The side-effects of his current condition were also taking their toll. For one, he was barely the height of Sandy now, which meant that his clothes were several sizes much too big. His hoodie practically drowned him, and no matter how many times he rolled up the sleeves, they still slipped down his arms and dragged along the floor. His pants weren't much better; he'd had to resort to poking a new hole in his belt just to keep them from falling down, and they, too, refused to stay rolled up for more than five seconds.

But the problems didn't stop there, oh no. To make matters worse, his depth perception, and, subsequently, his balance had been completely screwed up, and so he now found himself tripping over his own feet about as often as his far-too-long sleeves. And, to put the icing on the cake, there was his physical strength. Nothing to brag about normally, it had descended into near non-existence.

What this all added up to, then, was a rather difficult time in searching through the very large, and very heavy tomes that made up North's collection of magic books, especially when most of them now weighed more than he did, or the most promising ones were on the top shelf, well out of his reach.

Jack heaved a frustrated sigh (and he was starting to wonder if his physical appearance wasn't the only thing the spell had altered – his emotionality was starting to prove itself to be rather changeable), and struggled to close the last book that had been within his reach.

Hours of searching, and he was still no closer to a solution than he had been to begin with. It was time he faced the facts: he could either ask someone for help, or he could resign himself to the rest of eternity as a six-year-old. He liked six-year-olds. He didn't like being one of them.

"Still not going to North," he declared, crossing his arms (or trying to; his sleeves made it rather difficult). But North wasn't his only option, was he? Bunny knew a thing or two about magic, didn't he?

Jack stopped that thought before it could even fully take root in his mind. If he went to Bunny, it would be the absolute end of whatever was left of his dignity. Bunny would never, ever let him live it down. No, he couldn't go to Bunny.

What about Tooth? Surely she knew something about magic? But she'd fuss over him and her mother-mode would go into overdrive, and Jack wasn't all too sure that she knew much about this type of magic. So she'd probably just end up taking him back to North for help, which would negate his reason for going to her in the first place.

Sandy, then? Sandy had his own brand of magic, so Jack didn't know how knowledgeable he'd be in this area, but Sandy had that twinkle of mischief in his eye that Jack so prided himself on. While he'd probably find it highly amusing, he'd also keep it a secret if Jack begged him to.

"Sandy it is," Jack decided. Now it was just a matter of tracking him down.

Jack pushed himself to his feet and rolled up his sleeves for the umpteenth time. If he tried to sneak out through the front door or the Globe Room, he'd be spotted in a heartbeat. And the yetis, while well-meaning, were snitches. No, he needed to find another way out.

Tilting his head backwards, he examined the windows lining the side wall of the library. The row right at the very top had little latches, indicating that they opened. Jack's face split into a grin. Perfect!

Or not, as he soon found out. It was hard enough keeping a grip on his staff, which was now more than twice his height, but then there was the added problem that, with his balance shot, the wind was having a very hard time giving him a ride. His first attempt at reaching his goal had him slamming head-first into one of the larger, non-opening ones. It was eight attempts after that, and very close to crying in frustration (yep, the spell had definitely altered more than just his appearance), before Jack was forced to concede that flying was off the metaphorical table.

But then how was he supposed to get to Sandy?

A snow globe would work, he realised. Except for the part where they were kept in North's office, where North was probably located. And the whole point of sneaking out was avoiding North, so that didn't help him. Maybe, though... maybe he could create a distraction that would lure North away just long enough for him to get one?

Wracking his brain for an idea, Jack wobbled over to the doorway. Using his staff, he managed to open the door just wide enough for him to squeeze through (he could no longer reach the handle), and he cautiously stuck his head out into the hallway beyond. It was blessedly empty, and he hesitantly slipped out, toddling down as quickly and silently as he could manage. What he needed was a way to distract North long enough to get a snow globe, or another idea for getting away from the Pole. Whichever came first.

What came first, however, turned out to be neither of those things. It was, in fact, an elf. An elf that was about as startled to see Jack as Jack was to see it.

"Don't tell North!" Jack blurted before he could stop himself.

The elf stared at him wide-eyed, but made no move to run off and dob him in, much to Jack's relief. He liked to think that, over the years, he'd formed some sort of solidarity with the little cretins. Maybe this was his chance to test that.

"Hey, uh, you wouldn't know a way I could smuggle myself out of here, would you?"

The elf got a look on its face that Jack was worried he may have taught it and promptly ran off in the direction it had come from.

"Hey, wait!" Jack called, struggling to keep up both his pants and with the elf as he followed. His staff whacked into a wall as he sped hastily around a corner, knocking him off balance and sending him sprawling across the floor. When he picked himself back up, it was to see the elf he'd been chasing standing before him, four others carrying a washing basket loaded with clothes flanking it. All of them bore the same expression.

Well, there goes my dignity, Jack sighed.

Much to Jack's equal relief and utter disbelief, the elves' plan ran rather smoothly, even with the end of Jack's staff sticking out one side of the basket. There was only one instant when he thought that they might get found out, but the yeti who had stopped them had only done so to add a used tea-towel to the basket before carrying on. Despite the humiliation he felt at being forced to hide in the laundry like some sort of criminal, he couldn't deny the elves had done a remarkably good job.

He'd taught them well. Maybe too well.

Jack climbed out of the basket the second it touched the floor. The elves that had been carrying it quickly shut the door to North's office behind them. They'd found some of their cohorts along the way, who had readily agreed to be the distraction. Right at that moment, North would be busy trying to get them to come down from the remote controlled planes and stop draping the Workshop in excessive amounts of tinsel. They probably had about ten minutes, tops.

"Thanks," Jack grinned at his rescuers, tugging his staff free from the pile of clothes.

The elves grinned back, bells on their hats ringing as they patted each other on the back. Jack left them to it, turning to face the desk he knew North kept at least one snow globe in at any given time. It certainly looked bigger than it had before.

There was no way he was going to reach it as he currently was, he knew. He'd probably have to climb up onto the chair and use that as a step-ladder. But it was a swivel chair. Which meant it was going to move.

"Hey, can you guys hold this steady for me, please?" Jack knew it wasn't exactly a good idea to show them how to reach high places that were kept high for a very good reason. But desperate times and all that.

The elves needed a little direction, but in under a minute he had them gripping the legs of the swivel chair so that he could clamber up and tug open the desk drawer. Sure enough, there was a snow globe.

"Yes!" Jack crowed, picking it up in both hands. One word and a light toss and he'd be on his way back to being his regular size.

...Except he had no idea where Sandy was.

Sandy was nearly impossible to track at the best of times. Jack knew he could just pick a city and wait for him to come, but that could take hours if he picked wrong, and then there was the problem of getting Sandy's attention; if he couldn't reach the dreamsand or get his attention, he'd be back to square one.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door had Jack's gaze darting up in alarm. He was out of time.

"Scatter!" he whisper-yelled to the elves, who didn't hesitate to obey. "Island of the Sleepy Sands!" he hastily told the snow globe, and then tossed it. He threw himself through the portal a second before the door swung open.

His last-second decision had made sense in his mind, but Jack knew he was going to regret it. He knew Sandy would turn up on the island eventually, but he also knew that that 'eventually' could be anywhere between a few minutes and a few years. The guy was busy, after all.

What this meant, then, was that unless he could somehow miraculously relearn how to fly in his current form, he was going to be stranded on the empty island for anywhere between a few minutes and a few years.

Jack groaned, slumping down where he had landed. This whole day had just been one bad decision after another.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying there before he saw any sign of life, but it must have been a while if his protesting muscles were any indicator. Jack blinked up at the sky dazedly, struggling to make out the figure darting overhead. A warm breeze carrying the scent of wildflowers blew over him and he tensed.

"Oh no," he cried, burying his face in his sleeves as if that would somehow make him invisible to spirits. "Please don't let her see me!"

Lady Luck must have really had it in for him that day, because when he dared to peep out from behind his feeble protection, it was to find that she had stopped above the island. And then she was descending. Of course.

Jack stared up at May Queen as she landed softly in front of him, faced flushed with embarrassment. She stared back, noticeably confused.

"Um, hi," he forced out when she said nothing.

"Jack?" May frowned, eyes darting from his face to his clothes, then to his staff lying in the sand beside him, and then back again. "Jack Frost?"

Jack reluctantly nodded.

"What in Mother's name happened to you?"

"I may have... accidentally... done something stupid?"

"Yes, I figured as much," she said, and Jack huffed. "But what exactly?"

Well, there was no point in trying to hide it now, right? At least she wasn't teasing him. "I was practicing magic."

May looked wholly unimpressed. "And would it be correct to suppose that you made a mistake?"

"It would."

She gazed around at their surroundings. "I take it you're looking for Sandy."

"Yeah," Jack grimaced. "I was kinda hoping he'd be able to help me fix..." he looked down at himself, "...this."

May crossed her arms, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Would North not be the more obvious choice?" she asked.

"I don't want to tell him," Jack confessed. His left sleeve unrolled itself and flopped down into the sand. He glared at it.

May gave him a look that said she knew exactly why he didn't want to tell North, and that she definitely did not approve, but she didn't comment on it. "Would Sandy know much about this sort of magic? He might just take you to the North Pole anyway."

Jack groaned, hating the logic in her words. He'd already noted the likelihood of that, but he hadn't really thought about it too deeply beyond 'Sandy won't tell'. But if they were back at the Pole, the chances of North finding out anyway were undesirably high.

"I don't have any other choice, though!" he protested, though it came out sounding more like a whine.

"I wouldn't go that far," May replied, and Jack felt his heart lift with hope. "What about Father Time?"

His hopes plummeted again. "Father Time hates me!"

May's response was an expression that was equal parts exasperated and completely unsurprised. Jack tried not to let it bother him. "Well, I'm sure there are other options. Perhaps Ceres or Lleu know someone with abilities in this sort of magic."

Just what he needed. Further humiliation. May might not tease him, but Ceres sure as hell would. Some of his displeasure must have shown on his face, because May levelled him with a look and said,

"Well, your options are stay as you are, go and ask North for help, or we can see if the others have any ideas."

The first two he refused to even consider; the former would mean an eternity of teasing from pretty much everyone, the latter facing North's disappointment. Which really left him with only one option. Damn.

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The second Lleu set eyes on him, Jack knew he should have just gone to the Pole and turned himself over to North. His eyes went comically large, and he gasped so loudly that Jack was surprised he didn't inhale them all right then and there. And then, a split second later, he vanished on a blast of humid wind.

Jack struggled in May's arms, demanding to be put down – she'd been forced to carry him when it had become apparent that he wasn't going to be able to fly anywhere anytime soon, which had only added to Jack's humiliation. He really didn't have any dignity left at all, did he?

Lleu's rather abrupt 'gasp-and-run' wasn't anywhere near as bad as when they'd found Ceres, though. She'd taken one look at him and burst into laughter. In fact, she had yet to stop. Every time it looked like she might finally calm down, she'd glance back over at him and start up again.

Yes, facing North would definitely have been better than this, he decided.

"I'm okay, I'm calm, I'm fine," Ceres wheezed, fanning her face with her hand as she took a few deep breaths. She turned to him, "Jack, you–" and then she was laughing again. Jack glared at her as she was forced to move away to the tree-line in an attempt to catch her breath.

It was at that moment that Lleu returned, though Jack only realised it when he was suddenly lifted off the ground and held tightly against something squishy.

Oh no.

"So small!" Lleu whispered. He had, to absolutely no one's surprise and Jack's absolute mortification, gone to retrieve his heat-proof suit. Jack squirmed, trying to pull himself free, but Lleu was not letting go anytime soon. "Look, May!" he breathed. "Look! He's so cute!"

Jack twisted to glare at him. "Put me down!"

Lleu bit his lip and made a weird noise like a dying vacuum cleaner. "Even his voice is cute I'm dying!"

Jack turned his glare on May, making sure she knew he blamed her for this. She smiled at him in a semi-apologetic kind of way, but Jack knew she must have known this was going to happen. Maybe she was secretly a sadist.

"Can we please focus?" he huffed, crossing his arms as best as he could in his restraints.

Ceres, who had been about to rejoin them, fell into incoherency again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," Lleu squeed.

"This was a bad idea," Jack grumbled. It had started snowing. "Thanks for trying to help," he told May, "but I think I might be better off with Sandy. Lleu, put me down!"

"Wait! No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lleu stopped trying to squeeze his insides out through his throat and carefully, albeit reluctantly, put him back on the ground. "I'll help! I'm helpful! Very helpful!" He made an obvious attempt to maintain a serious expression, but he didn't manage it for longer than a few seconds before he was forced to look away to hide his grin.

"You have to admit it is funny," Ceres said from where she was leaning heavily against a tree. She glanced briefly at Jack, forced down another fit of laughter, and cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Not from where I'm standing," Jack countered.

"No, I imagine everything looks a great deal bigger from down there," she didn't even manage to get out the whole sentence before she broke down again.

Jack glared at all three of them, and then, with a huff, walked off into the trees. He didn't manage more than five steps, though, before his pant leg slipped down again and he tripped on it, sending him face-first into the dirt. Behind him, Ceres' laughter got louder. The snow fell harder.

With growing frustration, embarrassment, and anger, Jack pushed himself back to his feet and whirled around. "It's not funny!"

"Oh yes it is," she countered, wiping away a tear.

Jack could feel his own coming on – but borne from frustration pushed to the brink instead of mirth. The last thing he wanted to do was cry, though; just because he looked like a kid didn't mean he had to act like one, regardless that he was certain that he was more emotional than usual because of the spell.

The wind picked up, whipping leaves off the trees around them.

May glanced up at the sky nervously. "Jack," she said, tone warning.

Jack snapped his attention over to her, and then realised what he was doing. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated on calming himself, calling mentally for the wind to do the same. It worked, to an extent, but there was still a light flurry that refused to die. The weather usually responded to his emotions, so it was unlikely that he was going to have any real control until he got this whole mess sorted out.

"Ceres, stop laughing!" May snapped suddenly. "And, Lleu, control yourself. Jack needs help, not ridicule."

"Ugh, alright, alright," Ceres rolled her eyes. "Not sure what you expect us to be able to do about it, though."

"I'm not ridiculing him!" Lleu protested. "I just can't help it! Look at him, he's adorable!"

"Can you please not talk about me like I'm not here?" Jack cut across.

"We were hoping–" May said sternly, ignoring them all "–that one of you might know someone who is adept enough in this sort of magic to find a counter spell."

"North," they both said in unison.

Jack plonked himself down heavily on the ground and buried his face in his hands. He was doomed.

"Anyone else?" May prompted, not even responding to their suggestion.

Ceres and Lleu looked at each other, and then said, "Father Time?"

Jack resisted the urge to bang his head against the ground.

May huffed. "Anyone else?"

Ceres shrugged. "Trivia, maybe? You'll be hard-pressed to find her though."

"How hard-pressed?" Jack asked, lifting his head.

Ceres turned her attention to him, and her lips quirked briefly. Thankfully, she managed to maintain her composure. "She hangs out in the Underworld."

Which was almost impossible to get to (or, rather, get out of). So that meant there would be no help from Trivia. Darn.

"What about Mom?" Lleu suggested. "I mean, she's more nature magic than this sort of thing, but maybe she'd have an idea."

May turned to Jack, brows raised. "What do you think, Jack?"

Jack heaved a sigh and stumbled to his feet. "Well it's better than the great lot of nothing we had before."

She stepped forward with a nod, reaching to pick him up, but was beaten to it by Lleu, who cried, "Dibs carrying him!"

Jack gave a huge sigh and looked to the heavens for strength. Would the humiliation never end?

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The flight over to Mother Nature's meadow was like being strapped to a hot air balloon, Jack decided. He'd thought that the ridiculous suit would have hindered Lleu's flying capabilities, and it had, in a sense, but not in the way Jack had presumed. As it turned out, all that hot air trapped inside the suit made him lighter – and, like an actual hot air balloon, it was relatively easy for the wind to blow him around.

Which meant there was a fair bit of turbulence, but Lleu's grip on him was like iron, so at least he wasn't at risk of falling.

They landed outside the castle without any drama, except for the part where Lleu resolutely refused to put him down. And so Jack was forcefully carried against his will into Mother Nature's parlour, where she and some of the sprites that maintained the meadow were having tea.

Whatever conversation they'd been having cut itself off as soon as the four of them walked in, and one of the sprites dropped a fork. The clatter was impossibly loud in the silence.

"What on earth...?" Mother breathed, getting to her feet fluidly.

"We're sorry to bother you, Mother," May said. "But it would seem we have something of a... situation on our hands."

"Yes, I can see that," she replied, walking straight over to Jack and pulling him from a protesting Lleu's arms. "Jack, dear, what have you gotten yourself into?" she asked, a touch fondly, as she held him up to her eye level.

Jack resisted the urge to kick in a bid for freedom. "Magic," he confessed.

"Leave us," she said, and immediately the sprites, who were snickering, hastened to leave the room.

As soon as the doors clicked shut behind them, Mother Nature gestured for the three other seasonals to join her at the table. She held on to Jack, sitting him in her lap when she reclaimed her seat. Jack tried not to let his embarrassment show.

"Help yourselves to anything you'd like," she smiled at them.

Lleu grinned and cut himself a large slice of the teacake in the middle of the table, while Ceres poured herself a cup of tea. May simply sat and watched, waiting to see what Mother Nature would do.

"Now, Jack," Mother Nature said, reaching around him to place a small piece of teacake on a plate. "I doubt this was the result you were intending for. Why don't we start with you telling me exactly what you were trying to do?" She scooped up a small forkful and held it in front of Jack. She was fully intent on feeding him, it seemed. But Jack wasn't going to go down without a fight.

Lifting an arm up to reject the cake, he replied, "The book said it was supposed to turn things into clocks. I was trying it on a chair, but instead... this happened."

Mother Nature nodded seriously, shoving the cake in his face again. Jack leaned back a bit. "And what words did you use? Be as precise as you can," she said.

"I don't rememb-ugh–" Jack found himself cut off as Mother Nature took advantage of his response to force the cake into his mouth.

When she went to scoop up another mouthful, he flung himself from her lap and moved to hide behind May, who looked mildly sympathetic. The next second saw him being picked up again, this time by Lleu, who held him protectively with one arm and continued shovelling cake with the other. "Mine," he said, voice muffled by all the food he'd crammed in.

Jack was more than a little annoyed, but at least he wasn't being force-fed anymore. Though he didn't much like the smirk on Ceres' face. May was glaring at Lleu, and Jack took heart in knowing that there was at least one person on his side, if nothing else.

Mother Nature put the fork back down on her plate, not the least bit fazed by the development. "Well, without knowing exactly what you said, it will be difficult to know how to fix this. What about the spell book you found it in? Did you bring that with you?"

Jack shook his head. In truth, he hadn't even thought about it. And he probably wouldn't have been able to carry it, anyway.

"Well then, that is the first thing that can be done. Bring me the book, and we'll see what we can do."

Jack slumped in his seat. After all that, after all the humiliation and effort, he was being forced to go back to the Pole in the end, anyway. Yep, he really should have just asked North. He looked over to May – the only one there who knew why he didn't want to go back – to find she was already watching him.

You don't really have much of a choice, her expression said.

I regret everything, said his.

"Road trip!" Lleu announced (though it sounded more like 'rugh twph', what with all the cake in his mouth). He jumped to his feet, making sure to secure his hold on Jack as he did so. He swallowed, then, "Or, rather, sky trip, given that none of us has a license and there are no roads to the North Pole."

Jack's eyes widened. "Wait, no!" he cried. "I'll go by myself!" Actually, no, that was a terrible idea. He would need some help to get there. "I'll go with May! Lleu and Ceres don't have to come!"

Lleu looked scandalised. "If I don't come, who will carry you?!" he retorted, sounding horrified. "Don't worry, Mini Snow-Cone, I've got you!"

"This is the most fun I've had in years," Ceres added. "Of course I'm coming!"

This was not going to go well.

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It actually went really well. Jack had no idea how, but it did. The flight to the Pole had been a little tedious, given his need to be carried and the inevitable conversation about the importance of not getting caught, but the rest of it had been incredibly easy. They'd managed to sneak in through an open window, and then the elves had been more than happy to create another diversion so he and the other three could sneak back into the library.

It never occurred to Jack that maybe it was going a little bit too well – that Lady Luck was only on his side now so she could take it all away later. That is, until about five minutes into their search for the spell book Jack had been using.

All four of them froze as they heard the library door swing open. As one, they tensed and glanced over to it. North stood just this side of the doorway, staring down at them with the same shocked, and marginally frightened, expression on their own faces. His eyes darted to Jack, widened further, then quickly back to the other three.

"Not my fault!" he cried, throwing his hands up in surrender.

Jack stared at him in complete confusion, but he didn't miss the realisation that passed over the faces of the other seasonals as they exchanged looks, a silent conversation passing between them.

Well, Jack supposed, he'd gotten what he'd wanted. Too bad it came with all this humiliation. He opened his mouth to confess, but was beaten to it by Ceres.

"Hello again, North," she said, a malicious grin sliding onto her face.

"Hello... Ceres," North smiled, but it was a little strained. Once again, Jack wondered what it was that he'd missed.

"Perhaps you can assist us," May added.

North's gaze once again darted to Jack. "How can I help?" he asked carefully.

"We are in need of a counter spell for the one that did this," she gestured to where Jack was perched on a table, hand still frozen halfway through turning the page of the book in front of him.

North slowly made his way over to him. Jack didn't dare to move.

"Jack," North whispered. "What happened?"

Jack bit his lip. "Spell backfired," he whispered back. He still had no idea what was happening, but so far it looked like whatever was going on between North and the other seasonals was working in his favour.

North frowned at him in a reprimanding sort of way, and Jack avoided his eyes, thoroughly chastened without the need for words. "What were you trying to do?" he asked, voice louder and stronger than it had been before. Obviously he'd gotten over whatever had caused that reaction in him. There was a hint of disapproval in his tone, but amusement was more prominent.

"...Turn the chair into a clock."

North burst into laughter. The four of them flinched at the sudden loud noise. "You mispronounced last word, didn't you?" he grinned. "Made same mistake myself many years ago. Ombric teased me for weeks."

"So you know how to fix it?!" Jack perked up. Would he finally get his normal sized body back?

"Do not worry, my friend," he said. "Spell should wear off on its own in twenty-four hours."

Jack deflated. He still had twenty hours stuck like this?!

"He still has like twenty hours stuck like that?!" Lleu beamed. Everyone turned to stare at him and he coughed awkwardly, "Uh, I mean, oh no!"

"I suppose we should go tell Mother that the problem will solve itself," May said.

"Okay but can I stay here? I don't want to risk being force-fed again," Jack grimaced.

"I'll stay with him!" Lleu volunteered, raising his hand.

"I'll come with you, May," Ceres said, following May to the library door – there was no point in sneaking out now that they'd gotten caught. "It's not as funny anymore."

"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," Jack apologised once they were gone.

North clapped him on the shoulder, and Jack nearly face-planted right into the still-open book. "I trust you have learned lesson?"

"Yeah."

"Gimme!" Lleu snatched Jack off the table and whirled them both out of North's reach. "You're so cute~! You should stay like this forever~!"

Jack sent North a beseeching look. Help me! he mouthed, but North just chuckled and shut the book Jack had been looking through. Yes, he had definitely learned his lesson. And he vowed to never let it happen again.

Guest Review Responses:

SilverRoseLight: (Ch.1:) Thank you! X3 This fic has been a huge part of my life over the last couple of years that I've been writing it. I don't think I could bear to abandon it (though it will, sadly, be ending).
(I'm going to assume you're also SilverRoseWood) (Ch.2:) You like cliffhangers? My goodness XD Are you a masochist? haha (Ch.3:) Hmmm I'd say no, because Sandy's sand is magical dreamsand, not the regular crushed-seashell kind, but it's an interesting idea!

Painapple: I want a battle-axe too hahaha