OK. I'm kind of nervous now because whenever I write a story I can never seem to get past, like, chapter 6 or 7, so hoping for the best! (Sorry- there's a lot of dialogue...)
NOTE: These chapters have a lot of time skips - it's not a day-to-day thing. Basically, between chapters months could be skipped.
Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Sisters. Grimm. :).
Chapter 6
Puck was tired. It was 9:30, but he was half asleep. Outside, a series of wind chimes sang...
Puck slept.
At least, he slept until Daphne flew into his room squealing, "Merry Christmas!"
She jumped up and down, and when he didn't stir, jumped up and down on him.
"Okay, okay, I'm up!"
"Come look! Presents!"
Puck's ears perked up. "I am ready to go downstairs!"
The pair rushed into the living room, where a groggy Sabrina waved towards them feebly.
"Good morning, lieblings! Merry Christmas!" Granny Relda stepped in from the kitchen, still carrying a mixing bowl and whisk with Elvis scurrying frantically behind her, trying to steal some of whatever concoction was in the bowl. "I'm making pancakes!"
This time Sabrina perked up. "Normal food?"
Relda just smiled and walked back into the kitchen, content with her Christmas greeting.
In a good thirty minutes, Granny Relda had finished her pancakes. While Daphne and Puck were usually the food hoarders, neither could match Sabrina's frantic pancake gobbling, diminishing the stack to only ten out of the original thirty or so. Of course, the two supplemented to the pancake loss, but when normal food came into it, they wouldn't be able to get too far in her way.
"Wow, 'Brina, I've never seen you eat that much!"
Sabrina said nothing, so Puck continued. "I mean, I know that Daphne and I could eat a horse each-"
"I would not eat a horse!" Daphne cut in.
"If you were starving, you would, Marshmallow."
"Would not!"
"Would too- wait, what were we talking about?"
Sabrina walked around to the kitchen, washing syrup off of her hands. Her plate rested by the sink. She walked back down to the table to start clearing it off, then interrupted the bickering pair:
"Let's open presents."
"Ah- not yet, lieblings." Relda put up a hand, determined to have a family gathering for Christmas. "Wait for everyone else."
"Okay." Daphne shrugged, but Puck sulked by the tree, hand falling from its extended position. The presents looked so inviting! Why did she have to stop him from reaching out and taking that present, opening it, basking in the glory of whatever it was? He sighed, stepped back, and plopped down on the couch. Outside, it was snowing, so he was about to suggest a snowball fight when Basil and Veronica finally came downstairs. Basil sat himself next to Puck as Veronica pulled him further up the couch and away from Elvis's overwhelming kisses (READ: Slobber).
"Henry and Jake are coming later. They said not to wait." Veronica winked at Puck, who was starting to look even more glum at the prospect of waiting even more for the family to arrive.
"Well-" Relda started, not ready to give up on her perfect family Christmas morning yet.
"Got it!" Puck ignored Relda and snatched up a present reading PUCK on the front over blue wrapping paper. He quickly opened it, scraps flying everywhere. Elvis barked when the box that Puck had opened dropped on his nose.
"What's this?" He said in confusion, shaking his gift while Sabrina stifled laughter.
"Shoes." Granny Relda said, totally deadpan.
"Old Lady, I am King!" He shouted, "I deserve more than shoes!"
"Well, of course you do." She smiled, "But in my home you need to look nice, and that means getting a new pair of shoes."
"What's wrong with my old ones?" He complained.
"They have, like, five holes per shoe." Sabrina said.
"They're covered in mud and who knows what else!" Daphne added darkly.
"Humph. Well, I'm going outside." He stomped towards the door.
"It's stopped snowing by now, so I suppose you can fly." Granny Relda sighed, giving in.
As Puck opened the door, he shivered. Maybe I should wear my jacket. Just in case.
He grabbed his jacket.
Outside, he started towards the forest when Sabrina ran up behind him.
"Hey. Can I join you?" She asked.
"Sure."
He kept walking. The two admired the world in white, trying to ignore the awkwardness between them. Snow fell from the treetops, leaving Puck annoyed that he couldn't fly with Sabrina there. Granny Relda would kill him if he left her in the middle of the woods, so instead, the next time the pair passed a big snow mound, he picked up a handful of the white fluff. Shaping it into a ball, he threw it at her.
As it flew through the air, Sabrina was turning towards Puck to say something. Sadly, the moment it hit her, she was facing him, so got hit straight in the face. "PUUUUUCK!" she screeched. Her dark blue scarf had fallen off, and she reached down to pick it up... and threw a snowball right in the center of his chest.
"Bullseye!" She said, brushing off whatever snow remained on the scarf.
Soon, the two were engaged in an intense snowball fight, dodging trees as they went.
Suddenly, Sabrina tumbled down, Puck tripping on top of her. They landed in an awkward position, Puck over Sabrina. Suddenly, the two realized the position they were in.
"S-sorry." Puck stammered, getting up and off of her.
"It's fine." She have a nervous laugh, but it was caught short by a rustling they both heard, coming from a nearby clearing.
Sparing only a glance, the two snuck over to rest behind two trees. In the clearing stood someone dressed in an ice-blue fur coat. Below the mystery person kneeled two men, one in a heavy brown coat, the other in a deep green robe.
"I's done, your Ma'esty." The one in a brown coat said with a ridiculously heavy Cockney accent. "She'll be 'ere by sunse'."
The mystery person just nodded, then looked down to the other man.
"I will have your request prepared by that time, Your Majesty."
The blue-cloaked person nodded again, then disappeared in a puff of snow, leaving behind only ice shards.
The two men stood, then disappeared as well. Behind their hiding places, Sabrina and Puck turned to stare at each other.
"What just happened?"