Two Days Later
Daphne came home from her secret trip to the 1-hour-photo place sometime around noon and walked up the front steps to their door. She neatly pulled out a key ring, unlocked everything (she had to stand on a garden gnome to reach the top one), knocked once, said "I'm home!" and watched the door creak open.
Before entering the room, she glanced at her newly printed pictures. She smiled gleefully at her success, then stuffed them nonchalantly in the back of her pants.
She entered the house to smell Granny Relda's cooking. Tonight was what appeared to be squid and ice cream soufflé, with cream of ferret soup.
Yum.
She entered the living room to find everything normal—literally.
Sabrina and Puck were fighting, once again.
"That was my card, half-wit!" Puck yelled.
"No! It was rightfully mine, you pusbrain!"
Daphne stared at the two. "What are they doing?" she asked Mr. Canis.
"Playing Dummy Rummy," Mr. Canis replied. "Only Puck seems to be too dumb to understand it."
"Hey!" Puck yelped. "I'm a beginner!"
"A beginner who's never seen cards before in his life," Sabrina muttered.
"Do you want to play 52 card pick up, Grimm?" Puck threatened, flapping his cards around menacingly.
"Only if you want to play 32 teeth pick up," Sabrina replied. She set down a king of hearts. "I'm winning."
Puck groaned.
Daphne laughed and shook her head. Mr. Canis growled.
"I can't stand all this hatred; it's fogging up my thoughts. I think I need to meditate for a while," he snarled, then exited out the front door.
Sighing, Daphne tromped up the stairs and into her bedroom.
She got out some tape and a heavy duty stapler and stood on her bed. She took the picture from her pocket and stapled it to the ceiling, then duct taped it, just to reinforce it in case unwanted peoples (who shall remain nameless) decided to snoop. She then laid down on her bed and quietly stared up at it, thinking.
They really did look cute together. Puck had his slightly damaged translucent wings wrapped around her sister Sabrina, and she had her arms tight around him. They both stared straight ahead, slightly scared but mostly surprised. Puck's face was still blotchy and red in the print, but Daphne was sure that, with some photo shop, she could correct it.
She couldn't wait until they got together when they were older.
A resounding whack! came from downstairs. A voice that sounded an awful lot like Puck's let out a loud cry.
"My beautiful teeth!" he yelped.
"Get over it," Sabrina muttered. "I just did you a favor. Your face looks so much better now."
Daphne giggled. Older and more mature. In Puck's case, way more mature.
She sighed and folded her arms behind her head, gazing wistfully at the picture.
All in time, of course. All in time.