Here's chapter 4! Hope it's good.
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Ice Cream, anyone?
Granny gasped.
"But I thought she turned good?" Uncle Jake asked as he hovered over the items. He picked up the feather and held it up to the naked lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling. I could make out small intricate designs that resembled snowflakes. I snorted.
"How many everafters are there in this town, that relate to ice or snow?" I asked. Granny's eyebrows furrowed together trying to think of some. She shared a grim look with Uncle Jake and Briar.
"No, there aren't many really." Granny said gently picking up the peice of ice. I turned around to see Puck stuffing coffee beans into his pockets. I dreaded what he was gonna do with them. He looked up at me and grinned.
"So we're gonna go visit her?" Daphne asked. Her hand didn't even twitch towards her mouth like it usually did when she was about to meet a new everafter.
"Not excited, huh?" I said quietly smiling at her. She stuck her tongue out at me.
"She stole from Briar. She's not nice." She said stomping her foot. "Don't worry we'll get your stuff back!" Daphne started for the door. A small smile cracked onto Briar's stressed face. We all walked outside towards the car. When a shrill voice stopped us.
"What happened here?!" I turned around to face angry fairy godmothers. Buzzflower and Mallobarb buzzed around Briar checking for any injuries. They turned on Uncle Jake.
"We knew this would happen if you saw her! Didn't I say he was trouble, Mallobarb?" Buzzflower said while angrily pointing at Uncle Jake. I stepped in between them, I held onto Trooper.
"It's not his fault! And you should be thankful we're even helping you." I knew I was being completely rude, but she was too.
"Sabrina!" Granny scolded at me, shocked.
"No, she's right. We are thankful, aren't we?" Briar said giving her godmothers stern looks. They grumbled and took out their wands. Scowling they flicked their wrists at the shop. The sign readjusted itself above the doorway, the tables and chairs inside the shop rearanged themselves, even the shattered window was fixed up. They went and stood behind Briar, looking like guards for a mafia; staring down Uncle Jake.
"We should go now. We have to go visit a suspect!" Granny said in a cheery voice. She turned to me. "Are you feeling well, liebling?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." I said softly petting Trooper.
"Till we meet again." Uncle Jake said, taking Briar's hand and kissing it. Briar blushed and giggled. Puck put his back to them, facing me, and made gagging faces. I chuckled. Daphne bit her hand and jumped around.
"When are you guys gonna kiss?" Daphne said, now jumping in between me and Puck. He looked at me and smirked.
"Never in a million years." He said. I tried not to laugh.
"Yeah, cause if you did. I'd slug you in your gut." I said cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah and I wouldn't fall backwards." He said, giving me a raspberry. I laughed. We were practically telling Daphne about our first kiss, which I did not plan or enjoy, but she didn't understand. Daphne gave us a 'you-guys-are-crazy' look and headed towards the car with Elvis. Uncle Jake waved good bye to Briar as she and her godmothers went back into the shop. People were already arriving to the newly fixed shop. Uncle Jake started the car with a loud backfire. We all tumbled inside, trying and failing, to make ourselves comfortable.
"Where to?" Uncle Jake shouted over the roar of the engine as he backed out.
"Tofu? We can't think about eating! We're on a mystery!" Granny yelled back.
"Yeah! I know kung-fu!" Puck shouted back.
"YEAH I LIKE PONIES! WHY?" Daphne shouted the loudest. I looked at her weirdly. Ponies didn't sound like anything the others said. I rolled my eyes. Daphne turned to me and giggled.
"DO YOU LIKE PUCK?" She asked. I felt the blood drain from my face. Puck looked at me confused.
"Who's Chuck?!" Puck asked leaning towards me. I laughed. I was gonna have fun.
"How'd you know?!" I told Daphne. Her jaw dropped, and she squealed. Puck frowned.
"Is he a mental patient?" Puck shouted over the roar. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"No! He's perfectly sane!" I said.
"Yeah right!" Puck said, I noticed we passed by Old McDonald's farm. "He doesn't deserve you anyways! He's probably a burn victim, and he can get someone way better looking!" I barely heard what he said.
"What'd you say?!" I screamed back. Puck hated repeating himself.
"HE DOESN'T DESERVE YOU!--" He yelled, right when Uncle Jake stopped the engine. He stopped the rest of his sentence, noticing what he just blurted out. The car was deathly quiet. Everyone's eyes on Puck.
"Whoa." Daphne said with a serious face. Uncle Jake and Granny looked at each other and stiffled laughter. Puck looked at me wide-eyed, hoping I would say something.
"Why? Because he's a burn victim and he can get someone better looking?" I said for him. He let out a sigh.
"That's what I said the first time." He grumbled as we started coming out of the car. Daphne giggled.
"Sure you did." She kept giggling with Granny.
"I did!" Puck protested. Uncle Jake patted Puck's back roughly, making him stumble forwards.
"Don't worry, we believe you. But one question..." Uncle Jake said, obviously trying not to laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him, telling him it better not be embarrassing.
"What?" Puck asked, his eyes narrowed too.
"When's the wedding?" Uncle Jake burst into laughter, with Granny and Daphne. I was mortified. I knew my face was pure disgust. I side-stepped away from him.
"Can we just get back to the freakin' mystery!" Puck said stomping towards the house. That's when I noticed where we were. It was a big beautiful icy blue house. It's windows looked like they were frozen with the mist crawling upwards. There were four round white columns around the door. The color of the house reminded me of the witch's castle from Narnia. What ruined the magical feeling to it, was the parked ice-cream truck in the driveway. Granny walked up to the house, all of us behind her, as she knocked on the door. Nothing.
"Maybe you should ring the door bell. Her place is big." I said. Granny rang the door bell.
"Coming!" Said a voice from behind the door. Footsteps scurried towards the door. Locks were unlocked, and the door knob turned. The door opened, and there stood a woman.
"Yes. How may I help you?" She asked. She was beautiful, like Ms. White and Briar, only prettier. She had long silky white hair. She had a sharp, yet friendly, pale face. Her icy blue and gray eyes were framed by thin eyebrows. She had a thin figure under her long white dress. She cocked her eyebrows at us. Her thin soft pink lips showing a small smile.
"Hello, may we ask you a few questions? Concerning an accident that happened earlier today." Granny said. I felt embarassed. How do we just go to someone's house and accuse them of doing something, without that much solid evidence. The peice of ice and feather could have been blown in by the shattered window. The queen didn't seem offended.
"Why of course. Come in, please. It's freezing outside. And that's something coming from me." She said with a small chuckle. We all bustled in, she closed the door behind us and showed us to the living room.
"Please sit." She said spreading her arms across the pure white couches. She looked at Puck and frowned a bit at how dirty he was. I felt myself blush. He couldn't sit down, or he'd mess up her expensive couches. She sat down on a rocking chair that looked like a throne. Granny and Uncle Jake sat on the couch across from the one me and Daphne were sitting on. Puck sat down next to me and I cringed, hoping that when he stood back up there wouldn't be dirt everywhere. The queen let out a small laugh.
"Don't worry little one. I've had my share of guests sit on these couches. Comes right off." I let out a sigh as she said this. Puck seemed completely lost. She got up. "Anyone want ice-cream?" She said with a bright smile, showing off a perfect set of snowy white teeth. Uncle Jake's hand shot up first, he lowered it down a bit embarrassed. Daphne grinned and nodded.
"I want a double chocolate bar, peasant." Puck said propping his legs onto the glass coffee table infront of the couch. I let my head drop into my hands and I groaned. I peeked up, to see the queen had an amused smile.
"And who may you be?" She said elegantly crouching down to his level. He let out an exasperated sigh.
"I am the King of Faerie, of course. Prince of Juvenile Delinquents, The Trickster King, etc. etc." He said. "You know I'm getting tired of explaining myself."
"And we're getting tired of hearing you." I muttered under my breath, shoving his feet off the table. He stuck his tongue out at me. The queen chuckled. "Aren't you royalty too? Why can't you send him to a dungeon, or something." I asked her. She threw her head back and laughed.
"He just wants to have fun. I remember when I used to boss people around. Would you like some ice-cream, dear?" She asked me. I shook my head no. I didn't trust her. She did freeze a kid to death, didn't she?
"I'll go and get those ice-creams for you guys." She said as she walked out of the room.
"Gosh, you're so embarrassing. Don't you know how to act in someone else's house?" I frowned at Puck.
"Oh please, Grimm. I'm royalty. She's probably jumping in joy right now cause I graced her with my presence." He said puffing up his chest. I rolled my eyes. She came back in with three ice-cream cones. She handed one each to Daphne, Puck, and Uncle Jake. Puck swallowed his cone. Daphne and Uncle Jake took big bites, than groaning when brain freeze hit them.
"I'm very sorry to bother you, but I'd like to ask some questions concerning the break in." Granny said taking out a notepad from her big, heavy purse. Elvis let out a big yawn, as he layed down on the fluffy white carpet. Trooper got up, walked around in a circle on my lap, and plopped back down. I softly stroked the spot between his ears, making him fall asleep.
"It's no bother. It's always a pleasure to have guests. Now what would you like to ask?" She said sitting back down on the "throne".
"Do you have any idea where the peices to the mirror the troll created are?" Granny asked. The queen seemed to frown a bit.
"Why I thought they were scattered around the world. It would be impossible to collect them all." She said. Granny nodded in agreement.
"Yes, but we were proven wrong today. It seems that Ms. Rose had them all collected. It was stolen." Granny said looking down. I saw shock settle on the queens face. But was it real?
"That's terrible. In the wrong hands it could be disastrous..." She trailed off. It was her that used the little boy. She squirmed in her seat. "Now I know why you're questioning me. But I've changed. I've rid myself of those horrid thoughts, I'm perfectly content here in Ferryport Landing. I don't know why that Hand has to make such a big fuss out of being stuck here." She said pouting a little bit.
"It's nothing personal Ms.--" Granny flustered. "Why I don't know what I should call you."
"My friends call me Shelly." The queen said with a warm smile.
"Shelly? What kind of dorky name is that?" Puck snorted. I elbowed him in the side.
"Sorry, we're trying to train him. So far, his chimps have more manners." I said to the queen, apologetically. The queen seemed unfazed.
"It's ok. I've met rude angry villagers. And with pitch forks and torches." She said. I looked at her a bit shocked. She turned back to Granny. "I'm sorry I was of no help."
Granny smiled her usual warm smile. "It's ok, Shelly. Thank you for you hospitality." Granny got up and motioned for us to do the same. Elvis shot up, his ears perking up. He started to growl. I craned my neck to see what he was growling at. A white cat. Its tail flicked back and forth as it stared at Elvis with unblinking eyes.
"Uh-oh." I said. Elvis let out a bark and chased after it. The cat hissed and ran towards the hallway. Everyone went after them. Me infront. Elvis kept barking at the cat, we ran around the hallway, through the kitchen, and through the dining room. It felt like an episode of Tom & Jerry.
"Lucy! Honey! Stop!" The queen kept trying to calm down the cat. Puck was hovering above the whole scene laughing his butt off. Daphne was hanging onto Elvis's collar and being dragged by him.
"Elvis! You're being a very bad boy!" Granny said chasing after them. There was a small table in the hallway. I passed by it about five times before I stopped and noticed what was perched on it. A jar. With what seemed like little bits and peices of broken mirror. I stopped staring at it, once the queen came chasing after everyone else. I noticed Granny left her purse right beside the table. I ran towards Puck and grabbed his ankle dragging him down.
"Puck. She has it. On the table. I'll distract them even more. Grab it! You can put it in Granny's purse." I whisper-shouted to him. He gave me a stiff nod as I stepped away from him. I ran into the dining room cutting them off from entrance into the hallway. From the corner of my eye I watched as Puck quickly zoomed towards the table and shoved the jar into Granny's purse. I noticed a second after it happened. The cat, Lucy, had jumped onto me and clung onto my coat with it's sharp claws. It kept hissing and spitting. I fell down when Elvis jumped at me trying to get at the cat. The queen quickly grabbed Lucy.
"We are so terribly sorry! Elvis usually has full control of himself." Granny said holding onto Elvis's collar. Daphne got up from the ground and brushed herself off. She looked up, a wide grin on her face.
"That was fun!" She said. The queen chuckled.
"It's ok, no one was harmed." She said. Granny walked towards the little table and picked up her purse. The queen opened the door for us. We all scurried outside into the freezing winter weather.
"Thank you for your time, Shelly." Granny called out. The queen smiled and waved before closing the door. We all stuffed ourselves back into the car. Granny turned in her seat to face us.
"What have you detected? Any findings?" Granny asked. I leaned forwards, went into her purse, and took out the jar. Granny gasped.
"Well we know that Shelly," I air quoted Shelly. "Is a rotten liar, and she's still having those horrid thoughts." Me and Puck looked at each other.
"I found this on the table in the hallway, Puck slipped it into your bag."
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