*Disclaimer:* I do not own the Sisters Grimm. All hail Michael Buckley.
When Sabrina and Puck made it to the Grimm house, it was very difficult to get through the magical and secure walls that it obtained. They kept trying to push through, but apparently, magic repelled the dead, too.
They decided to wait. The rest of the Grimm's would have to open the door sooner or later, and then, they would sneak in.
*Please ignore break.*
It was about 9 hours of tedious waiting, until finally, Daphne and Veronica exited the grieving household.
Puck was about to step inside when Sabrina pulled his arm.
"What?" He asked impatiently. The multitude of locks were slowly clicking as the keys closed them.
"Lets follow them."
"Grimm, as much as I hate to say this, we need to get this reading done. You can talk to them after we're done with the transformation."
"Puck, we can go in when they come back. I want to know the whereabouts of my family members. Is that so bad?"
"Stop trying to play the guilty card on me. I'm not falling for it."
"Fine, then you go do research since its so 'fun'," she remarked sarcastically, "and I will go see how my family is doing without me."
"I don't wanna do research! And if I did I wouldn't wanna do it on my own!"
"So... You'll join me in following them?"
"Fine..." He was giving into a lot of arguments these days. Sabrina was the more mischievous one sometimes, and every time he was about to get the upper hand, she saw it coming. Was he becoming predictable? He had to blow of some steam... I'll just plan some pranks when we get back. She's been slime/bug free for too long. You don't want her getting used to it. He thought.
Sabrina took Pucks outstretched hand and he hooked his other arm around her waist. She still had a fear of heights, much to her dismay, and she had no other choice than to face her phobia... Again. She was getting used to it, and she knew that looking straight ahead would help. But it surely didn't help when Puck loosened his grip, and made her think he was dropping her. He noticed her issue when she began to claw at his chest and had to stifle a laugh when she clung on to him for dear life as he readjusted her in his arms.
His remaining laughter quickly diminished when they landed... and Sabrina wasn't loosening her grip... at all.
They confirmed that the situation was very awkward when he noticed that her eyes had opened and she hugged herself against him even more. She hid her head in his chest.
"Sabrina?" He asked. Crap, forgot to call her Grimm. Now everything's even more awkward. He cursed himself, inwardly.
"Hm?" She asked, she looked up at him.
"Um... we're here?" He offered.
"Uh, yeah." She quickly backed away from him and dusted herself off on account of just doing something, anything, to try to lessen the awkward in the air.
Immediately, they both missed the warmth of hugging each other. And in synchronization, they shook their heads, took a step back, and cursed at themselves for their actions and thoughts.
After pulling themselves together, Sabrina spotted her mom and her little sister.
"Look."
Puck turned his head to see both of them walking from his grave to the one belonging to Sabrina. In the small pitcher by his grave, there was a new set of flowers. And ahead of the pitcher were two women holding another bouquet and heading for Sabrina's grave. He smiled. But then remembered another down side to the afterlife. Should I tell her? But then she might get worried. But if I don't she will never know. He decided to tell her the bad thing about graveyard graves.
"Sabrina?"
"Yea?"
"There's something you need to know. About graves."
"What?"
"Ok... Well, you know how people bring flowers to people's graves?"
He saw her glimmering blonde hair shift under the moon, she nodded.
"Well... Lets say nobody puts flowers on your grave anymore. The gods give you a couple of years to see if anyone ever puts flowers on your grave again. And if they don't, it becomes a sure fact, that you're forgotten. So they drag you back to your grave and you stay encapsulated in your physical form, in a coffin, for eternity. Unless someone starts putting flowers on your grave again."
"...Oh..."
He nodded. "I thought you ought to know."
"Thanks... for telling me."
"No problem, but lets just remember to put flowers in each others graves."
"Okay... Just in case."
"Just in case." He echoed.
*Please ignore break*
After thirty minutes of watching the women cry silently, they followed the two broken hearts back home.
As the door swung open, the two snuck inside and hit the books.
A/N: Same question as last chapter. Next chapter will probably include researching and adventure, just putting it out there. Thanks for reading and please REVIEW! Have a nice day.