Daphne sat on the porch, working on homework. (Stupid linear equations. So stupid.)
Hissing defeat, she pulled out her pirate fight scene that she started doodling in class. A cool breeze timed perfectly with the distant rumble of thunder.
Out of nowhere came the sounds of a fight. Daphne's head snapped up. Daphne relaxed (slightly) when she registered it was just Sabrina and Puck, sparring. It was intoxicating to watch.
Puck's more brutal, harsh, fierce and commanding attacks were met with Sabrina's fast, agile, and terrifyingly precise movements.
This spar was reserved for hand to hand combat only. No weapons, magical or otherwise. Other days the two went all out with dozens of tricks up their sleeves.
Daphne shook her head, wincing at the thought of the bruises both would experience later.
Daphne squinted. Did they even know she was here?
Sensing an opportunity, Daphne grabbed her folder and papers than crouched behind a large potted plant.
In the background, lighting struck.
Unbalanced, Puck and Sabrina tripped and fell on the ground. Daphne slapped her hand over her mouth to control any spilled laughter.
The decision must have been unanimous.
Rain started slow, than poured, just like their kisses.
On the porch, Daphne spazzed, experiencing a fangirl seizure.