Sabrina couldn't think. Couldn't talk. Oddly enough, the only thing that she seemed able to do was clutch Puck's hand tightly as he lead her into - Mirror's room! Sabrina snapped out of her reverie.
She was confused, and indignant, she told Puck so. But she didn't let go of his hand.
"Puck, I already know about Mirror. Duh! You have used him with me!"
Puck turned to look at her, with something like exasperation creeping onto his profile.
"'Brina, that's not what I want to show you. Just follow me, OK?"
Sabrina made no comment. She didn't want to old Puck take over again. This new one was much to wonderful.
He opened Mirror's door, and pulled her gently in.
Mirror was standing in his frame, waiting for them, grinning smugly at Sabrina. The phrase, 'I told you so' seemed to be shooting in laser-beam form towards her from his eyes. Irked, Sabrina stuck her tongue out at him. Instantly, she wished she hadn't. It was such a childish gesture; it seemed silly.
Sabrina glanced into Mirror's mirror, where she could just make out her reflection, and checked that her lipstick hadn't smeared. She pulled down her pink shirt and tossed her blond waves behind her shoulders. When she looked back towards Mirror and Puck, she saw that they were looking at her and smiling.
She was shocked. They were laughing at her girlish fetishes. Ruffled, Sabrina wriggled her hand from Puck's, and walked up to Mirror with her hands on her hips.
"So just what is fairy-boy going to show me?"
She glanced back at Puck, who nodded up to Mirror.
Mirror looked down at Sabrina, grinned, winked ( much to Sabrina's supreme irritation ) and said:
"This way, madame."
He bowed at the waist and gestured for her to enter.
"Puck, I've already seen most of Mirror's rooms. What is it?"
"You'll see, 'Brina."
He smiled affectionately at her; Sabrina wondered with complete seriousness whether or not to call Granny Relda and tell her to call the Mental Hospital for Puck. Or herself. Maybe she was the one going crazy. Either way, she was fine with it.
She stepped into Mirror, where the little man patted her back, whispered something to Puck, and did not follow.
Instantaneously, Sabrina was nervous. Although, of course, she did not need an escort, not having Mirror there opened new possibilities.
When they had passed exactly 49 doors, and Puck had not shown any trace of slowing down, Sabrina stopped. After continuing for 7 paces, Puck stopped too.
"What's the matter?" His face held concern.
"Uh, Puck, this is kind of weird. I mean, first, you laugh when I pulled a ridiculous prank on you." At this she paused, blushing, and continued. "And then you compliment me at breakfast, right before you follow me upstairs. Now you are pulling me through Mirror, and I have no idea where I am going."
She waited for Puck to say something.
He looked up at her, his face solemn.
"Sabrina Grimm, I have something to show you. I did all that because of this. Please just let me show this to you – you won't regret it! Please 'Brina!"
His was pleading, and he was holding both of her hands. Her eyes flicked back up and met his larger ones.
She nearly fainted.
His eyes were great pools of blue that seemed to be overflowing. She seemed to be falling headlong into them, and had no power of herself. Sabrina would do whatever he asked. Of course. Again.
They passed more doors that Sabrina was bothering to count after that. She was too busy concentrating on how Puck's hand felt; it was gripping hers. His muscles were tense and hard against hers, which she was forcing to be relaxed. Eyeing his fingers, she noticed that they were red from clenching her hand, which was clammy. She wished that she could wipe them on her shirt, but she didn't want to let go of him.
Finally, they reached a large door that was completely white, even the doorknob. For the first time in 10 minutes, Puck stopped walking. He turned around to face her; she noticed with a jolt that he was about 2 inches taller than her.
"Sabrina, this is the place. OK, so, um, yeah. Just stay with me once we go in, ok?"
Sabrina nodded dumbly, her heart racing not at what was behind the door, but at Puck's eyes – again.
Gosh, get you're act together! She told herself. Its PUCK! PUCK WHO YOU HATE? REMEMBER? But she kept on holding his hand.
Sabrina calmed herself and waited for Puck to open the door.
Inhaling deeply, Puck turned the white doorknob.
