A/N

Sorry this is late, I wanted this posted on Friday but, alas, it's Sunday. I do have a few excuses if you want to stick around and read them. If not, feel free to skip to the story.
First, Mel went back to Alabama ): We're cousins. I live in NC. Anyways, I realized it's terribly difficult to write without her despite our phone calls and FB messages. And now, she's leaving for a mission-type trip in Kentucky for the week, which means I won't be able to call her at all for a whole 7 days! Which also means we're going to take a little longer updating. Even this chapter is a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, because I ended up halfway through the goodbyes and didn't know how far to take it and couldn't talk to Mel so I decided to wait and post goodbyes next week.
Second, yesterday was Saturday, also known as Legend-of-Korra-day. And, yesterday in particular, Legend-of-Korra-season-finale-day. My friend decided it was a good idea to have me get a tumblr, but it pretty much ate me a few days ago and I've been living in it's belly, surviving off of General Iroh II, Zutara, and other A:TLA blogs until last night when my books came.
Third, my books came. By books, I mean my A:TLA comics, including The Promise part 1 and 2. After reading it, I...just...my mind exploded.

~M.K~

"Swim suits. . .check. . .scarves. . .check. . .rubber boots. . .check. . .ties. . .check. . ." Daphne went through her uncle's suitcase.

"Daphne, I'm a grown man, I think I can pack for myself," Jake told the little girl. "Plus, do you really think I need all this stuff?"

The mound of clothing had spilled out of his suitcase and covered most of the bed. Random accessories, shoes, a few t-shirts, were strewn across his room—a mix of items Daphne had rejected from Jake's first packing attempt.

"We need to leave soon," Jake urged.

"Alright, alright, hold your rabbaroos. There, you're done. Now we just have to close this." She looked at the suitcase warily, only just realizing how much she had piled onto it. "You got any magic for this?" She asked her uncle.

"I thought you were supposed to be the witch," Jake teased. "Try some stretching powder. There's some in the Hall of Wonders. "

Daphne walked over to the guardian-less mirror, which hung on the wall next to her uncle's bed and stepped through it. As the most familiar, and most comfortable with magic, Jake got to keep the mirror in his room. Once the bag was sufficiently stretched so that it could zip, Jake carried it downstairs and Daphne went to investigate Puck's packing. She walked down the hall to Pinocchio's room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a muffled voice came through the door.

"Daphne."

The door creaked open an inch, and Pinocchio peered out. "Just Daphne?"

"Yeah, just Daphne," Daphne replied with a frown. "Why?"

Pinocchio opened his door even more before beckoning the little girl inside. "I've been working on a surprise for Jacob and Puck. Come see it."

Daphne followed Pinocchio into his room eagerly, shutting the door behind her. No one had been into his room since the house had been rebuilt, and now she could see why. Tables and shelves covered with various books and papers lined the walls. Half a dozen marionettes were bustling about the bedroom, sorting and arranging the piles of papers into neat folders, which were then placed into three large filing cabinets in the left corner. Pinocchio's twin bed had been pushed against the far wall to make room for the massive, dark wood table that stood in the center of the room.

"Wow," Daphne gasped, "what happened?"

"I've been exploring the Hall of Wonders even further and documenting my findings. You Grimms may be a little smart, but you are the most unorganized people I've ever met," Pinocchio huffed.

Daphne watched one marionette—a miniature girl wearing a frilly, pink dress and combat boots—run past carrying an armful of loose papers. The marionette nearly collided with a second—an incredibly thin man in a business suit—and nearly dropped her pile of pages.

"This is organized?" she asked incredulously.

"I'm getting there," Pinocchio snapped, walking forward to the table. "Do you want to see my surprise or not?"

Daphne nodded, following him while dodging scampering marionettes.

"Doesn't it get crowded in here with all of these puppets?"

"They're marionettes," Pinocchio corrected in annoyance, pausing before the table and waiting for Daphne.

The little girl stepped up beside him and starred at the tabletop. There was nothing there.

"Hey, what gives?"

Pinocchio rolled his eyes. "Impatient. Just watch."

She obeyed, staring curiously as Pinocchio reached forward and tapped on the table three times. Tap, tap, tap. Instantly, the air above the table shimmered like a heat wave over a scalding road and a sphere came into shape.

"Wow," Daphne whispered as the object completely materialized. Resting on the table before them sat a polished golden ball. "What is it?" Her eyes widened in wonder as she gazed at her warped reflection in the smooth surface.

"It's the ball from 'The Princess and the Frog'," Pinocchio said with proud satisfaction. "I found it shoved behind some painting of an ugly queen in the Hall of Wonders and thought we could put it to use."

"What does it do?" Daphne could feel the magic radiating off it.

"It took some test runs and researching, but I finally figured it out. By dropping the ball into a still body of water—like a pond—and saying 'I wish upon water to see X' the ball projects what the user wishes to see on the surface of the water," Pinocchio explained.

"Sort of like the mirror, only portable and with less rhyming," Daphne smiled.

Pinocchio shrugged. "I suppose. Anyways, this will help Jake and Puck find their magical objects. The downsides are that the image will only last as long as the water ripples. Once the water stills, the ball will return to the surface. And, the ball will only allow them to see everything in a six foot radius of the item, so they'll have to do some guessing."

"This is great, Pinocchio," Daphne grinned. "Uncle Jake will be happy for the help."

Pinocchio brightened at the praise. "Thanks, I just—"

Suddenly, the closet door flung open, and Puck stepped out, dragging a stuffed duffle behind him. "What's up, piggies? Playing with your puppets again?"

"They're marionettes," Pinocchio growled, clenching his fists.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Puck said. "They're creepy, and they're making a mess."

"They're organizing," Pinocchio corrected furiously. "It just takes a while to sort everything. It's not nearly as bad as when your filthy primates escaped your room and came rampaging through mine."

"Hey! My chimps were just—"

"Boys!" Daphne shouted, causing both Pinocchio and Puck to stop arguing and look at her in surprise. "Yeah, I'm still here. And we have more important things to do than argue." She turned to Puck, "why do you have a duffel bag?"

"I'm packing. This is all the important stuff I need for my trip—some glue, a whoopee cushion, a few glop grenades, rubber snakes, a bucket of paint. . ."

"Why don't you just leave all that stuff in your room, though? Your room is portable, remember?"

Puck's jaw dropped. "You mean, I just spent the past hour pointlessly working when I could have been setting up some last pranks for Sabrina?"

"Do I really have to explain your room to you again?" Daphne rolled her eyes, something she had started to do more often lately. "When we opened your room during the battle, the coven made you a key so that you would be able to open it anywhere. That's how you're using Pinocchio's closet as your bedroom. You—well, I did, because you lost the first key—just stuck the key in his closet door, knocked on it three times, and your room appeared. Knocking three times accesses things that are magically hidden. It's sort of like magical storage. That's how Granny has the front door lock, and how Pinocchio stores this," she held up the golden ball. "So you don't have to pack. All you have to do it take your key. Got it?"

"I stick the key in the lock, tap three times, and bam! my room," Puck repeated. "I'm not stupid," he stuck his tongue out at Daphne.

"Au contraire—" Pinocchio began.

"Just don't lose the key, okay?" Daphne cut Pinocchio off.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm a king, I never lost things."

"I'm going to give Jake one, too, just in case," Daphne grumbled.

"So what's with the golden ball?" Puck asked, after putting his duffel back into his room, closing the room, and putting the key in his pocket.

"This," Pinocchio picked up the ball, "is a highly fascinating piece of magical equipment that can allow one to access images through a reflection in a still body of water."

"Uh…in English?"

"If you drop it in water, it will show you what you ask for," Pinocchio explained impatiently. "It's for you and Jacob to take on your trip."

"C'mon guys, let's go! Uncle Jake's waiting for you, Puck. And you still haven't said goodbye to Sabrina," Daphne said from the doorway, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Puck froze, looking horrorstruck. "Why do I need to say goodbye? I'll be back. . ."

"No, you're still king of Faerie. And now that the barrier's gone, you can go to the city once you're done looking for magical objects with Uncle Jake. Now go say goodbye to her," she shoved Puck toward the room next to Pinocchio's. "Me and Pinocchio will be downstairs."

"'Pinocchio and I'," Pinocchio corrected, pulling his bedroom door shut and following Daphne.

Puck spluttered, then shrugged and turned toward Granny Relda's bedroom door. Sabrina had been staying in Granny Relda's room, since she would be moving back to New York City with Henry and Veronica and it would be pointless for her to have her own room. He opened the door, realizing too late that he should have knocked first.

~M.K~

BAHAH I'm so evil ^^ I have more written but, like I said, I don't know how far to take it. And yes, I am purposly trying to make this sound as dirty as possible XD YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT! Gah...I need to get off the computer .
Krys
P.S. Melanie asks that you all please, please, please review with a General Iroh II on top! I have no shame XP But seriously, reviews make us feel loved and then we get all hyped up to write and then we try to update faster to return the love!