A/N: Darn it all. I forgot that it's November. Stupid, stupid, stupid - after I made sure to tell you guys, too. Really sorry if something from an earlier chapter wasn't November-esque. I might've put in something about summer vacation being soon...?

Okay, I'm not going to put in little notes like that into A/N's anymore. Please, go ahead and start reading. Just... Read.

Forty-five minutes later, Henry arrived at the school.

"Hey, girls," he said as they clambered into the car. He didn't notice Sabrina's wince when she brushed her arm against the seat, or her attempt to keep the back of her shin away from the bottom of the seat. "Where's everyone else?"

Daphne looked over to Sabrina as she buckled in her seat belt. Sabrina looked down at her lap. "We've already told you fifty times, Dad. Everyone else is too lazy to get their butts outside, so they wait inside until the teachers call them down. And all the other parents are lazy butt holes, too."

"Watch your language," he warned, but she knew she didn't mean it. If he did, he would've been glaring at her in the rear view mirror. "So, how was school today?"

Sabrina looked over to Daphne. She perked up. "It was fun! Miss Rochies let us make finger puppets today for art, and then we used them to finger-paint! It was all Jessie's idea, she loooves finger painting! Finger painting is her obsobbilicious! It means an awesome hobbie-obsession," she added, directing the sentence to Sabrina. Sabrina closed her mouth. "And then, during recess, we went over to the side of the school to play this new card game that Olivia's cousin showed her. It's called Black Jack or something, and basically..."

She chattered ceaselessly during the fifteen minutes it took them to get home. When Henry turned the car off and stepped out, Daphne bounced out after him. Sabrina followed, limping every-so-slightly and tugging on her sweater sleeve, to cover the scratches that went all the way down to her wrist. Daphne didn't stop talking for even a second.

"...and she showed us how big it was with her hands! She had an iguana that was this big!" Daphne stretched her hands out, almost shoulder-width apart. "And she told us it was named Charlie, and that a few days after they bought it, Charlie gave birth! So they renamed her Charlotte. And the eggs were really small, and scaly, and-"

"That's lovely, Daphne," Henry cut in, "but could you be quiet for a minute while I try to find my keys?"

Daphne shut up. Sabrina leaned against the wall as casually as she could, sandwiching her sleeve between her injured arm and the wall. "Dad, did you check your inner jacket pocket?"

"Yes, I did, and it's not there."

As he rummaged through his pockets, a pale hand reached forward, pressed a small piece of plastic against the scanner, and pulled open the door.

"Oh, thanks." Henry turned to face the newcomer. "I didn't see you there."

The girl stared back, expressionless. Sabrina felt a chill go down her spine.

She was standing right next to me, and I didn't see her, either.

"Are you new here or something?" she asked as Henry took the door. "I haven't seen you around."

The girl turned to look at Sabrina, who began to inch toward the door when she saw the stranger's ice-blue eyes. "You don't know me," the stranger said. She spoke in a low, somehow frosty voice, clearly enunciating and cutting off the syllables as she said them. "And I don't know you."

Sabrina stared at her as she turned and walked out. Outside, her white-blond hair flew freely in the wind - a wind that Sabrina didn't remember feeling when she'd been outside. The stranger looked slightly familiar. Was it the hair? The eyes?

It was probably the eyes, she decided as she followed her father and sister inside. The stranger's eyes looked a bit like Dasha's. Dasha's eyes were robin-egg blue, just as large as the stranger's, which had been framed by short, fluffy lashes. But the stranger's eyelashes looked natural.

"Come on, Sabrina!" Daphne called. "The elevator's gonna close if you don't hurry up!"

Sabrina dashed the last few meters to the elevator's door. Walking up seventeen flights of stairs was not fun, especially with a bruised leg.

With Daphne's help, her battle injuries went unnoticed for the whole trip to the seventeenth floor and into their apartment. From there on out, it was all thanks to Puck.

"Mom! We're home!" Daphne yelled once Henry got the door open. They heard a loud crash come from the kitchen, then quick, frantic footsteps as someone ran around. Judging by the sounds of dropped pots and pans, clattering silverware, and the scrapes of chair legs skidding across the tiled floor, someone was trying to clean up.

"What's going on there, honey?" Henry shut the door and pulled off his shoes, keeping a wary eye on the door to the kitchen. "Do you need my help?"

"No! It's all fine - just... I'll be out in a minute, be-"

"What, you want the old man to join us, too?" Henry's face turned stony, and Sabrina began to inch toward her bedroom. That face was never good. "I'll tell him all about it, too! I'll bet he'll love the story about how I tricked Mother Goose eating one of her eggs. Man, that was nasty, even for me."

"Shush! Shush!"

Veronica's loud whisper was punctuated by more clatters, then the sound of something breaking.

"Veronica, what're you two talking about?"

"Oh, Puck was just telling me the latest news in Faery."

Veronica's attempt to make it sound casual failed. Henry's face began to turn purple, and Sabrina grabbed Daphne's arm and pulled her down the hall. Moments after she slammed the door to her room shut, she heard him bellow, "What do you mean, the latest news in Faery? You promised me we were done with the Ever Afters!"

"They're part of the family, whether you like it or not," Veronica shouted back. "As Grimms, we have a duty to-"

"You're not even a Grimm! I'm a Grimm! You married into this family - why do you care so much about it when it's not even in your blood?"

Sabrina sat down on her bed with a wince. "Owww. My leg is killing me."

Daphne glanced at the door and chewed on her nail. "Are Mom and Dad going to be okay? They're really loud."

"They're probably just fighting about stupid things again. Kind of like when they were yelling at each other because Mom bought 2% milk when Dad wanted skim." Sabrina rolled up her pant leg. "Just you wait. In a few minutes, they'll hush down and argue more quietly so that they're not bothering us."

Daphne sat next to Sabrina and peered at her bruised leg. "Owie!" She whistled. "Wow, Melissa was right - mean girls really do pack a punch!"

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "When are you going to stop listening to your friends' stories?"

She bent over and inspected the bruise. Despite the fact that she'd only been kicked with pointy shoes, it was pretty big - a mottled red mark, almost as large as her palm, that spread from a few inches above her ankle halfway up her shin. She poked it gently and winced.

Daphne watched her, swinging her legs back and forth. "Sabrina, why d'you fight them all the time anyway?" She lifted her arms and threw out a few punches, mock-karate style. "You should ask Mom and Dad for karate lessons! Then at least you'll be allowed to beat up people without getting into trouble."

"I only want to beat up Dasha and her other peacock-brained friends." Sabrina rolled down her pant leg and stood up, then immediately sat back down. She grimaced and pulled her legs up to sit cross-legged. "Darn it! I hate it when she wears those shoes. They hurt like heck when she kicks me."

She began to roll up her sleeve to inspect her scratches as Daphne muttered, "Well, you could just tell the teachers and tell them to make her stop."

"As if that would work," Sabrina said icily. She ran a finger over the thin red scabs, then yanked her sleeve back down. "As if the teachers aren't all puppets, dancing however she tells them to."

"Just because it happened once doesn't mean it'll happen again!" Daphne crossed her arms and pouted. "I mean, if you keep saying it over and over and over and over, the teachers will have to start believing you! All of the older teachers are poop heads."

Sabrina scowled. "Yeah, well, guess what? Dasha and her little puppy-dog crew are all the poop heads' pets. Might as well just give up."

"But-!"

Daphne's next words turned into a squeal when the door banged open.

"Hey, Grimms." Puck stuck his head inside the room. "Your parents-" He said it like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "-said that they want you to come to dinner before all the food gets eaten, but you can stay here if you want and give all your food to me. What happened to your arm?"

Sabrina hid her scratched arm behind her back. "Nothing."

He gave her a suspicious look, but left anyway.

"You're gonna have to tell Mom and Dad soon, you know," Daphne whispered.

"I'd rather do it later rather than sooner," Sabrina grumbled as a reply. Daphne scrunched up her nose.

"Isn't it the other way around?"

"Yeah, it is."

A/N: Yay... Whoot... Abrupt ending...?

I have a plan, I know where I'm going, I just hate writer's block and all my own OCs that I need to start writing into their own stories are kinda clogging up my brain and making it hard for me to write anyone in character.

So, yay, it's done, the next chapter will (hopefully) be up soon, and constructive criticism is always appreciated.