AN- Yay! Two chapters in one day! And I totally forgot about the ages. Sabrina and Puck are 16, Daphne is 13, and Red is 12. And I promise this one isn't near as violent as the last one. Oh and they defeated the Scarlet Hand, but haven't yet found out how to break their parents' sleeping spell.

2. Make-up

Sabrina POV

As a high pitched scream broke the silence of night, I sat up and groaned. Why did Red have to have nightmares every night? I looked over at the clock, groaning once more; it read 2:47 a.m. Why is the world so cruel? I tried going back to sleep, but it was no use. I was wide awake. I decided I might as well get up and take a shower before anyone else. I hate sharing a house with 5 other people plus 2 sleeping parents and a dog (who unfortunately found his way into the sausage yesterday; we ended up locking him in a room in the Hall of Wonders).

I was just thinking about being evil today, and using up all the hot water before anyone else even got up, when I realized that the bathroom door was open. Now this isn't all that odd, but Daphne was in there, applying MAKE-UP. Well, she was trying. It made me remember the days before I asked Snow and Briar for help. It also made me wonder if I really looked that stupid. I mean, no offense to Daphne or anything, but she couldn't pull off purple lipstick and red eye-shadow to save her life. I don't think anyone could.

Being the Queen of Sneaks that I am, I snuck up behind her and waited till she noticed me. Granted, it didn't take her long. She screamed and dropped the tube of lipstick she was holding in the sink and proceeded to glare lethally at me. I struggled to hold back laughter; it was just so darn funny.

"Need some help, Daph?" I asked, knowing full well this would embarrass her to no end. I swear, Puck was starting to rub off on me.

"What are you even doing up? It's 3 a.m."

"Red woke me up. I assume that's why you're up."

She nodded angrily. "Look, can you just forget this ever happened?" she asked pleadingly.

"If you need it, I'll be glad to help. First of all, don't use purple lipstick at all unless you suddenly turn Goth, and especially not with red."

She sighed and grudgingly said, "I guess I do need some help."

"Way to state the obvious," I said being my usual sarcastic self. She stuck her tongue out at me, but allowed me to show her the proper way to apply make-up. It was about an hour before she finally mastered everything, but when she did, Daphne was so proud of herself she actually started jumping.

But of course, a certain someone had to come and ruin it. You guessed it; Puck was now standing in the doorway laughing. "Wow, Marshmallow! What exploded in your face?"

I groaned. "Puck, why do you always have the worst possible timing?"

"I believe that's a matter of perspective Grimm. Bad for you is good for me."

"Then your perspective is seriously messed up. Whenever something's bad for me, I get angry. When I get angry a certain fairy pays. Severely."

"Oh please, like you could possibly do anything to harm the Trickster King," he said with what sounded a lot like confidence, but I was about 99.9% certain that there was a glimmer of doubt in his eyes. And I knew exactly why. You see, last night, I had gotten bored and decided to steal Kraven the Deceiver from Puck's room and give the stuffed unicorn a bit of a touch up. Let's just say Kraven can't pull off purple lipstick and red eye shadow any better than Daphne.

I grinned evilly, shoved my way passed him, and walked down the hall towards my room.

"Hey Ugly, what are you doing? Only cowards run away from a fight," he yelled after me.

"I never said I was gonna fight you Stinky, I just said that you would pay," I explained patiently. Oh man, was I going to enjoy this. I walked into my room and grabbed Kraven from my secret hiding place.

When I emerged back into the hallway, Puck immediately started crying, "Kraven! You found him, I thought one of my chimps ate-" he broke off suddenly when he saw my little adjustment.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, waking up Granny, Uncle Jake, and Red.

Granny sprang into the hallway wielding a samurai sword, while Uncle Jake and Red just shuffle in sleepily and mumble incoherently.

"What's going on? Is anyone hurt?" Granny questioned, while looking wildly about the hallway.

"Nah, just a little make-up," I replied before walking calmly back into my room and laughing myself back to sleep.

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Puck's POV

Oh she is dead! How could she do something this horrible to Kraven? He's allergic to make-up.

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