AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I'm kinda stuck on the next chapter and I was getting a really good response to Punky's Log all of a sudden.

Greta stared hatefully at her mirror phone. Why did she have to watch Blondie's stupid show? She had already been mad enough as it was, and she knew better than to doubt her friend. When she heard the knocking at her door, she quickly rushed to it in hopes that it was Ingrid on the other side. She was profoundly disappointed when it was merely a freckled fool of a prince instead.

"Oh, what do you want, frog legs?" Hopper looked taken aback, and Greta rolled her eyes.

"Um, can I talk to Greta?" Hopper looked like he was waiting for Greta to attack him. She scoffed. You already are, buddy.

"No," Greta said sarcastically, "she's busy in a stew pot," she said sarcastically, barely suppressing a snarl. Her fists clenched as she tried to re-convince herself that no, he wasn't in any way romantically involved with Ingrid, no matter how eager this little fly-eating, swamp-breathed, snot-nosed little prince was to get into her room!

As Greta made to slam the door, the prince grabbed it and forced it open, surprising Greta into letting it go. Wait, she thought, wasn't this kid a wuss before?

"Whoa, the hex are you doing?" Greta quickly recovered from her shock as Hopper glanced about the room. "Get out, you freaky little toad!"

"What did you do to her," the frog prince demanded. "You're her villain, aren't you?!" Greta felt her blood boil at his accusation.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"You just said she was in a stew pot! Don't think I don't know what you're gonna try and do once you sign the book!" Greta laughed bitterly.

"I knew I was crazy to believe Blondie's little show," she said mockingly, "my bestie's definitely got better taste than anyone who'd like you," Hopper's face drained of color as a sharp pain in his chest surprised him with her words.

"Well, I hope now that there are so many other options," he said, beginning shakily but quickly growing venomous, "she'll be able to find a better 'bestie' than some wretched witch who enjoys baking and eating anyone kind enough to visit her ugly self!" Furious, Greta's hand flew back as she readied to slap the prince. Suddenly, both of the fairy tales were shoved away from each other.

"That is enough out of the both of you!" Between them stood Ingrid, tears streaming down her cheeks as her shoulders shook. She looked to Hopper first, who was looking worriedly at her sobbing face. "I think you should go," she said brokenly. He nodded quietly, and after he passed Hans on his way to the door, he turned back.

"I just came by to say... I'm sorry about Blondie's video. I didn't know she was going to do that. If I had-"

"I know," Ingrid cut him off without turning to him, and he shut the door once he was out of the room. Greta couldn't help a slight victorious feeling in her heart, after all, Hopper was sent away and not her. The feeling quickly left when she saw Ingrid slump dejectedly onto her bed. Ingrid stared helplessly up at her friend. "What was that?" Her voice cracked, and Greta hid her eyes under her orange and black hair in shame.

"I'm sorry, Ingrid, I-"

"Then go tell him that."

"Hey, he started it! He barged in here saying-"

"I know what he said," Ingrid said, becoming less sad and more angry. "What I want to know is why you reacted like you did." Greta stared mutely at her infuriated friend.

"He just kept accusing me of doing something...of hurting you, I-" Greta stopped and stared at her friend, realizing that everything he had said was meant for the witch in her story. "I'm sorry." Ingrid nodded dejectedly and turned away from the rest of the room.

"Goodnight." Greta sighed and turned to her brother, who was still standing silently by the door. He opened the door, and gestured for her to follow. Once they were out in the hallway, Hans pulled his sister into a hug.

"I fairy-failed," Greta said simply.

"Don't I know it," her brother said. He pulled away enough to look her in the eyes. "Look, I get that Hopper was out of line, but you need to be the better person and at least try to make up with him." Greta turned away, reluctant. "Hey, do it for Ingrid, alright? He's usually a pretty hexcellent guy, so just try, okay?" Greta nodded.

"I'll talk to him in the morning."

"Good." He re-embraced his sister. "Goodnight." She smiled sadly.

"Yeah." When Greta entered her room, she saw that Ingrid's green dress, green striped stockings and her ruffled white shirt - her favorite outfit - was neatly placed inside the young witch's hamper. Her friend's eyes were tightly screwed shut as she clung to an old stuffed toy. "Goodnight, Ingrid."

Meanwhile, Hopper had made it back to the room he shared with Daring, only to get lectured about his behavior.

"Did all of the chivalry classes teach you nothing?!" Hopper stared guiltily down at his hands.

"No, but I-"

"No, no 'but's! You have just royally fairy-failed!" Hopper shot up off of his bed, tired of being lectured.

"Well don't you ever worry about Apple rooming with Raven?!" Daring's eyes widened, and Hopper wondered momentarily what he'd said wrong.

"That's different Hopper," Daring said slowly, as if talking to a child, "Greta's not the heroine of your story." Hopper blushed.

"Well that doesn't matter, she's still my friend. Aren't I allowed to worry about my friends?"

"She's my friend too, Hopper. We're allowed to worry all we want, but their story hasn't begun yet. And even when it does, we can't throw the witch in the oven for our friends. Ashlynn can't prick her finger for Briar, Briar can't bite the apple for Apple," Daring paused for effect, "and Greta can't break the curse for you. That's not how stories work." Hopper slumped back onto his bed, defeated. "You should go apologize to Ingrid in the morning," Daring said as he went into the bathroom to begin his nightly skincare routine. Hopper flopped back on his bed.

"Yeah, I will."

AN: Oh jeeze. I know there was pretty much no precedent for Hopper going off at 'Ingrid', but I promise, it gets (kinda) explained later. I'm not that terrible a writer, I promise!

Also, just saw the new episode of Ever After High. Poor Dex goes so hard over Raven...I know that feeling brother, I really do.