So this story will be a little different in that it'll be split into two parts. Really just because I was going to write this as one story but then I stopped about halfway to edit my work and thought 'I could actually just post this as a story by itself and it would work.' So I'm going to post this as one chapter and then post the 'extension' as a part 2.
Birdsong
Every time Sabrina hears the twitter of a bird, she smiles inwardly.
It doesn't matter where she is, be it reading a book in the park, swordfighting with Puck, or brooding over her sword fighting partner's latest prank, but every time those notes reach her ears she feels herself lighten just that little bit.
Because that bird, it symbolises something. To her, it symbolises hope.
Once, a long time ago, it symbolised freedom, the potential for freedom. It symbolised the possibility of escape from this town, from the Everafters and the prejudice and mistrust and chaos which so often comes with them.
But now, as she grows accustomed to Ferryport Landing, to its magical citizens and numerous mysteries, she finds the bid from freedom waning.
Now, the bird symbolises only hope for her. Hope of a happy life, a life that soars, a life that's able to transcend past all the pain and death and tears which she saw in the war and instead carry all the joy and happiness and people which she gained from it.
On a particularly reflective day, when she had just finished the diary of one of her more prophetic ancestors and she was contemplating over what she had just read, she wrote this down in her journal.
Puck later stumbled upon it after another successfully rigged bucket of goo, he accidentally pushed it off the top shelf of her closet while setting up, and he opened it, reading quickly (in case his allergies acted up) while the beginnings of a prank began to build in his mind.
Then he got to the last entry, and for once the idea dropped. It slid out of his mind, replaced by something else, something foreign and alien and different. As if he was only observing himself move, he carefully removed the bucket from the door and walked out of her room, practising his bird transformations as he went.
...
The next morning, Sabrina woke up not to the sound of her father, but to the confident cry of some bird. She opened her eyes, looking for the source of the sound, and turned to find a large eagle sitting on her windowsill. It had glossy dark plumage, and a sharp golden beak which opened again to emit another caw.
"What are you doing here?" Sabrina murmured thoughtfully, getting up to stroke its head. "I didn't even know we had bald eagles around here." She looked down at its face, into its eyes, which were strikingly green and strangely familiar. They were sharp, intelligent, and there was a certain crafty glint in them which she could have sworn she had seen before.
"You know, your eyes are really weird. They remind me of someone I know. Stupid little fairy boy." She grumbled the last sentence under her breath, and the bird made a curious sound, almost like a chuckle? She reached down to grab her shirt, which had fallen onto the floor, when she saw a dark blue book lying on the floor. Is that my journal? she thought, moving closer. She picked it up. It is. But what's it doing down here? Unless... She stood up, despite the quiet hoots of the eagle, and moved to the doorway. There was a drop of something on the carpet below, greenish in colour and hardened, into a tiny pool.
"Goop," she whispered, "which means..." she whipped around, fixing the eagle with her stare. "Puck! You read my journal!"
The eagle spun, changing back until a blonde boy was perched comfortably on the ledge. He grinned at her. "Yes I did."
She walked menacingly up to him. "I'm going to kill you!"
"Wait!" His hands flew up, almost as if to protect his face "Hold on a second! Before you punch me, you should know that I didn't use what I read to prank you."
She stopped, for a second, and her curled fist lowered a fraction. "What?"
"It said you liked birds. So I uh... turned into one and woke you up. You didn't hit me then, which meant you weren't angry. So technically, I didn't actually prank you."
Her arms dropped. "You turned into a bird... because you knew I liked them?" Her voice bordered on disbelief, but she didn't move to hit him.
"Well when you put it like that..." he grumbled under his breath "Yeah I suppose so."
"Oh. Oh. Well then... uh..." she sat on her bed, and looked at him curiously "Thanks, I suppose."
"Yeah yeah." He got up, moving beside her door. "No need to start declaring your love for me just yet Grimm." He walked out of her room.
Still a little confused about the situation, Sabrina walked into her bathroom to brush her teeth, when in the mirror she caught sight of her hair. It was flaming red.
"Puck!" she yelled. She heard him chuckle.
So I hope you enjoyed reading this. This is the first part, I'll post the second part later. Thanks for reading, please review.