Attic
Emma climbed up the dusty stairs that led up to the attic. She had just gotten grounded, and as punishment, her lovely dear mother had told her to start cleaning the attic. Ally was supposed to help too, but she was out with her friends and wouldn't be back to help until later that night. So for now, she was all alone.
Sighing, she threw open the door and nearly fainted.
She had known the attic was a mess, but this was insane. Tall stacks of boxes were stashed in every corner of the room, and the floor was covered in random junk, from books to old socks. Emma let out a huge sneeze and then began to wonder where she should start.
After thinking about it for five minutes (actually she was just being lazy), Emma made her way over to one of the many piles of boxes. Taking down the top box, she set it on the ground and crouched down next to it. She opened it and smiled at what was inside.
Photos. Emma could not be happier. She loved this kind of stuff. Old pictures of her ancestors! I mean, what could be cooler?
"I see you've found some old pictures."
Emma glanced at the doorway, to see her father leaning against the frame, casually.
"Hey dad." Emma grinned as she pulled out one of the dusty albums. Puck grinned and sat down next to his youngest, on the wood floor.
"Come on Em, open it."
Smiling, Emma opened the album and was welcomed with the sight of pictures of a tiny baby girl. :Oh my gosh! She's so cute! Who is it?"
"That is your mother." Puck smiled fondly at the baby pictures. They were pictures of when Sabrina was born. Even as a baby, she had been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Emma flipped through the album. Beside her, Puck pulled out another album. "These are our wedding photos. I'm sure our prom pictures are around here somewhere, too."
Emma peered over her father's shoulder and gasped at how beautiful her mom had been. "Her hairstyle and gown were so pretty!"
Her father shrugged. "Eh, I've seen better." But Emma noted that his eyes were sparkling. She grinned. Though her sister found her parent's mushiness sort of gross, Emma found it adorable.
"Mom is so pretty." Emma gushed. She pulled out another album. Sure enough it was the prom album. "You actually have an entire album filled with prom pictures?"
Puck shrugged. "Blame your aunt Daphne. She snapped pictures of everything. Maybe because it was rare to see Sabrina so dressed up."
Emma clapped her hands in gleeful excitement. "I love her dress. That shade of blue makes her eyes pop!"
"I loved that shade too."
The two Goodfellows turned around to see Sabrina standing in the doorway. She was the one who had spoken
"Hey you two. Just though I'd check in." Sabrina smiled at her family and began sifting through a different box.
Puck stood up and grabbed a third box. "Let's see what's in this one.
As the three began sorting boxes, Sabrina suddenly burst into laughter. She was holding a green spiral notebook in her hand. It was open to the last page and Emma saw her father's face pale.
"What is it, Mom?"
Sabrina motioned towards the box. "It's a box of your father's highschool notebooks, textbooks and supplies. I opened his math notebook and look what I found!"
Emma took the notebook from her mom and peered at it. The last page was filled with Puck's messy scrawl. But it was all the same phrase, written over again, in at least a hundred different fonts.
Sabrina Goodfellow
Sabrina Goodfellow
Sabrina Goodfellow.
Sabrina and Puck Goodfellow
Puck and Sabrina Goodfellow
Probably about a hundred times. Emma giggled.
"Puck, I thought only girls did that." Sabrina laughed.
Puck was hiding behind some boxes. "You were not supposed to find that. But look what I found!"
It was Sabrina's turn to flush.
"Looks like I'm not the only one." Puck taunted.
Emma ran over and grabbed to notebook from her father. Sure enough, her mother had done the exact same thing in hisghschool. In neat handwriting:
Sabrina Goodfellow
Puck and Sabrina Goodfellow
Robin and Sabrina Goodfellow
Emma's eyes widened and she fell on the floor laughing. "You guys are the silliest couple ever!"
Puck glared at his laughing daughter and peered around the room.
"So what else are you hiding in the attic, Puck?" Sabrina asked as she followed his gaze to different areas of the room. "Don't tell me there's a scrapbook in this room somewhere. Or a diary."
Puck's face flushed. "Not at all. Now who's hungry? Emma, want me to make lasagna?"
Emma could tell that her father was trying to change the subject. He never offered to make toast let alone something fancy like lasagna.
Sabrina rolled her eyes and made her way towards to door. "Whatever Puck."
But as Emma watched her father usher her mother down the stairs, she laughed to herself. She knew she would be back, ready to explore the attic for anymore memories her parent's had kept form highschool.