AN~ Back to my other stories. This is my favorite, actually. Sorry I took forever to update. I wanted to finish that part of cyberspace, and after that is now, so...

elliegoat: No, I didn't have writers block, I've just been REALLY busy recently. I'd give you a full report of my schedule for the past couple weeks, but I don't think you care.

Daphne grinned in relief as she watched a soaking wet Puck follow Sabrina into the house. Then she blinked as she noticed that Sabrina was completely dry. She hoped that her parents wouldn't notice.

No such luck.

"Sabrina-" Veronica said curiously.

Sabrina looked up nervously. "What?"

"Weren't you just outside in the rain?" Veronica asked.

"Yeah..." Sabrina said curiously. "Why?"

"You're not wet." Veronica muttered.

Sabrina looked down at herself. "Hm. I'm not. That's new."

"You're surprisingly calm about this." Uncle Jake noted.

"I think it's aftershock or something." Sabrina said by way of explanation.

"What?" Daphne asked.

"I'll explain later." Sabrina nodded meaningfully at her parents.

Daphne's eyes widened as she realized what must have just happened.

"Your grandma said you had something to tell us, Sabrina?" Henry asked.

"Yeah..." Sabrina trailed off. "About that... Well, you know what, I'd better just show you."

"Show us wha-" Veronica gasped.

Sabrina had unfurled her wings, and was now in the process of moving herself and several other objects onto the ceiling.

"What the-" Henry blinked several times.

"You have wings?" Veronica asked. "They're gorgeous."

They were, actually. The undersides were white with a scattering of mahogany speckles, and the tops were black with a few tan spots. They were huge- they had to be to support a full-sized human, even one as skinny as Sabrina was.

"Yeah, I've got wings. Plus there's the whole gravity control thing too. And I'm starting to think weather, too." Sabrina said, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Truthfully, though, she was just attempting to keep her father from exploding. It didn't work.

"Why do you have wings?" Henry hissed.

Sabrina shrank away from her father. "You remember how we told you about the time in New York where Moth poisoned me?" Henry nodded. "Well, the cocoon that made me better apparently turned me into an everafter." She whispered the last words.

"WHAT?" Henry roared.

"Relax, Henry." Granny said.

"Relax? My daughter is an everafter, and you expect me to relax?"

"Yes I do." Granny replied. "It's not like she had a choice."

"But- how?" Veronica asked.

"Ask Baba Yaga." Sabrina said. "I really have no clue."

"You seem really calm about this." Veronica noted.

"Doesn't she?" Daphne asked. "It's weird. You'd think she'd be more upset about it than Dad."

"You would." Veronica agreed. "But- that explains the water, doesn't it?"

"I guess she's got a new ability. She couldn't do that before."

"Again with the whole talking about me like I'm not here." Sabrina complained.

"We enjoy ignoring you." Puck told her.

Sabrina almost glared, but then she changed her mind. She stood looking at him, completely calmly, but inside, she felt this tremendous amount of energy building in her chest. It was a combination of leftover adrenaline, fear, joy at her recent flight, but mostly anger. Anger at her father for taking this so badly, anger at Baba Yaga for keeping her from flying, anger at Granny for listening to Baba Yaga, anger at Daphne and Veronica for talking about her like she wasn't there, the constant anger at the Scarlet Hand for ruining her life, and anger at Puck for getting on her nerves as usual. "Just- shut up, Puck." She said.

"Why?"

Sabrina leaned on the table. "Because you're really getting on my-" She stopped, and looked down at her hand. She was pretty sure she'd heard the sound of something burning. She lifted up her hand. The table under it was black and crisp.

Puck had ignored her talking and continued to throw jibes at her. "I think-" He broke off, staring at Sabrina.

Sabrina was still gazing at him calmly, but her eyes flashed orange, and seemed to dance for a few seconds. Then all he heard was Daphne's shriek: "PUCK! YOU'RE ON FIRE!"

Puck rolled his eyes up, and saw little trickles of flame on his forhead. "Uh-oh." He whispered.

Sabrina was still staring at him, then her eyes flashed a deep green color, and Puck's head was now soaked again. "Did I do that?" She asked in wonder.

"Thanks a lot, Grimm." Puck glared.

"I'm sorry!" She said. "I didn't know I could do that, and I was just so mad, and..."

"It's all right." Puck said. "I probably needed a haircut anyway."

"You did." She grinned. "That's payback for the pickle incident, by the way."

"I though it was-" Daphne started.

"I was mad at everybody, he just got in the way. I burned the table, too." Sabrina explained.

"You're getting more powerful by the day, Sabrina." Granny said.

"What all can you do?" Veronica asked.

"I can control gravity, fly -you have no idea how much fun that is, by the way-, and apparently control the elements." Sabrina said.

"We need to go talk to Baba Yaga about this." Granny said.

"Aw, come on!" Sabrina complained. "She'll stare at me and stuff and pretend I can't hear what she's saying!"

"But I promised her that I would inform her of any updates in your condition." Granny pointed out.

"Can it wait? Sabrina asked. " I want to try it out some more."

"I don't know..." Granny looked worriedly at the sky. "It's storming pretty badly."

"Exactly!" Sabrina said. "See, I'm thinking that I can control the weather, and if I can, then I want to try it out!"

"What makes you think that?" Henry asked.

"Sabrina just stared at her father. As she did, the thunder died away, and the sun began to shine through the window. "That." She pointed behind her.

"Works for me." Puck shrugged.

Sabrina grinned. "So does she have to come now? Or can I go enjoy the beautiful day?"

Granny smiled. "Go have fun, Sabrina."

Sabrina almost squealed with joy as she ran outside. Puck followed her, shaking his head at Sabrina's antics. Daphne and Red followed after happily, ready to go jump in the puddles.

Granny sighed. She knew the time was coming when she'd have to talk with Henry. It had been coming for months now, but she'd hoped to put it off a bit longer. She turned and looked at her eldest son, bracing herself for an argument.