AN~ Wow, I think I got more reviews for this chapter than all the others combined! Anyway, sorry for three weeks without updates, but I was on vacation and there were no computers in the vicinity, then I was updating my other stories and this week I had driving school stuff. If and when you review, would you please mention any child everafters you can think of? I need to make sure I'm not missing any.
dog9girl: I'm hoping b=Bella & everyone're gonna be friends.
grimmgurl4lyf3: 'Course, wait and no, and also wait. Long reviews make me happy!
elliegoat: I hope I didn't like, make you think that I don't like your reviews or anything. I'm just trying to make you not feel obligated to give me suggestions. Wait 'til you hear Bella's story... that's what convinces Sabrina. Ha! Forgiving pills!
darthfiredragon: You'll see!
OK, stopping myself before I get TOO review reply happy, on with the story.
The next morning, Sabrina woke up to an empty bedroom. She blinked groggily a few times, then went downstairs to see if Granny had made breakfast. In the kitchen, everyone else was already in eating, though Bella, Puck, and Baba Yaga, weren't downstairs yet.
Upon seeing Sabrina, Uncle jake grinned. "Nice sweatshirt, 'Brina."
Sabrina glanced down and realized she was still wearing Puck's shirt. She shrugged. "I was cold. 'Sides, it hides my wings better."
"You keeping it, then?" Puck asked, walking into the room.
Sabrina glanced up. "Can I?"
"Sure." Puck shrugged, sitting down. "I've got more."
"Liebling, you'd better wash that." Granny said, placing a large plate of red waffles in front of Sabrina.
"Don't worry, I will." Sabrina glanced down at the filthy sweatshirt.
"I'm going to ignore that." Puck said loftily.
"You do that." Sabrina replied, trying her waffle. It tasted pretty good.
Daphne and Red had been sharing knowing and amused looks across the table, as Sabrina had just noticed. She decided to ignore them, even though Daphne's hand was inching closer to her mouth, ready to be bitten.
Bella walked into the kitchen then, a little warily. Granny smiled at her and went to get her a plate of waffles. Sabrina ignored her too, determinedly starting a conversation with Uncle Jake about his plans for the week.
After finishing her waffles, Sabrina left the room hurriedly, hoping to get away from Bella, who, unfortunately, followed her.
"Where are you going?" Bella asked.
"To take a shower." Sabrina said. "I'd rather you didn't follow me in there too, so if you'll excuse me-" She shut the door in her face.
After a long relaxing shower, during which Sabrina had fun playing around with the water- making it float, forming cool patterns in the air, then shooting it around the room, still leaving it completely dry, things like that- she opened the bathroom door to go put the sweater in the laundry, only to be stopped by Bella, who was standing in the doorway, holding a very familiar black bag.
"Where did you get that?" Sabrina asked.
"Red." Bella said. "Come on, you need some help."
Sabrina glared at Red, who was standing behind Bella along with Daphne. 'You are dead.' She mouthed.
Red shrugged and followed Daphne into the bathroom. The two girls then watched as Bella attacked Sabrina's face, using various concoctions and brushes. After several minutes of flurried activity, Bella allowed Sabrina to turn around and face the mirror.
"Wow." Daphne said.
Sabrina could see why. She looked- good.
"Umm... thanks..." Sabrina said, still staring at her reflection. "I still don't trust you, though. You've done that before."
Bella sighed. "I know. I'll just have to think of something else."
Sabrina left the bathroom with a lot on her mind.
Puck found her in the laundry room some time later. "Need some help?"
"Please." Sabrina said, handing him a basket of unfolded laundry. "Set my stuff aside, Granny's making me loan some of it to Bella."
That was when Puck realized that he had absolutely no idea how to fold laundry. He shrugged and began rooting through the clothes for anything that looked like it would fit Sabrina, watching to see how she folded it. What had possed him to offer to help? He never did chores. Honestly, he'd never thought about how the laundry got from filthy to neatly folded in a dresser. He'd been too busy concentrating on getting his clothes dirty again. Thinking about it, he was pretty sure that his abrupt offer had something to do with Sabrina's face. She looked especially pretty today. He decided to distract Sabrina before she noticed his mistake, or the fact that he was staring at her.
"Last night, about the trees," he started, "Why did you start looking at them in the first place? You don't really strike me as a tree sort of person."
"Daphne's idea." Sabrina said. "I was stuck on something, and she told me to look at the trees because they helped her think. So I did, and it worked."
They went back to working in silence for another few minutes, or, in Puck's case, attempting to work, each immersed in their own thoughts.
"I wish I could read minds." Puck said suddenly.
"I don't." Sabrina said. "I don't think anyone should be able to do that."
He looked at her quizzically.
"I'd hate to know that much about people. I mean, imagine if, say, Daphne like, had a crush on you, and you could read minds, wouldn't that be awkward?"
Puck blinked, realizing what she meant.
"I get what you're saying though," She continued. "I'd rather just be able to tell when they were lying or something. Then I wouldn't find out anything unless I asked a direct question."
"Any other powers you wouldn't want to have?" Puck asked dryly.
"Hey!"
"I mean it." Puck protested, backing away from the shirt Sabrina was threatening him with. "It makes sense. More than you usually make."
Sabrina shook the shirt at him again, then thought about it. "If there was one other power I wouldn't want, it'd be telling the future."
"Why?"
"Because I saw it once, and there was too much bad about it. I'm happy finding things out as I go along."
"It's funny." Puck said. "Everything you don't want has to do with finding things out that well, nobody really has a right to know."
"Is that good?" Sabrina asked.
Puck shrugged. "You're asking the Trickster King here, remember? But yeah, I'd say it is."
Sabrina laughed a bit and shook her head. Her gaze fell on Puck's unfolded laundry. She blinked, then looked shrewdlly at Puck. "You have absolutely no idea how to fold laundry, do you?"
"Nope." Puck said.
"Oh, I'll do it." Sabrina said. "Go- prank Bella or something."
"Gladly." Puck grinned, leaving the room. "By the way, you look nice today."
Sabrina blinked. That had been unexpected.