"I'll take you home." Puck told Renee. "There's something I want to talk to you about.

Renee smiled at him flirtatiously, and Sabrina bit back a desire to slap her. What was wrong with her? Besides, Puck was just going to tell her he didn't like her. That was all. Renee was majorly confused.

She wasn't the only one.

Puck, holding Renee- at arm's length, Sabrina noted with satisfaction- and Mustardseed all flew off in the direction most of the New York City everafters lived as Sabrina, Daphne, Red, and Bella clambered into the minivan. Bella snagged the front seat that time, but Sabrina got the middle row to herself, so she wasn't too upset. The ride home was quiet, almost peaceful, as Henry drove through the darkness. They were all exhausted. That realization led Sabrina to the knowledge that nobody would have had a good night's sleep for the first day of school.

"Great idea, Snow." She muttered.

"What's that, sweetheart?" Henry asked.

"Nothing, Daddy." Sabrina replied. "Just thinking how tired we're all going to be tomorrow."

"That's right." Henry chuckled. "But I think that if you eat a big breakfast, you at least will be fine."

"And Daphne's always a bundle of energy." Sabrina said. "So is Puck, for that matter. But everyone else-"

"Will need coffee." Henry finished. "We're almost home. Would you wake up the two in the back? I can get Bella."

Sabrina shook Red lightly and then the two of them knocked Daphne around until she woke up. By that time, they were home, and they piled out of the car to find Puck waiting for them.

"Forgot my keys again." Puck said.

That was at least the fifth time in three weeks. Sabrina got the feeling he'd lost them, not forgotten them.

How'd your talk go?" She asked. She'd conquer the key later.

"You owe me." Puck said. "She was not happy. Oh, she's probably going to yell at you tomorrow."

"Great." Sabrina said wearily. "Then I'm going to go to bed and prepare to face all the people who hate my guts."

"I hate your guts, too." Daphne said. "I like you, but guts are disgusting."

"They are." Puck said. "All squishy and pink and wet and full of half-digested food-"

"Go to bed." Sabrina interrupted. "I don't want to know how you know that, but you're both exhausted and need to sleep."

"Yes ma'am!" Bella said.

Red saluted her and walked off to be. Daphne giggled her way up the stairs, and Puck bowed at her tipsily before following them. Sabrina rolled her eyes before heading upstairs herself.

Once in her room, she began making the list for Momma, just in case she showed up at school the next day. At the end, after much thought and a series of scribbles punctuated by periods where the only sound was Daphne snoring, her list looked like so:

Cons

prankster

EGO

annoying

hurtful

immature

hygiene habits

Pros

can be sweet

saves me. A lot.

smart

understanding

gives good advice (sometimes)

cute (when clean)

brave

knows how to have fun

By the time she had written that much, she was thoroughly exhausted and more than a little worried by her results. She dropped into bed with her list swimming around in her mind, and had dreams that disturbed her more than nightmares did.

When she woke the next morning, she shook her head, trying to clear those images out of her brain, grabbed the list, and ran downstairs.

"Morning Mom, morning Granny!" She called, slipping the paper into her backpack and grabbing a slice of toast before racing out of the kitchen again to the bathroom, where she spent several blissful minutes washing her dreams away in the hot water. She emerged again, clean and happy but still wearing her pajamas.

"Good morning, liebling." Granny said. "Have some pancakes."

"Don 't mind if I do." Sabrina said, sitting down. "What time is it?"

"Barely after six." Granny said. "You're up early."

"I had some weird dreams last night." Sabrina said, taking a few pancakes and buttering them. "I didn't sleep so well."

"What about?" Granny asked.

Sabrina blushed, deliberately not thinking of Puck. "I can't really remember." She bluffed. "Is anyone else up yet?"

"I saw Bella a while ago." Granny said. "She mentioned wanting a lot of time to get ready."

Sabrina rolled her eyes, her mouth full of pancakes. "That's Bella for you."

"She wants you to wait for her to get dressed." Veronica said absently, dropping a few sausages onto Sabrina's plate.

Sabrina just nodded, focusing on eating.

By the time she had eaten her full of pancakes and made sure that she had everything she needed for the day, including her schedule, a map of the school, and some papers Henry had signed, everyone else had come down and was either finished with or was in the process of finishing their food.

"Granny!" Bella whined, "I can't get in the bathroom!"

"Jake is giving Puck a shower." Granny said. "Use your bedroom mirror."

"But Red won't let me in!" Bella complained.

"You scared her." Daphne said, swallowing a mouthful of sausage. "She can dress herself, you know."

"But I do it better!" Bella protested.

"Play barbie with Sabrina." Veronica said. "They're eight, they don't need to look like models."

"Fine." Bella said, grabbing Sabrina's hand and dragging her upstairs. "Come on, Sabrina you're going to look amazing!"

Sabrina looked skeptically at Bella, who was wearing a blue minidress and black leggings under a leather jacket.

"I don't want to look like that." She said. "I'd like to be able to move."

"You can move in leggings!" Bella protested.

"I can move better in jeans." Sabrina said, pulling on a pair of old, ripped blue jeans with various stains. She slipped out of her pajama bottoms, having long since become comfortable with Bella seeing her underwear, and pulled on the jeans.

"You're wearing those?" Bella wailed. "They're disgusting!"

"They're comfortable." Sabrina said. "And you bought ripped jeans with paint on them. Mine have character."

"Well, at least wear something nice on top." Bella said, flourishing a pink ruffly thing.

Sabrina made a face. "Ew. Get me something else. Anything else."

"How's this?" Bella pulled out a simple white spaghetti strapped shirt/dress thing with blue designs.

Sabrina sighed in defeat. She put out a hand and once Bella dropped the shirt into it, slipped it on, grateful for the low back that let her wings free. After that, she pulled on a big gray hoodie. "I've got to find that spell Puck puts on his clothes." She muttered.

"It would be nice if you could just pull your wings back in." Bella said. "Mind if I do my makeup in here? You've got a nice, big mirror."

"Sure." Sabrina said, waving a hand as she dug around through the closet for her sneakers. "I tried it once. The scars never completely closed up. I can get them most of the way flat, but my clothes get in the way, and it gets really uncomfortable. Which is why I need to find that spell. It would make it much easier to hide them."

Bella, who was making an amusing face as she applied her makeup, mumbled, "Mmm-hmmm. Why are you hiding it, again?"

"Found them!" Sabrina said, holding up a pair of black high-tops. "I'm hiding it because Granny thinks that if the Hand finds out what I can do they'll do anything to get me on their side."

"Probably." Bella said. "Your grandma's usually right."

"She is." Sabrina said. "Can you pass me a pair of socks?"

"Right." Bella said, putting down a container of mascara. "Where?"

"Top left drawer." Sabrina said.

Bella tossed Sabrina a pair of socks, then picked up a stick of lipgloss. Sabrina pulled the socks on and began lacing up her shoes while Bella finished up her makeup.

"Come here." Bella said. "Your turn."

Sabrina tied her remaining shoe, then sat down on the edge of the dresser and submitted to Bella's primping, but stopped her after the mascara and lipgloss.

"No more." She said. "And none at all unless it's a special occasion anymore."

"But you look so nice with makeup!" Bella complained.

"If makeup makes me look good, then I must at least look acceptable without it, and I might as well save the makeup for a special occasion. It would make more of an impression that way."

"Fine." Bella said with a sigh. "I like to look my best every day, though. And if my crush lived in the same house as me-"

"He's not." Sabrina said, though not as firmly as she normally would have. "And even if he was, he's seen me without makeup for almost a year, so why start now?"

"Whatever." Bella said, leading the way downstairs. "How are we getting to school?"

"Bus." Henry said. "I have stuff to do, and Jake took the other car. I suppose you could take the chicken house-"

"No." Sabrina said. "That thing bounces like crazy."

"Then you'd better hurry up and get outside." Granny said, looking out the window. "I can see the bus at the bottom of the road."

With a chorus of goodbyes, Sabrina and Bella rand down the driveway to join the other three kids waiting for the bus.

"Another reason not to wear makeup." Sabrina told Bella as they climbed onto the bus behind Puck.

"Makeup?" Puck asked. "Why would you need to wear that?"

"Because it makes you look prettier!" Bella said. "Except, on you it would look really weird. Scratch that. It makes girls look prettier."

And this is important because...? Puck asked, sitting down next to Mustardseed.

"I believe what my brother is attempting to say," Mustardseed cut in as Sabrina and Bella sat down nearby, "Is that both of you would look perfectly fine without any facial enhancement."

"What's enhancement?" Daphne asked, leaning forward.

"It means to make something stand out more, or be better." Sabrina replied.

"Oh." Daphne said. "There's not a lot of people on the bus this morning."

"Maybe we're an early stop." Red suggested.

That turned out to be the case, because by the time they reached the school, there were over seventy kids of various ages sitting on the bus.

"A lot of these people look old enough to drive." Sabrina said. "Why don't they? Or get rides from their parents?"

"It's very difficult for everafters to get their driver's licences." Mustardseed said. "Many don't even try. Also, I believe that the first day Snow requested that everyone take the bus."

"Granny mentioned that." Daphne said.

"Then why did dad give us other reasons?" Sabrina asked Bella.

Bella shrugged. "Maybe so we get used to taking it? It'll be a lot easier for him."

"True." Sabrina said.

Daphne said, "Sabrina's secret's bound to come out sometime, and then we'd have enough wingpower to get all of us here."

"But what about when it rains?" Sabrina said. "I mean, I could probably do something about that, but it's tiring, and it's not good for the environment to do things like that all the time."

"Maybe it's better to just take the bus all the time anyway." Red said quietly. "Because if it starts to get really bad- they said it would, even before the war really starts- well, if that happens, then the buses are still neutral."

"Good point." Bella said to Red approvingly. "You notice a lot, don't you?"

"A whole lot." Daphne agreed, standing up as the bus began to clear out. "It's probably because she barely ever talks. You hear a lot more with your mouth shut."

"Coming from a girl who talks 24/7." Sabrina teased, inching her way forward along with the rest of the students.

Daphne shrugged. "She can be the ears, and I'll be the mouth. You can be the eyes."

"What about me?" Puck whined. "What am I?"

"The feet." Sabrina said.

"The feet?" Puck said incredulously. "Why feet?"

"Because you smell bad," Sabrina said. "Plus, you're our main mode of transportation. But mostly you stink."

"What's Granny?" Daphne asked. "The hands?"

"The brain." Sabrina said. "Uncle Jake's probably the hands."

And Mr. Canis is the nose! Daphne grinned.

"What about your parents?" Red asked, climbing off the bus.

"Mom's the hair." Daphne said. "She has gorgeous hair."

"Dad's the skin, probably." Sabrina said. "He's always hurt by whatever happens to any of the rest of us."

"Would you like to be something?" Daphne asked Mustardseed, pushing the door to the school open. "We could make you a leg, maybe, or a spleen..."

Mustardseed chuckled. "No, thank you. Your family's body will just have to be incomplete."

"We forgot Elvis!" Daphne said. "He can be the spleen!"

Sabrina passed a hand over her face. "Oh my. Daph, just sit down and let Snow make her speech."

They did so, and once everyone was seated, Snow began.

"Welcome to school, everyone!" She called through the microphone. "Homeroom is going to start a little late today because I'm talking to you all, but I'm sure your teachers will compensate. Now, you all know how the schedule works. Eight forty minute periods with a forty minute lunch break and five minutes between each class and five extra minutes in first period for homeroom business. I'm sure none of you have lost your maps, but just in case you have, rooms seventeen through twenty-one are on the floor above me, as well as another set of bathrooms and the library, rooms twenty-five through thirty-four the floor above that, and the gym is in the floor directly above. Please do not go any higher than that, that's the teacher's quarters."

"How many floors does this thing have?" Bella murmured.

"Just the ones she mentioned and an attic." Daphne replied.

"Have a great year, everyone!" Snow finished.

Sabrina got up and set off for first period. School had officially begun.