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Chapter 4

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Trudging through the underbelly of New Jersey's water ways is not Sabrina's ideal way of spending the evening.

It doesn't help that Puck would send a tremendous splash of dirty city water back at her every so often.

"That's it," she announces, sputtering as his most recent attack makes it to her face. "You're walking behind me."

Puck turns his head back as he walks to snicker at her. "What? Just making sure you don't stay too clean as me."

"It's hard enough not being able to take a proper shower," she growls, "do you need to be so annoying?"

"Amazing," Jake mumbles from the front of the group, wisely in waders and high rubber boots, "now that they're over the shock of all this they've found more stuff to argue about."

"I heard that," Sabrina snaps, jogging ahead of Puck. Her own boots are hardly ankle high and her feet are uncomfortably soaked. Puck hadn't been helpful in directing her to clothes she could wear for this expedition. She'd changed her shirt and socks and washed her face, but she hadn't changed the camo pants that he'd been wearing when they switched. Between the sweat, dirt, and time, however, things were starting to itch.

This, in combination with the pranks from Puck-kept safe from her threats of violence by her very own body-and the general suckiness of the situation, she is extremely grouchy.

Being a boy is by far the worst thing I've ever been transformed into, she thinks in irritation to herself.

Jake sighs. "Then maybe quit it already? I didn't sleep much last night while trying to help you guys, and I only got two cups of coffee with dinner. I don't have the energy to deal with you guys and the prospect of meeting with Raken."

Puck trots up to join them. "You're not the one that has to be Sabrina," he complains.

Before he can outline in detail every bad aspect of his experience, Jake sees something ahead in the murky tunnel that makes him laugh in relief. "Oh thanks heavens. I mean, look! The door to his lair."

From the light of their dim flashlights, Sabrina can see a huge metal door with one of those giant wheels in the middle of it to serve as a pressure lock. The group steps out of the water onto a thankfully dry concrete platform.

Puck stumbles into Sabrina, making a weird sound in the back of his throat.

"What's wrong with you?" she asks, grabbing his shoulders to keep him upright.

He shakes his head blurrily. "I feel woozy all of sudden."

Sabrina frowns. "Woozy?"

"Yeah, like there's something...important just out of reach."

Concerned, she glances at Jake, who's staring at the door pensively. He senses her gaze and shrugs. "He's you right now. Does his condition sound familiar?"

She looks back at Puck, taking in her own face. His skin is pale and his eyes are wide, the pupils large and dark. Suddenly, it clicks. "There's probably a lot of magical items and spells at this place," she offers. "I'm addicted to magic so you are too as of now. I've found it easiest to deal with if you try to ignore it. Eventually the nausea passes."

Puck looks stricken. "You feel like this every time you're around magic?"

She shrugs with one shoulder. "It's better now than when I was younger. It takes a higher volume of magic to trigger it now."

Puck is quiet for a moment, and Sabrina thinks he might say something sympathetic and endearing, but instead he sighs. "Yet another awful feature of being you. Good thing we're switching back soon."

Sabrina exhales through her nose. Yeah. Maybe too much to hope for.

Jake cracks his knuckles nervously and turns to them. "Now, remember, let me do all the talking. He doesn't like snide comments," he gives Puck a pointed look.

Slowly coming out of his affected state, Puck frowns, insulted by the insinuation. "You only told us that a million times. Do you really not trust me after all this time?"

"Yes," the other two say as one, making Puck scowl.

Jake raps on the door and puts on his most winning smile.

A few seconds pass, then a little slide creaks aside to reveal one huge, bloodshot eye.

Sabrina takes an unconscious step backwards. Raken was a cyclops? She'd never known their kind to want anything more than to smash in heads.

Jake looks confused. "Where's Raken? Does he not rent this space anymore?"

The beast snorts with enough force to puff Jake's hair back. "I am Gurg. Part of Raken's new security detail. What business you have?"

"Here to get a magical item appraised and fixed."

Gurg grunts. "Name?"

Jake smiles warily. "Jacob Grimm and two associates."

Abruptly, Gurg shuts the peehole.

Jake looks back at the teenagers who shrug.

The slide opens back up, the eye of the cyclops narrowed menacingly. "Jacob Grimm is on the blacklist. Not allowed under any circumstances."

"Oh," Jake says, and for a moment, Sabrina worries that he won't be able to talk his way in. Then he clears his throat and snaps his fingers. "The person on your blacklist must be that troublemaker Jacob Grimm, I'm Jacob Grim, only one 'M' in the surname." He sighs dramatically, leaning closer to the peephole. "I'm always getting mistaken for that guy. Really irks me, y'know?"

Sabrina is sure that his lie won't work, given the expression of the bouncer, but then his face lights up with understanding.

"I get that. Back in hometown, everyone think Gurg is the same as loathsome brother Gurb. But Gurb is lazy! Spends all day studying learning books and talking about unfair government. Bah! Makes it hard for Gurg to get honest job punching and kicking people."

Jake nods vigorously and turns to the teenagers. "See?" he says in exasperation, "this guy gets it!"

The slide closes once more and the wheel in the middle of the door screeches as it spins. On the other side, a seven foot tall monster grins at them. He smacks Jake in the back, causing the man to stumble. "Good luck, Jacob Grim."

"Thanks," he wheezes.

Sabrina and Puck follow behind him, thankfully not receiving the same treatment. He reseals the door behind them and takes a seat on a tiny stool, dutifully watching the door.

Inside, Sabrina is amazed by the contrast from the damp, smelly tunnel outside. It's pleasantly warm, and the entrance hall they've entered is made of rosy bricks lined with historic pictures in elegant frames. The floor is polished white tile that sparkles in the light of eternally burning lanterns that hang from an arched ceiling. Sabrina suddenly feels self conscious about slogging her messy shoes through such a clean place. Puck, however, traces a silly face on the floor with the muddy toe of his boot.

Before they can make much headway through the hall, a tall, willowy man with pronounced, pointed ears steps in their way. Sabrina supposes he's handsome, but his features were so severe and angled that it's hard to see past the glittering black eyes framed by long, dark hair. He looks them all up and down, taking an especially long look at Puck, which irks Sabrina, deep in her gut.

He turns to look at Jake. "Customers for Raken? This way," he says smoothly, though Sabrina gets the sense that he'd rather be doing anything else.

Puck sides up close to her, leaning close to her ear as they continue. "He's a fairy," he hisses.

"What?" she murmurs back. "But he looks nothing like you, or like me, I mean."

Puck's lip curls in distaste. "Different breed. Northerner, probably. Slimey, the whole lot of them."

Sabrina rolls her eyes. "Up until a few years ago you begged to constantly be covered in slime."

"That's different. I can't imagine one of them working for anyone else. They're notoriously self centered and sly."

"Self centered, huh?" she chuckles. "Sounds familiar." Despite her jokes, she decides to keep a close eye on the fairy, just in case. Thankfully, his suspicion of the northern fairy seems to take his mind off of the nausea, which is a good thing since even she, with her enhanced senses, can feel the slight tingle of magic redouble. The feeling only continues as they delve deeper into the stately layer. After a few turns, the group arrives at a polished wooden door. The black haired fairy opens it and waves them inside before bringing up the rear.

The first thing Sabrina thinks is that the study looks a lot like the Editor's sanctuary from the book of Everafter. There's a fireplace on the back wall and shelves full of books. An intricately designed rug covers a quarter of the hardwood floor. In the center of the room, a man sits at a desk covered in all manner of strange bobbles and books. There's rings, shiny stones, chains, cracked fragments of crystals, and a golden mirror. The man's face is buried in a huge tome, obscuring everything but his neat, tied back hair which is such a deep red, it looks dyed.

"Raken, long time no see," Jake greets, crossing his arms.

The man behind the book shifts, letting the book go down flat with a snap, revealing a sharp, intelligent countenance. His eyes take Sabrina by surprise. They're yellow, with vertical pupils like he's part reptile. He scowls at her uncle, revealing four fang-like canines. Then he stands, sliding his practical office chair away, and Sabrina realizes that he is a reptile, or at least part reptile.

She stares, unable to take her eyes from his form. His hands and face are human, but his feet are scaly, toes ending in talons. A tail sweeps behind him, covered in coppery scales and, curved behind his head, are two spiraling horns.

"And here I was, beginning to think today would be able to come to a close peacefully, without asinine interruptions," Raken remarks, his voice dripping with sophistication and class. He steps out in front of his desk, hands behind his back. "How in the world did you get past that oaf of a door guard?"

"I am quite charming," Jake says.

"You're a dragonling," Puck interjects, looking amazed.

Raken looks down his nose at him. "Dragonling is an outdated term, little girl. Dracona Dimi or Dragon-kind are far more preferred." The two r's in preferred cause his voice to growl, and Sabrina tries to place his accent. It's almost something British or Russian, but she's not sure.

Puck doesn't let up, there's a sparkle in his eye that can only mean trouble. He brings his two hands in front of himself in excitement. "I thought you guys were extinct! Is it true when you shed that-"

Jake lunges forward, clamping his hand over Puck's mouth. "Uh, ignore her, she's just new to this."

New to this, Sabrina thinks snidely, four thousand years of experience to learn tact, all gone to waste.

Raken pinches the bridge of his nose, gathering himself. "Aspen, please escort these hooligans out of here. And tell the cyclops to pay better attention to my rules."

Sabrina looks back at the fairy behind them, who seems bored with his orders but grabs Jake by the upper arm to pull him back through the door.

"Wait, wait," Jake says, tugging away from Aspen's grip. "Let's talk about this. I know we left on bad terms-"

"That's an understatement."

"This is urgent," Jake insists, stepping forward. "Please."

Raken looks like he couldn't care less, but then Puck shoves his way forward. "Excuse me, lizard-spawn, but do you even know whose service you're refusing?"

"A no good liar and two infants," he responds, deadpan.

Puck grabs Sabrina's wrist, tugging her forward. "This," he emphasizes by shaking her arm, "is the king of faerie."

"What are you doing?" she growls.

Raken looks unimpressed. "And I suppose you're the queen of faerie then?"

"Something like that."

Sabrina whacks him in the back of the head, causing blonde hair to flop against his face.

"Sheesh," he mutters, flipping the long hair back. "That's not the point." he nudges her with his elbow. "Show him the wings," he says under his breath.

"The wings?" she repeats, frowning at him.

"Yes," he assures.

Raken only looks mildly interested, and Sabrina sighs, taking a moment to focus on her back. She feels ridiculous, needing to think so much about something that Puck used to do so easily, but eventually, the tension in her back spikes, and the glorious pink wings spread out behind her.

Raken's face pales ever so slightly, and his eyes narrow.

"I'm Puck," Sabrina says lamely. "Ta-dah."

Puck looks extremely disappointed with her presentation, but turns on Raken anyway. "See? Do you really want to be known as the guy who rejected aiding faerie's crown?"

"Oberon is the king of faerie," the researcher comments, although he's notably staring at the wings.

"Get with the times," Puck laughs, hands on his hips, "that old geezer is dead."

Raken's eyes narrow as he examines the group, weighing his options. "Aspen," he says at length, "come here."

The fairy steps through the group, his shoulder clipping one of Sabrina's wings, making her stumble. Once he joins his employer, he bends his head down and the two have a brisk, clipped conversation. Finally, he waves Aspen away, who steps away to stand by Raken's desk.

Raken fixes them with a hard gaze. "You have my attention."

Jake sighs in relief, grinning. "Thank you, you have no idea-"

"But," Raken says, holding up his hand, "first you must supply payment for this, well, exceptionally gratuitous kind act."

Jake's grin falls. "Raken, can't we work something out?"

Raken glares at Jake, hard as flint. "Either you pay or you get nothing."

Jake sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Aright, alright."

Sabrina gives him a curious look, wondering how much money her uncle needs to fork over. It must be a lot if he's acting like this. However, instead of taking out his wallet, he unclasps the silver bag that they store magical items in. From it, he takes out a glimmering, golden knife.

"We got this from a samurai temple, never loses its sharpness-"

Raken waves his hand dismissively. "This is a large favor. You'll have to do better than that."

Jake's cheeks flush slightly with frustration and embarrassment. He returns the knife to the bag and shuffles around in it until he removes the scepter from the Quetzal trove.

"How about this? Quetzal design, at least 600 years old."

Raken peers at the scepter, sceptical. He holds out his hand, and Jake comes forward to give it to him. With expert care, he runs his fingers over the surface. "Ah, I recognize this piece. Very fine." He gestures for Aspen who comes forward to take the scepter. "This will go in the Hessen storage, with haste, if you don't mind."

The fae bows and hurries from the room. Sabrina thinks she caught a hint of a smirk on his face, but she isn't sure.

Jake clears his throat and Raken sighs like he can think of a million other things he'd rather do. "Alright, let's see what you have for me."

Jake pulls out the Y shaped device, which looks depressing with the dark crack running along the shaft. "This, also of Quetzal design."

Raken takes it and examines it for a moment then subtly rolls his eyes. "This is not Quetzal in any sense of the word. The style and design of this piece is more likely from a region far to the north. Either stolen or gifted to them." He rolls it around, frowning at the crack.

The corner of Jake's mouth pulls to the side in exasperation. "Great. Do you think you can fix it?"

The researcher doesn't respond at first, still studying the device. Finally, he looks up at them. "I believe it's possible, despite the extensive damages, but I'll need to keep it overnight to run my tests."

"Overnight?" Sabrina puts in anxiously. They told her parents that they'd be back by midnight-only out to check in on one of Jake's old 'buddies' in town.

Raken somehow looks down his nose at her despite the fact that he's sitting. "Yes. Magic demands respect and extensive probing to understand."

"But-" Sabrina starts, but Jake puts a hand on her shoulder.

"That'll be fine." he assures.

Good," Raken replies, his lip curled. "Your group will stay here to ensure final payment." He claps his hands twice and, from seemingly nowhere, two strange little goblins with huge bat ears crawl out of the shadows.

"Final payment?" Jake asks, appalled. The goblins approach, hissing out of fang-filled mouths.

Raken smiles ever so slightly. "Why, yes. After the whole problem with getting proper compensation for my work, the price has driven up. I'm sure you'll be just fine boarding in the guest rooms for the night." Without another word, Raken picks his book back up, letting his staff take over.

"Thiss waay," one of the goblins gurgles.

Puck gives Sabrina a look like, these guys are awesome! and immediately gets in line. The other two follow him, not seeing any other choice.

"No wonder he can afford this many strong-arms," Jake complains as they leave the researcher's study into another illustrious hallway. "He sucks everyone dry!"

Sabrina elbows him. "When were you planning on telling us he's part dragon?"

Jake shrugs. "It didn't seem too important." He frowns, wringing his hands. "I thought that he would have something on the spot. Guess I overestimated him a bit."

Sabrina cringes. "Mom and dad are going to kill me."

"Not you, not really," Jake reminds her.

She scowls, staring ahead at Puck masquerading as her who is currently chatting up the goblins about something or other. "That doesn't make me feel any better." She pauses, crossing her arms. "This would be a lot easier if Raken was more cooperative. What did you do to make him hate you so much, anyway?"

Jake coughs, chuckling awkwardly. "Oh, well that was a long time ago. Back when I was young and didn't really understand the whole magic addiction thing, I may have, uh, borrowed-yeah, borrowed-a wand from him. And never gave it back."

"No wonder he called you a thief," she says, raising an eyebrow.

Jake scowls. "I know, I know. It was a stupid thing to do. Doesn't matter now. I'm just glad the whole king of faerie hustle worked."

Sabrina frowns, the wings suddenly refolding themselves into her back. It surprises her, and she almost trips. "I just wish he could figure it out faster," she complains.

Jake doesn't respond, their group coming to a halt. Sabrina catches the end of Puck's conversation. "You know, I've got a few connections to the casinos in Galtyr. I could help you guys out."

"Really?" growls one with interest while the other looks skeptical. "A human girl in Galtyr?"

Jake grabs Puck by the arm. "Pu-" he starts, but ends his name with an angry sigh. "How many times have I told you to stop encouraging goblins gambling addictions?"

"I'm not addicted," hisses one, looking offended. Its face softens. "But who can resist a fresh piece of gold?"

The other goblin smacks the back of his companion's head. "Stop fantasizing about riches. Where did you put the keys to the west wing?"

The first rubs the sore spot on its head with a bat-like hand. "I gave them to you."

"No you didn't, you yak-brained-twat."

"No, you must have misplaced them."

"Me?"

The two creatures squabble for at least two minutes, neither desiring blame for being forgetful. Puck and Jake share a look and sigh.

"If these are anything like that pair we met in Kentucky we'll be here all night," Jake mutters out the side of his mouth. Sabrina has no idea what he means by this but Puck smacks a hand to his forehead in exasperation.

"Give it a rest," a smooth voice calls. Sabrina turns to see the northerner fairy making his way toward them.

The goblins stop arguing and look sheepishly at Aspen. "She started it," one of them blurted out.

"And I'm ending it," he replies boredly, holding up his keys to emphasize his point. "Run along."

The female goblin glares at Aspen. "Didn't Raken send you all the way to Hessen storage?"

"Some of us get along faster with two legs," he retorts easily.

The goblin glowers but backs away. Aspen casually clasps the shoulder of the male goblin. "Don't forget that we're meeting later tonight about that tapestry Raken wants adjusted."

He grunts in affirmation and slinks away with the female.

Sabrina and Puck watch the strange creatures leave and she wonders if their current company is any better. Aspen unlocks the double doors and walks ahead of the group.

"Sorry about the goblins," he says silkily, his shoes clicking against the tile floor. "They can be such a nuisance."

Jake grunts in response, not keen on speaking.

"So," Aspen says conversationally, "what was it that you needed fixed?"

Jake clears his throat, shooting a warning glance at the teenagers. "Oh, nothing special. It's a minor frost rod."

The fairy laughs condescending. "You came all the way to Raken to repair a frost rod?"

Sabrina looks over at Puck, his expression fuming. She knew that look-and it wasn't a good one. She places a hand on his. "Don't make a scene," she hisses in his ear.

"Anything interesting you're whispering about?" Aspen is focused on the two teens now, hardly slowing his pace to gaze back at them.

Puck snatches his wrist back. "Nothing really," he says coolly. "Just wondering how a…person of your regard ended up working here."

He narrows his eyes at Puck then chuckles. "Well, look at this place." he faces forward again and gestures to the fine ceiling and artwork on the walls. "I do love ancient history. Learning about old knick knacks and such. Quite fascinating."

"To steal," Puck coughs, barely audible to Sabrina. She almost laughs. Wouldn't stealing from a guy who's half dragon be pretty stupid?

"What about you, Puck?"

It takes Sabrina a moment to realize that he's talking to her so her answer comes out defensive. "What?"

He levels his gaze at her. "How did the King of Faerie come to accompany two humans?"

"None of your business," Puck assures, glaring at the fairy.

"Does the girl speak for you?" he counters, not breaking eye contact with her.

Sabrina falters, fumbling for the most Puck-like response she can muster.

"Enough," Jake cuts in, stepping between the two. "These rooms we're staying in, are we almost there?"

"Ah, yes," Aspen says, turning forward once more, voice instantly taking on a more business-like tone. "Right ahead."

The group walks forward in silence for 10 more seconds before Aspen stops abruptly. "Here we are," he says, vaguely waving at two adjacent doors. "One for the lady, and one," he gives Sabrina and Jake a distasteful look over, "for the gentlemen."

"Thank you for leading us here," Jake says, managing to keep an edge of irritation from his voice.

"I'll be off then," Aspen says with a small bow before turning on his heel and clicking away down the corridor.

Jake narrows his eyes at Aspen as he walks off, not speaking until the fairy is out of sight.

At length, he sighs. "Okay, so this isn't the best situation, but it's in our best interest to follow Raken's rules. We'll wait and pay up in the morning and-bam-none of this ever happened. In the meantime, here-" Jake fishes out some of the potions that take away the need for the bathroom. "These will get you through the night."

Once the teenagers down the drinks, Jake looks at Puck. "We'll meet back up in the morning."

"Wait just a second," Sabrina shakes her head firmly. "No way. I don't want him alone."

Puck purses his lips. "What, don't trust me?"

"I don't trust this Raken guy or his creepy staff. And no," she responds to Puck, "I don't trust you waltzing around with my body."

Jake frowns. "Don't you think sharing a room is kind of crossing a boundary?"

Sabrina rolls her eyes and crosses her arms impatiently. "We switched bodies. Pretty much every boundary is already crossed."

Puck shrugs. "She has a point." Then his eyes widen, as if in realization of whose side he was inadvertently taking. "Wait, wait, nevermind, gross! There's no way I'm sleeping with you."

Jake bites his lip, trying to ignore the insinuation, especially when it came to these two volatile teenagers. It blows right past Sabrina, however, and she rounds on Puck. "Oh, I'm so flattered to know that after all these years you agree with me that you're far too rank smelling to be within five feet of."

Puck thrusts his hip out in a decidedly feminine gesture. "That's not what I meant! I'm awesome in every way possible, obviously. But it's the principle of it, dogface."

Jake, always the mediator between the two, steps between them. "Alright, alright. Knock it off. I'll take the first room and you two take the second." Jake pinches the bridge of his nose. "Just don't ever let Hank know I let you do this."

Puck tries to protest more, but Sabrina simply grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into their room. Inside are two beds with a simple nightstand set between them. Not much adorns the small space. Sabrina takes a moment to look around, wondering how Raken managed to build such a large and elaborate layer in the sewers.

"Darn," Puck mutters to himself, yanking his arm from her grasp.

"What?" she replies testily, not in the mood for more complaining.

He folds his arms. "I just thought there'd be one bed, y'know, like in every cheesy romcom ever."

She stares at him, appalled. "There's no way I would share a bed with you." Even as she speaks, a blush finds its way to her throat and cheeks.

"Uh, duh," he says sensibly. "It just would've been fun to make you sleep on the floor."

She pinches the bridge of her nose, making her way to the bed closer to the door. "I'll never understand how your brain works."

"Amazingly," he retorts, flopping onto his own bed that creaks as the springs settle.

Sabrina sighs, laying on her side facing away from Puck. All these nights of sleeping in random places made her feel weary. She missed her own bed, and, -gee- come to think of it, she missed her own body too.

Puck makes an annoying sound with his mouth then sits up on his elbows, making the bed squeak once more. "Geez, doom and gloom. You act like it's the end of the world."

She snorts, bringing one of her strange hands to her face-long fingered and calloused. "It is."

Puck gapes, appalled. "You have received a once-in-a-lifetime chance here, Stinkface! Attending the Trickster King's body is an honor."

Sabrina flops onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah right. A once-in-a-lifetime chance to get stuck as you."

"Ah, don't be such a downer. I've learned to trust Jake. He's gotten us out of a lot of scrapes."

She scoffs, glancing at Puck. "I don't know about that. How do we know this researcher can deliver?"

Puck laughs. "Oh, he's the real deal all right. All professional and everything. Seems legit. Not to mention the ever important stick he must have shoved up his a-"

Sabrina begins to laugh, unable to help it. "Hush, one of the bodyguards might hear you," she manages around giggles.

He snickers to himself. "Nah, even if they did, they don't seem all that caring about their boss. They probably agree with me."

She huffs out one last chuckle and closes her eyes. She wasn't sure how, but he'd managed to lift her spirits. With any luck, tomorrow night, she would have her own bed back-along with her true self.

"Goodnight, Puck," she says, already drifting away.

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Sabrina wakes up to the sound of a door clicking shut. She sits upright in bed, heart hammering. Did someone sneak into their room? She strains her ears, but is met with peaceful silence. Quiet, too quiet. She leans over and squints at the bed across from hers. It's empty, the covers carelessly flung askew.

Heart sinking, she realizes that Puck is missing.

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AN: Hi guys. I'll get on with my blurb here since I'm pretty sad that I couldn't get this story out in the manner that I was originally planning to-so back in March my husband and I got in a car crash after skidding on some ice. The car was totaled, we were surprisingly okay despite being t-boned by another car-but I just lost all motivation to write for a good while. I tried to write a sentence here and there but it was slow going. This past month I've been doing better and this story is moving forward once more. Thanks for your understanding :)

Reviews:

Sisters Grimm4ever-Yeah I don't think he would either, but he'd certainly tease her about it ;)

Curlscat-This probably wasn't the part of Jersey you were expecting! Maybe on another day I'll exploit the heck out of some stereotypes. And yes, imagine being so stuck like that!

M-Thank you! I'm glad it's enjoyable.

Emily-Honestly it would've been pretty hilarious. Sabrina may have retaliated by super gluing a hot pink wig to Puck's body...hey now there's some good entertainment.

anonymous person-It's coming along!

-Pinklily8