A/N:
This is NOT a chapter (sorry), but it IS a special! Because April Fools is awesome and well, Puck.

In which Daphne, Pin, and Red are eleven, and Puck and Sabrina are fifteen.

Question: What did you guys do for April Fools? (I mean, if you did anything.)

So yeah, happy April Fools!

~Shadow

Sabrina's POV:

Puck was strangely excited today at dinner.

I mean, he's always strange and excited about who-knows-what, but he was acting even weirder than usual.

"Hey, Sabrina," he said, poking me.

I had long abandoned the food Granny had pre-made for us because I had tasted it and made the mistake of not asking her what it was.

When Uncle Jake asked us if we were all liking the daffodil-and-octopus-ink stew, I almost threw up, pushing it away immediately.

So all in all, I had nothing better to do than talk to Puck, as Uncle Jake had insisted I wait until everyone was done eating to leave the table.

"What?" I responded, shooting him a small glare.

"What day is it today?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Uh, March 31st, why?"

"Is that the last day of March?"

"Uh, yeah."

He pumped a fist in the air. "Yes!"

I frowned at him in confusion and Daphne stopped eating for a moment. "What's happening?" she asked.

"It's March 31st!" Puck exclaimed. "I was 99% sure it was but Sabrina just confirmed it!"

Daphne laughed.

Pinocchio furrowed his eyebrows. "Why is that so exciting?"

A huge grin spread across my little sister's face, and she shot Puck a delighted look. He nodded in confirmation.

"Um, is there something I'm missing?" I asked, unsure what they were planning.

"Nope, it's just my favorite day of the year," Puck explained.

"Today?"

He glanced at Daphne. "Yeah. Today."

"It'stotallynottomorrow," Daphne said quickly, and I tried to discern what she'd said.

But Mom usually helped with understanding what Daphne was saying, since she somehow always could tell.

But Mom, Dad, Granny, and Mr. Canis had gone out somewhere, possibly New York. They'd taken Basil with them, so I was left with Uncle Jake, Puck, Red, Daphne, and Pinocchio.

Uncle Jake was listening in on our conversation, but he didn't bother explaining anything to me, Pin, or Red, who sat there looking confused.

I shook my head and tried to ignore the bad feeling in my stomach. "Uncle Jake, do we have anything normal to eat?"

He shrugged. "Your Granny just left a bunch of weird food for me to feed you."

"What are you talking about?" Daphne asked, distracted from having a conversation with Puck through a series of facial expressions. "This food is amazing!"

"Yeah," I muttered. "Right. Amazing."

Pin looked at me like he understood how I felt. Red was picking at her food, moving the spoon around in the bowl. Daphne was the only one who was actually eating, and enthusiastically at that.

Puck tipped his chair back so it was leaning on two legs, like I did in school all the time, which made the teachers angry.

"This is gonna be fun," he said, probably to himself, but I overheard and started feeling nervous.

Daphne smirked and not-so-subtly high-fived Puck. Red and Pin looked at me for an explanation, but I had no idea. The only thing I knew was that whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

***

The next morning I was woken up to my alarm ringing at 5:00 AM. I groaned and turned it off. Now I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Once I'm awake, I'm awake for the rest of the day.

Wait, wasn't it Sunday?

And wasn't it 5:00 AM?

My alarm isn't set for weekends, and it's always set for 6:00 AM, anyway.

I frowned. Something wasn't right.

I sat up.

I've come to regret that decision because as soon as I did, my head hit a plate that was suspended over my head at just the right height. That triggered a series of actions, constructed of pulleys and used-up toilet paper rolls. The plate swung out of the way just as a big bucket of bright blue Kool-aid turned upside down and poured itself onto my head.

I sat there, blinking in surprise.

I growled and glanced over at my alarm clock, which read the date: April 1st.

Of course. That's why Daphne and Puck were so excited.

I scowled and made my way to the bathroom, planning to wash out the Kool-aid. But when I stepped out of the shower, my hair was still bright blue.

I glared at my hair through the mirror.

Puck and/or Daphne must've added something to the Kool-aid to make instant dye.

I growled in frustration and planned to give them payback.

***

The next prank they pulled took place as I was walking downstairs, wearing a baseball cap with my hair tucked into it so that Uncle Jake wouldn't see it.

I stepped on the creaky stair and was shot up by some pressured springs that they'd probably put under there.

I landed on a hammock tied between two bookshelves, high up in the air.

I groaned and yelled, "Puck! You better get me out of this!"

He showed up, his wings flapping to keep him aloft near me, but not too near because I'd murder him. He was wearing sunglasses, for some reason. (To help with the visual, they're those sunglasses that Ryan Ross used to wear all the time *cries because pre-split Panic!*)

"Aw, but why?" he asked. "This is fun." He laughed and flew down to where Daphne waited, who was also wearing the same sunglasses.

I scowled at them.

After ten minutes and no one coming to help, I sighed and started climbing precariously to one of the bookshelves. At one point, the hammock flipped over and I was climbing it upside down. Miraculously my cap stayed on my head.

Puck laughed and said, "It's Sabrina the Monkey!"

Daphne grinned. "Remember when she had the tail?"

Puck high-fived her.

When I finally got down by climbing the many shelves of the bookshelf, I was afraid to step on the floor, because who knew what they could've done?

"You're good," Puck told me. "We thought you'd climb down the other one."

I glanced at him suspiciously. "And why should I believe you?"

"Believe me," Daphne offered.

I narrowed my eyes and placed a foot on the floor. Nothing happened. I sighed in relief and stepped down.

And I bounced up into the air, though not as high as the time before.

"Invisible mini-trampoline thingies!" Puck explained as I was propelled next to them, only to hit another trampoline and be shot up again.

This continued right up until I was bounced into my seat at the dining room table, Pin and Red already sitting there. Uncle Jake was in the kitchen, whistling a tune to himself.

Puck flew over with Daphne and they sat down in their seats, their sunglasses still on.

I glared at them and said, "This had better stop!"

"Yeah, I don't like it," Red muttered, taking off her hood to reveal bright red hair.

"But it matches your name!" Puck burst out laughing. "And we're only pranking you and Pin once. You should be grateful."

Pin sighed and glared up at his now-black hair, which was also slightly longer now and sticking up in a curly mess. "I do not like this."

"Daphne likes it," Puck confirmed, and she shoved him, turning red.

"Yeah, well, you picked blue for Sabrina because you thought it would match her eyes!" Daphne exclaimed.

Puck glared at her through his sunglasses. "I did not."

"You did too."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"YES!!!!" Daphne smiled widely and told me, "He's just embarrassed to tell you that he liiikes you."

It was Puck's turn to shove her. "No, I don't!"

Daphne sighed sadly, shaking her head as if he was a child that just didn't understand yet. "Sure, whatever lets you sleep at night."

Puck and I both frowned at her.

"What? It's true!"

Puck was interrupted from answering by Uncle Jake coming out from the kitchen and serving us all purple scrambled eggs, with blue and yellow bacon.

He didn't even bat an eye at Red's and Pin's hair colors, and as of why I was wearing a baseball cap and why Daphne and Puck had sunglasses on.

"You have the house to yourselves!" he exclaimed, patting Elvis, who sat near my chair, on the head and walking over to the door. "I'm smart enough to leave you guys alone on April Fools. I'm going on a date with Briar." (She's still alive in here)

Puck and Daphne snorted in laughter as he opened the door slightly, but it died down when he slipped through the narrow space he'd opened and called, "You don't think I didn't notice that bucket, right?"

"Uhhh..." Daphne said. "Of course not!"

"Yeah. Sure." He closed the door carefully behind him as to not activate the bucket of whatever was in it from flipping over.

Daphne sighed disappointedly, and so did Puck.

Daphne's POV:

I avoided Pin, whose black hair made him look reeeaaally cute.

Don't judge me, reader.

Oh, wait. Sorry, I'm not supposed to break the fourth wall. Sorry, Shadow!

The author frowned at me as I shrugged.

Anyway.

The rest of the day went by with Sabrina getting pranked over and over again, Puck and I exploding in laughter every time.

By 8:00 PM she was heading back to her room, her baseball cap having been stolen by yours truly so that her long blue hair was free. I laughed.

Puck and I were following her when Puck swooped up from behind me and landed in front of Sabrina.

She stopped and glared at him.

Before I knew it, he kissed her. It probably lasted for longer than five long seconds, but I was too busy screaming in fangirl heaven.

Puck pulled away and smirked at her as she turned red and pushed past him into her room.

Puck flew over to me. "That was an apology for the last prank."

I grinned at him and raised my eyebrows, but my mind was also filled with the huge spider Puck had placed on Sabrina's pillow after she'd left her room in the morning.

A scream cut through the air a second later, and Sabrina shouted, "PUCK, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

He grinned at me. "Time to go." We ran down the stairs, able to see all of the invisible pranks because of our sunglasses.

"I just wonder who's going to get that slime spilled on them," I said to Puck once we were safely sitting in the rafters. "That door's gonna open some time."

He nodded and we high-fived, like we did after every prank.