I'm just going to try a Christmas theme Sister's Grimm fanfic. In this, it's before they found out about Mirror's plan and all that.

The snow is falling, the wind is blowing. It's chilly in here. It's definitely winter. It's definitely Christmas.

I let Daphne do my hair when she was bored, and it actually looks nice. If only I had something nice to wear with it.

I don't want anyone to know this, but I want to look nice for Puck. And the rest of the family, but... I don't feel the same way around them.

When I'm with Puck, I feel weird. Like there's butterflies in my stomach. But I shake it off by screaming at him.

Don't get me wrong, he gets on my nerves, and sometimes... ok a LOT of times, I hate his guts, but every once in awhile, he's actually nice. I just wish that would happen more often. He's always pranking me!

Maybe Mirror has something I could wear.

I finish writing in my journal, and head off to see Mirror.

When I get there, I say hello, and then get down to business.

"Mirror, mirror, standing there. Give me something nice to wear."

Mirror holds up a beautiful gown, and I reach inside the mirror to take it.

It was quite pretty. Definitely not something I would normally wear, though. It was a blue strapless dress that went down to my knees, and was covered in glitter, which gave the illusion that I was shimmering whenever I moved. I put on a little makeup just to work it all together, and looked in the mirror.

I was stunning. I just hope Puck likes it.

I go downstairs, and the first thing I notice is the Christmas tree. It's decorated in ornaments, and surrounded by a big pile of gifts. The whole thing is quite mezmerising and picture worthy. Everything today is putting me in a good mood.

I turn around in a small twirl, and catch everyone staring at me. Puck's mouth is wide open. That's what I wanted. But he's quick to recover.

Daphne smiles and so does Granny.

Puck is the first one to break the silence. "Well Grimm, I see you're trying to dress up for me. I know you've always had a secret crush on me, but you'll alwarys be ugly to me. Well, at least your finally out of those rags you call clothes," he says, smirking.

Ouch. That hurt. And I think he notices that when I give him a hurt look and run back up to my room. I catch a glimpse of him on my way out, his gaze softening.

"Sabrina, wait..."

But I'm already gone.

I plop down on my bed. I want to cry. I feel like I should cry. But Sabrina Grimm does NOT cry. No, Sabrina Grimm gets even.

I change into a clean...ish shirt and slightly baggy jeans, and walk back out.

When I get down, Puck is in a tuxedo. All I can think is "What the freakity freaking freakers is going on?"

Puck must've heard my footsteps because he turns around and starts to say "Hey beautiful," but his grin fades a little when he sees that I changed and it comes out more as a forced "Hey..."

I give him an acknowledging nod, and walk past him. That annoys him.

I sit down at the table next to Daphne and look at breakfast. Purple pancakes, some sort of... pudding?, blue apples (I think they're apples...) and strips of slimy rainbow-like bacon covered in a "special sauce."

"Yum," I think to myself sarcastically.

I catch a glimpse of Puck, fidgeting around in his tux, and flinching whenever he looks at me. Looks like some sort of spaz attack. This makes me smile, which just annoys him even more.

"Puck, you alright?" I ask, cracking up. Daphne and Granny notice. Daphne laughs, but Granny is trying to be polite. Still, you could see the outline of a smile.

"That's it!" Puck yells. He stands up and says "Sabrina, I need to talk to you." He starts to walk over to me, but trips on the way, falling flat on his face. Everyone is in hysterics by then.

He gets up, and drags me into the hall. "Sabrina, you know I'm sorry. That was harsh. I TRIED to make up for it by putting on this stupid tux, but you just ignored me. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WOMAN!"

I'm still cracking up when I answer. "Dude, it's fine. I just like watching you squirm. You always tease me. I just overreacted. But I'm glad I did," I say, pointing at his tuxedo. He glares at me and walks out.

That's when someone knocks on the door...