Promised ... oh goodness, when did I promise to start doing fairytales? Sometime early- or mid-Fall quarter, certainly. And oh, my first attempt at this story was a massive failure, I had, at one point, Quincy coming out of a refrigerator. Don't ask me, I don't know what I was thinking, all I know is that it happened, and then I was like "whut" and scrapped the fic.

So! Here's the better version. No one's in a refrigerator, and it's close enough to count as a fairytale abuse. Enjoy!

Also, please note that Ezzelin, Quincy, Nicholai, and Nicholai's pillow are all © Seppy, they're not mine, and I don't recommend writing them without permission, Julius will fricassee you if you try. *nods*

( Ezzelin's New Clothes )