A/N: Hi, out there:)

So After watching Mary Poppins Returns for the 5th time or something like that, I've decided to write a fanfiction about it.

I've started it in german (I'm german native) and now write it in english again, so if you spot a mistake, tell me.

I'm here to learn, after all...


There won't be any Mary-Bert in here but Jack-Jane shall be mentioned:)

I hope you'll enjoy the story.

C u


Disclaimer: I do not own anything...sadly.

Chapter ONE

Everything's different

It was a wonderful day in May.

The birds sang the known melodies, so loud that every word remained unheard and got carried away from the mild breeze that blew through the Cherry Tree Lane.

Petals rained onto the street and covered the wide sidewalk.

Everything was just like it always was.

And yet, everything was different.

It just wasn't to be seen, not at first sight.

Four years had passed since half of London had danced through the air with the most beautiful balloons in their hands.

Four years since the wind had been in the east and four years that had been needed for the Banks family to break.

"Sir!", it sounded through the stairway, "Sir!"

"Yes, Ellen?", Michael asked and stuck his head out of his office's door.

The housekeeper stood on the landing and had her hands on her hips.

"How exactly am I supposed to do the laundry when there's no hard soap to wash?"

Michael grimaced, "No hard soap? That's not possible! I went to the grocer's last week and-"

"Well, I told you before, Sir.", Ellen said, "Your daughter wants the laundry to be done every second day. Not just on Wednesday and Sunday."

Michael's eyes widened, "Every second day?! And who's supposed to pay for all the water?!"

"And for my overtime.", Ellen murmured.

"Well..", she shouted upstairs, "Then the laundry must be done another day but today."

In the same moment the next door was opened and Annabel stormed out.

"No way!", she shouted and ran down the stairs in a hurry.

In front of Ellen she shuddered to a halt.

"You must do the laundry, Ellen!", she said and raised a finger, "You must do it!"

"Annabel!", Michael scolded, "Watch your language, young lady!"

But his daughter didn't listen to him.

"I must do nothing.", Ellen said calmly and turned around.

But Annabel didn't draw back.

"Ellen", she said in a begging voice, "I need my good dress to wear it in school tomorrow."

"Oh, really?", Ellen pointedly replied, "And why, pray tell, must a perfectly clean dress be washed again for school? You have to wear your uniform anyways."

Annabel crossed her arms in front of her chest, "But I'm going to go for a walk in the park tomorrow. That's what I need the dress for. Recently. Washed."

Another door opened and John stepped out.

"It's not the school that matters to her. It's about A-"

"John!", Annabel shouted and climbed up the stairs with fast steps.

"I told you not to say anything!"

Michael frowned, "What isn't he supposed to say?"

Annabel spun on her heels and stared at her father in anger, "That's none of your business!"


The girl snorted scornfully.

"Why?", she shouted, "It's true! It's nobody's business!"

"Jack?", it echoed through the small hallway, "Jack, are you still here?"

"Yes, but on the threshold.", was the answer.

Followed by the sound of heels on the parquet flooring, Jane Banks hurried down the hallway and skidded to a halt in the cloakroom.

"You're getting better and better at this.", Jack grinned and pulled her into a quick kiss.

"Ah-ah-ah!", she said and slipped into her coat, " I'm going with you. We have a meeting for the next rally."

She gently pushed Jack out of their apartment and pulled the door close.

Jack's bicycle stood in the courtyard of the small house between the water butts, so the two of them had to squeeze their way through the narrow gate to get it.

"Are you going to sit in the back?", Jack asked when the gate had closed itself behind them.

Jane shook her head, "Not today. Today-ah!"

A strong gust of wind had opened the gate again and it banged against Jane's heels, so hard that the young woman stumbled forwards and nearly crushed Jack and the bicycle on the floor.

The lamplighter could catch her before.

"Are you alright?", he asked when she had steadied herself on his shoulder.

Jane nodded.

Then she turned around and eyed the gate with a tilted head.


Another gust of wind blew through the street and pulled Jack's hat with it.

"Crab!", he bursted out and let his bicycle fall next to Jane in the grass.

Then he hurried after his hat.

And because Jane didn't have anything else to do, she followed Jack down the street, where his hat had got catched by the branch of a small shrub.

Out of breath, she shuddered to a halt next to him.

"Quite the morning, isn't it?", she laughed and stroked through Jack's hair.

Then they looked up the street.

"There were no such winds to be for today.", Jane said quietly.

She looked up to Jack and squeezed his hand.

He smiled, " That can only mean one thing."

They both took a deep breath.

"Wind's changed."

"Is my meal too out-a-line for Madame?", Ellen asked cooly and tried to lay down her cutlery gently.

Every eye was on Annabel.

The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and pointed her lips.

"I just wanted to say that I've had better."

Ellen's eyes widened, "You have? Well, if Madame thinks she could easily go without my cooking, I from now on shall only cook for four."

Annabel jumped up.

"Try me!", she shouted and pushed back her chair with such power that it tapped over and fell onto the floor with a loud crash, "It doesn't matter to me anyways!"

And she stormed out of the dining room into the hallway and up the stairs.


Michael looked around and sighed.

"Excuse me for a moment, will you?", he said and stood up.

Then he disappeared through the door.

"Annabel!", he shouted as he followed his daughter upstairs.

The door to her room was closed.

"Annabel!", he knocked against the door, "Annabel, open that door, right now!"

There was no answer.

"Annabel, this instant!"

His knocking had become banging.

And when the door was opened by all sudden, he nearly stumbled into the room.

"What is it?!", stressed the girl, "Can't you just let me be for one second?!"

Michael grimaced, "Go and say sorry to Ellen."

Annabel crossed her arms, "Why should I? You yourself always tell us not to lie."

Michael's hand almost slipped.

He breathed in and out heavily.

"If this is going to go on like this, Annabel, then-"

His daughter dauert es nicht past him and ran downstairs again.

She slipped into her coat and tied her boots up.

"Ellen!", she shouted out loud, "The laundry!"

Ellen snorted.

"Annabel, I told you to-"

"I do not care what you told men father!", shouted the girl angrily and threw her hair in her neck, just like the girls in her class always did, and opened the door.

"I'm do-"

When she turned around, her mouth fell open.

Everything was just like it always was.

And yet everything was different.

And it was enough to look once.

Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

~ For Good, WICKED, Elphaba Thropp and Glinda Upland