So this story is part of my Fanfic Day!, which if you read A Moment Alone, then you know what I'm talking about. Man, I'm hungry!
The sound of the doorbell rang through out the Halliwell manor at seven in the morning, probably on the verge of awakening everyone in the manor. Luckily, a boy around the age of seven with greenish eyes and reddish hair was awake, and got of the couch in the attic, where he was reading the Book of Shadows, and went downstairs to answer it.
The doorbell rang again.
"Coming," Chris yelled, "I'm coming."
He opened the door and was greeted by a petite woman who looked probably younger than she was. She was at most 5'1 with grey/white hair and brown eyes, dressed in an light blue dress with multi colored flowers on it and white old lady shoes and light brown stockings. Her glasses hung on a small gold chain around her neck and her hair was style in an old fashion. Chris stared the woman up and down.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, young man, I'm looking for my granddaughter. The last address she gave me said she lived here."
"Um, well, the only people who've lived here have had this house for generations, and all my great grandparent are deceased so…"
"Look, I know she lives here, and I'm not leaving till I see my grandchild, the ungrateful little-"
"Um, why don't you just wait here. I'll go get my mom," Chris interrupted.
"I'm not waiting on the porch in the cold," she said offensively, "I'll come inside and sit."
She pushed pass Chris and looked around until she found the living room and sat in a chair. Chris heard her mumble something about the youth of today being ungrateful and impolite. He ran up the stair to get his mom.
"Mom?"
Piper murmured incoherently and turned over, facing Leo. Chris shook her again.
"Mom, wake up."
Piper groaned in frustration.
"Chris, I'm not teaching you new spells early in the morning!"
Chris sighed, "Mom, there's an old lady downstairs who is demanding to see her granddaughter who apparently lives here."
Piper turned over and opened her eyes, staring at Chris.
"You let her in our house?"
"Well, not exactly, she pushed pass me and walked in."
Piper groaned and got up, moving the covers and planting her feet on the hardwood floors. She stood and groggily walked downstairs, Chris following her.
When Piper got to the living room, the woman was looking at a picture on a stand of Phoebe and Coop posing poolside on their honeymoon.
"Hello, Ma'am, uh, I'm Piper, can I help you with something?"
"Piper, huh?" the woman said questionably.
She walked over to Piper and circled her, checking her up and down as if looking for a flaw or something.
Piper stared off at the ceiling in annoyance and tried to glare at the lady, and Chris watched with amusement from the stairs.
"Yes, I understand you're looking for your granddaughter?"
The woman stopped in front of Piper and clutched her hand purse.
"No shit, Sherlock."
Piper's mouth dropped and Chris giggled to cover up his laughter.
"Uh…"
"She has dark hair like you," the woman explained, "Taller, kind of leggy, and-"
She stopped and walked towards a photo hanging on the wall of Piper, Phoebe, and Paige together at P3 with the band The Wallflowers.
"That's her."
Piper turned around and looked at the picture she was pointing too.
"That's me and my sisters," Piper explained, "We don't…"
A thought ran through her head and she looked at the woman.
"Paige Matthews, by chance, wouldn't be your granddughter would she?"
"Yes, she is," the woman responded, "Where is she?"
Piper grinned implausibly.
"Chris. Call your aunt Paige."
Don't you just love Paige's grandma? Haha, man, I'm gonna go to the snack machine after I finish with this.