Christina Turner left the room. She slammed the doors on her parents. They were explaining, yet again, what it meant to be a witch. It seemed to be a rule among the Charmed Sisters to lecture their children about their gifts. They wanted to prevent any unnecessary bloodshed. Unfortunately, they did it a little too often for Christina's choice. Her twelve years of age were working against her. Apparently, she wasn't mature enough to figure this stuff out on her own. She had to be lectured every time she used her powers to do anything besides fight evil.
She stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door. She, Christina Maria Turner, was a witch. She knew that. She also knew that she had an enormous gift to hide from all of her friends, especially Melinda Wyatt, her best friend. They would never know the true extent of Christina's life and powers. Christina lifted her finger and snapped it sideways. Her backpack flew across the room. She lifted out her homework assignments and started on her math homework.
"Christina?" Called a voice that could only be her mothers. "We haven't finished talking to you yet!"
"Oh yeah?" muttered Christina. "Screw you." She astral-projected herself into her aunt Prue's house. Prue lived with her husband; another powerful witch named Joseph.
"Christina, honey, is that you?" asked Prue, who was reading a newspaper.
"Yeah," stated Christina
"I told you not to astral-project without speaking to your mother, but now that you're here," Prue thought for a moment, "would you like a cookie?"
"Sure!" said Christina. She knew her mother would use a spell to pull her back to the house, but she had at least five minutes before she was found.
"So, what's wrong this time?" asked Prue.
"I'm getting another lecture on responsibility." Christina told her.
"What'd you do?" asked Prue.
"I stole Jersey's toy radio," she paused, "using my telekinetic powers. Jersey cried, and I got in trouble. The thing was annoying the hell outta me!" she felt the now familiar tug on her body.
"By Christina! Come and visit me on foot soon!" called Prue, sensing that Phoebe had cast a spell to bring astral-Christina back. "You'll never get used to that spell," she muttered to herself.
"Bye, Aunt Prue! Love you!" Christina said as she got pulled out of her aunt's house against her will. She reappeared in her bedroom. Her body was sitting up on the bed. Her head was tilted forwards, and she wasn't breathing. She looked at her body. She then looked at her mother. She laughed.
"Young lady, get back into your body right now!" yelled Phoebe. Her six-year-old brother Tim giggled at the door. He was used to seeing Christina in two places at once.
"Yes mom." Christina let herself fall back into her body. She was unwilling, yet she knew if she didn't, she would get in even more trouble if her father showed up. She snapped her head up, proving to her mother that she was back in her body. She then got up, and started towards the door.
"Sit." Phoebe's voice was firm.
"Why?" Her two-year-old twin brother, Jordan, and sister, Jersey, were now hanging out at the door with Tim. Christina twitched her finger. A teddy bear flew off of her bed and into Jersey's arms. The little girl giggled appreciatively and the twins ran out to go and play. Tim slunk into the back of the room. He knew he would be in on this conversation. He knew about his powers. The twins didn't. Christina closed the door.
"We need to have a serious talk." Phoebe got up to close the door, noticed it was already closed, and glared at her eldest daughter. "What was that all about?"
"I took her radio. End of story." Christina sighed. Tim giggled. Phoebe glared at both of them.
"No, you didn't just take her radio, you used your powers. You know the house rules. No using powers against each other. My sisters and I learned that the hard way when ours were stripped away. We don't need that to happen to you too."
Tim started to float up the wall. He had inherited both of his mother's powers, Premonitions and Levitation. They weren't very predictable, and usually he couldn't help himself. "But Mommy! She didn't! Jersey was annoying her. She was freezing the radio every time Christina tried to turn it off. Finally, she just took it!"
Phoebe looked somewhat scared. "Did you say, freeze?"
"Yeah, like what Aunt Piper does to the bad guys."
"Oh my. Christina and Tim, go play with Jersey and Jordan. Don't let them do anything magical. I need to go talk to your father." Phoebe turned around and left the room with a worried look on her face.
She stormed into her bedroom and slammed the door. She, Christina Maria Turner, was a witch. She knew that. She also knew that she had an enormous gift to hide from all of her friends, especially Melinda Wyatt, her best friend. They would never know the true extent of Christina's life and powers. Christina lifted her finger and snapped it sideways. Her backpack flew across the room. She lifted out her homework assignments and started on her math homework.
"Christina?" Called a voice that could only be her mothers. "We haven't finished talking to you yet!"
"Oh yeah?" muttered Christina. "Screw you." She astral-projected herself into her aunt Prue's house. Prue lived with her husband; another powerful witch named Joseph.
"Christina, honey, is that you?" asked Prue, who was reading a newspaper.
"Yeah," stated Christina
"I told you not to astral-project without speaking to your mother, but now that you're here," Prue thought for a moment, "would you like a cookie?"
"Sure!" said Christina. She knew her mother would use a spell to pull her back to the house, but she had at least five minutes before she was found.
"So, what's wrong this time?" asked Prue.
"I'm getting another lecture on responsibility." Christina told her.
"What'd you do?" asked Prue.
"I stole Jersey's toy radio," she paused, "using my telekinetic powers. Jersey cried, and I got in trouble. The thing was annoying the hell outta me!" she felt the now familiar tug on her body.
"By Christina! Come and visit me on foot soon!" called Prue, sensing that Phoebe had cast a spell to bring astral-Christina back. "You'll never get used to that spell," she muttered to herself.
"Bye, Aunt Prue! Love you!" Christina said as she got pulled out of her aunt's house against her will. She reappeared in her bedroom. Her body was sitting up on the bed. Her head was tilted forwards, and she wasn't breathing. She looked at her body. She then looked at her mother. She laughed.
"Young lady, get back into your body right now!" yelled Phoebe. Her six-year-old brother Tim giggled at the door. He was used to seeing Christina in two places at once.
"Yes mom." Christina let herself fall back into her body. She was unwilling, yet she knew if she didn't, she would get in even more trouble if her father showed up. She snapped her head up, proving to her mother that she was back in her body. She then got up, and started towards the door.
"Sit." Phoebe's voice was firm.
"Why?" Her two-year-old twin brother, Jordan, and sister, Jersey, were now hanging out at the door with Tim. Christina twitched her finger. A teddy bear flew off of her bed and into Jersey's arms. The little girl giggled appreciatively and the twins ran out to go and play. Tim slunk into the back of the room. He knew he would be in on this conversation. He knew about his powers. The twins didn't. Christina closed the door.
"We need to have a serious talk." Phoebe got up to close the door, noticed it was already closed, and glared at her eldest daughter. "What was that all about?"
"I took her radio. End of story." Christina sighed. Tim giggled. Phoebe glared at both of them.
"No, you didn't just take her radio, you used your powers. You know the house rules. No using powers against each other. My sisters and I learned that the hard way when ours were stripped away. We don't need that to happen to you too."
Tim started to float up the wall. He had inherited both of his mother's powers, Premonitions and Levitation. They weren't very predictable, and usually he couldn't help himself. "But Mommy! She didn't! Jersey was annoying her. She was freezing the radio every time Christina tried to turn it off. Finally, she just took it!"
Phoebe looked somewhat scared. "Did you say, freeze?"
"Yeah, like what Aunt Piper does to the bad guys."
"Oh my. Christina and Tim, go play with Jersey and Jordan. Don't let them do anything magical. I need to go talk to your father." Phoebe turned around and left the room with a worried look on her face.
