Disclaimer: I only own Phaedra.
A/N: The first few chapters happen in Sunnydale..
"Phae, honey, wake up or you'll be late for school," said Charlotte Hunter, Phaedra Halliwell's grandmother, gently shaking her granddaughter.
Phaedra stirred and opened her eyes. "Nana, do I have to?"
Charlotte smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You know you do. Breakfast's going to be ready in half an hour, so you'd better be ready and down by then."
Saying that, she left. Phae sat up slowly, shaking her black hair. "Why do I have to? I'm a witch, for heaven's sake," she grumbled, getting out of bed. She went into the bathroom.
Exactly half an hour later, she re-emerged, wearing a light blue halter and black jeans. She ran a brush through her hair several times, grabbed her bag and went down. On her way down, Phae heard her grandmother cough, and knew that she was getting worse. Her brow furrowed in worry as she entered the kitchen.
"Nana, are you taking your medication?" she asked.
Charlotte smiled weakly. "Of course, honey. Don't you worry. I made waffles today."
"Nana-"Phae started, but her grandmother took her shoulders and gently pushed her down into a chair, setting a plate of waffles in front of her granddaughter.
Phae sighed, knowing it was no use. She took a bite of her waffles, thinking.
Phaedra Jennifer Halliwell lived in Sunnydale, California, her father's birthplace. Her mother lived in San Francisco; at least, she thought she did. She'd never heard from Prue in her entire 17 years. She didn't know why her mother had sent her here, but Phae had a feeling it had something to do with her powers-telekinesis, telepathy, and the occasional empathy. Phae had black hair that fell slightly past her shoulders, green eyes and pale skin. No matter how much time she spent under the sun, the witch just couldn't seem to get a tan. She was friends with Dawn Summers, sister Buffy Summers, a.k.a. the Slayer, who in turn was best friends with a guy named Xander Harris and a Wiccan named Willow Rosenburg. Xander had an ex-demon for a girlfriend, Anya Emerson, while Willow was. . .very close with another Wiccan, Tara MaClay. Buffy had a Watcher, a Brit named Rupert Giles, whom they all called Giles. Anya and Giles worked at a magic shop, called, of course, The Magic Box. All in all, they were like a second family to her.
Phae blinked as she took her last bite. "I'm sorry, what?"
Charlotte sighed. "I was saying that your aunts sent you a letter."
Phaedra took the envelope from her grandmother. "The ones in San Francisco?"
"No, the ones in Texas."
"Oh." She slipped the letter into her bag. "I'll read it later. Right now I gotta book, 'cause Dawn's gonna be pissed if I show up late. Again."
Giving her grandmother a sheepish grin, Phae grabbed her bag and ran out the door, all the way to Sunnydale High.
~*~
Dawn sat on the school steps, glancing at her watch for the fifteenth time. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail with a black scrunchie and stood up as she saw Phae running. She smoothed her purple shirt.
"How can you run in those?" Dawn asked, indicating Phae's stilettos. "Oh, and you're ten minutes late."
Phae grinned. "Sorry. Practice makes perfect. Come on, let's go in before the bell rings."
Together the two walked into the school and headed for their lockers, which were conveniently located next to each other. Simultaneously they opened their lockers and took out their books just as the bell rang.
Closing the lockers, they looked at each other. "Another day of torture. Meet you here after school?" Phae asked.
"Later," Dawn replied, and both headed to their separate classes.
A/N: The first few chapters happen in Sunnydale..
"Phae, honey, wake up or you'll be late for school," said Charlotte Hunter, Phaedra Halliwell's grandmother, gently shaking her granddaughter.
Phaedra stirred and opened her eyes. "Nana, do I have to?"
Charlotte smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You know you do. Breakfast's going to be ready in half an hour, so you'd better be ready and down by then."
Saying that, she left. Phae sat up slowly, shaking her black hair. "Why do I have to? I'm a witch, for heaven's sake," she grumbled, getting out of bed. She went into the bathroom.
Exactly half an hour later, she re-emerged, wearing a light blue halter and black jeans. She ran a brush through her hair several times, grabbed her bag and went down. On her way down, Phae heard her grandmother cough, and knew that she was getting worse. Her brow furrowed in worry as she entered the kitchen.
"Nana, are you taking your medication?" she asked.
Charlotte smiled weakly. "Of course, honey. Don't you worry. I made waffles today."
"Nana-"Phae started, but her grandmother took her shoulders and gently pushed her down into a chair, setting a plate of waffles in front of her granddaughter.
Phae sighed, knowing it was no use. She took a bite of her waffles, thinking.
Phaedra Jennifer Halliwell lived in Sunnydale, California, her father's birthplace. Her mother lived in San Francisco; at least, she thought she did. She'd never heard from Prue in her entire 17 years. She didn't know why her mother had sent her here, but Phae had a feeling it had something to do with her powers-telekinesis, telepathy, and the occasional empathy. Phae had black hair that fell slightly past her shoulders, green eyes and pale skin. No matter how much time she spent under the sun, the witch just couldn't seem to get a tan. She was friends with Dawn Summers, sister Buffy Summers, a.k.a. the Slayer, who in turn was best friends with a guy named Xander Harris and a Wiccan named Willow Rosenburg. Xander had an ex-demon for a girlfriend, Anya Emerson, while Willow was. . .very close with another Wiccan, Tara MaClay. Buffy had a Watcher, a Brit named Rupert Giles, whom they all called Giles. Anya and Giles worked at a magic shop, called, of course, The Magic Box. All in all, they were like a second family to her.
Phae blinked as she took her last bite. "I'm sorry, what?"
Charlotte sighed. "I was saying that your aunts sent you a letter."
Phaedra took the envelope from her grandmother. "The ones in San Francisco?"
"No, the ones in Texas."
"Oh." She slipped the letter into her bag. "I'll read it later. Right now I gotta book, 'cause Dawn's gonna be pissed if I show up late. Again."
Giving her grandmother a sheepish grin, Phae grabbed her bag and ran out the door, all the way to Sunnydale High.
~*~
Dawn sat on the school steps, glancing at her watch for the fifteenth time. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail with a black scrunchie and stood up as she saw Phae running. She smoothed her purple shirt.
"How can you run in those?" Dawn asked, indicating Phae's stilettos. "Oh, and you're ten minutes late."
Phae grinned. "Sorry. Practice makes perfect. Come on, let's go in before the bell rings."
Together the two walked into the school and headed for their lockers, which were conveniently located next to each other. Simultaneously they opened their lockers and took out their books just as the bell rang.
Closing the lockers, they looked at each other. "Another day of torture. Meet you here after school?" Phae asked.
"Later," Dawn replied, and both headed to their separate classes.