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Seventeen-year-old Prudence Halliwell burst into the bedroom of her youngest sister Phoebe. "Alright. Where is it?"

"Where's what?" asked Phoebe. The thirteen-year-old was lying on her stomach, flipping through a magazine that highlighted the "private" lives of popular teen stars.

Prue took a step forward and wrenched the magazine out of her sisters' hands. "Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about. I need that blazer, Phoebe. I have to look good. Today's my first official day as student council president."

Phoebe stood up and sighed loudly, her shoulders drooping down oh-so-dramatically. "But I wanted to wear it. It would look so good with my new blouse. You know, the cream one."

Rolling her eyes, Prue paraded over to Phoebe's closet and threw the doors open. She plucked her navy blue blazer off a hanger and hugged it to her chest. "If you wanted to wear it, you should have asked. You can't just take my stuff without asking."

"Okay. Can I wear that blazer?" asked Phoebe. She stuck out her bottom lip and folded her hands together. "Please."

Prue looked at the ceiling as if deliberating it. "Um...no. Too little, too late, little sister."

With that, Prue trudged down the hallway and into her bedroom to finish getting ready. Phoebe sighed emphatically. Fifteen-year-old Piper came out of her bedroom, her long brown hair half straight and half curled. In her right hand was a curling iron. "What's all the commotion about?"

"Prue's being a bitch," said Phoebe, raising her voice so Prue could hear her clearly.

Unfortunately, Grams could hear her, too. Fifty-one-year-old Penny Halliwell appeared from the attic steps, her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised in a disapproving gesture. "Phoebe! We do not use language like that in this house!"

"We? Or just me?" retorted Phoebe, crossing her own arms.

Grams exhaled through her nose and uncrossed her arms. "Just don't be late for school. And no fighting. I'm going to take a walk, and if you're not gone by the time I get back, I'll make sure to drive the three of you to school every single day. In my bathrobe and slippers."

"Oh God. Hurry up, Prue!" yelled Phoebe, while Grams disappeared downstairs and out the front door.

After the school day was done with, Prue drove her sisters back to the manor. She looked into the back seat at them. "I have cheerleading practice today, so can you two please help Grams with whatever she needs?"

"Of course," said Piper. Phoebe just rolled her eyes. They got out of the car, and Piper waved goodbye as Prue drove off. Phoebe pushed her purse further up her shoulder and ran up the steps to the house.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Piper asked.

Phoebe stopped and turned on the spot, smiling. "Well, I wanted to get ready. I have a date tonight."

"Do you really think Grams will go for that?"

Phoebe did what she did best. Rolled her eyes. "Dear lord. This again. Grams doesn't have to know. I have a window in my bedroom, you know."

"Phoebe, no. If you sneak out, I'll tell Grams, and your ass will be grounded until you're eighteen," Piper replied, stepping closer to her younger sister.

Phoebe turned and finally reached the house. "Whatever happened to you being fun? You're turning into Prue."

"It's called having a conscience and making the right decisions, Phoebe." Piper followed Phoebe into the house. "And listening to Grams."

Coincidentally, Grams walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel. She sighed loudly. "What did Phoebe do now?"

"I didn't do anything yet," started Phoebe. "But tonight, I'm going on a date with a cute guy from my math class. We're going to see that new horror movie, Child's Play."

"Oh no you're not," protested Grams. "No boys and no horror movies."

Phoebe stomped her foot on the wooden floor. "Why not?! Prue's dating Andy, and they saw Evil Dead two last year!"

"Well Prudence is also four years older than you. When you're seventeen, maybe you can date and watch scary movies, but I don't think you're mature enough for that yet," explained Grams.

"Fine." Phoebe turned and started up the steps toward her bedroom. Under her breath, she murmured, "Mom would have let me."

Grams shook her head and turned back to Piper. "I don't know what has gotten into that girl. She used to be such a little angel."

Piper shrugged. "I have no idea. But, um, she might try to sneak out her window like she did a few weeks ago."

"Right. I have that handled," smiled Grams. "Now will you be a dear and start cooking dinner, please?"

"Sure. I love cooking dinner." Piper walked off to the kitchen.

Penny looked over her shoulder to make sure that Piper was out of earshot. She then looked in the direction of the stairs and chanted, "Phoebe wants to have a date, but she's too young to have a mate. With this spell, the windows block. Put Phoebe under key and lock."

Up in her bedroom, Phoebe smiled and pushed up on her window. Her smile disappeared when she realized that the window would not open no matter how hard she tried. Eventually, she slumped down on her bed, blowing her hair out of her face. "Well, I don't know how you did it, but I think it's payback time, Grams. Let's see what you've been hiding in the attic all this time."

Phoebe knew that the attic door would not open easily; she'd tried to get it open so many times before. That's why she would wait until Grams was asleep to steal the key from her room. Phoebe didn't know why she hadn't thought of this plan before. As long as Grams didn't wake up, the plan was foolproof.

And finally, a few minutes before midnight, the time came for the youngest Halliwell to put her plan into action. She snuck out of her bedroom and into Grams's room. The woman's chest was moving up and down with the heavy breathing of someone asleep. On her bedside table, Phoebe spotted the key. It was old and rusted but beautiful at the same time.

The girl slowly slid the key off the table and placed it in her pocket. She then turned and left Grams's room behind. Phoebe pulled out the key, pleased with herself. "Never thought it would be that easy."

A moment later, Phoebe was standing in the attic. The door had opened without difficulty. Phoebe was disappointed with what she saw in the attic. It was just a bunch of junk and candles. There was one promising thing however; a trunk with no lock on it. Phoebe was drawn to it immediately.

When she opened the trunk, Phoebe gasped. Inside, there was a big, leather-bound book with an interesting symbol stitched onto the front cover. Phoebe carried the book over to an old, dusty couch in the corner and sat down with it. She opened it and flipped a few pages until she saw a poem named Dominus Trinus.

Phoebe smiled and read, "Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of Gods are invoked here. The great work of magic is sought. In this night, and in this hour, we call upon the Ancient Power. Bring your power to we sisters three. We want the power. Give us the power."

Suddenly, lightning struck and the room was filled with an eerie blue glow. Phoebe closed the book when she heard someone gasp. There, standing in the doorway, was Grams. "Oh, Phoebe. What did you do?"

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