Disclaimer: None of the characters from "Charmed" belong to me, enough said.
A/N: Takes place after "Lucky Charmed", which was just on and I got an idea to write a story about it. Note: it's supposed to be silly, not serious, so don't take it seriously, just hopefully, laugh at it.
Chapter One
The Right Spell
Paige Matthews frowned as she pulled another ruined shirt out of the dyer. "Great," she mumbled, "there goes more money down the drain, out of my nonexistent bank account." Her shirt now looked as though it could only fit an infant, or perhaps a very small dog. Too bad Wyatt wasn't a girl...maybe than she could convince Piper to give her money for new clothes in exchange for her old ones. Well, that might still work...Wyatt was still young after all...
The newest Charmed One sighed, tossing her shirt aside. So much for having a little bit of luck, her clothes still ruined in the wash. You'd think a little Leprechaun luck would still be hanging around, at least enough to keep stains out of her clothes.
Hoisting up the clothes basket, Paige walked into the living room, carelessly dropping the basket onto the couch, not noticing when it spilled over. There had to be some spell for getting demon blood out of clothes; there was the one spell that she had used on her sweater but Leo had warned her that there could be consequences of some kind. Paige rolled her eyes, a useless gesture since there was no one to see it but she did it just the same. What sort of 'consequences' could come out of a spell to repair old clothes. Or perhaps gain new ones...
Paige headed up toward the attic, abandoning the laundry, jogging up the stairs. She paused, considering the rules of Wicca and being a Charmed One; wasn't there something against using magick for personal gain? Piper and Leo (and maybe Phoebe, she wasn't sure) would consider using magick to repopulate her wardrobe as personal gain but when you thought about it, it wasn't really personal gain. It was either use magick for clothes or walk around naked and she would be doing a favor to society by not walking around naked. Well... some people might beg to differ but that wasn't the point!
The Book of Shadows was sitting on its pedestal, as though it was waiting for her to use it. The notes and papers that she and her sisters had been using earlier were still scattered around the attic, as were the remains of the lamps and electrical appliances that had suffered the demon's bad luck spell. Paige walked over to the stack of note cards, shifting through them, scanning for the spell she had used earlier.
"Ah, here we go." She beamed probably, tossing the other cards away. She just had to rewrite the spell a little bit, so that it didn't make old clothes new, but gave her new clothes all together. "Okay, let's try this: 'New clothes I have none of, make my drawers look like a Jay Crew catalog.'" She paused, glancing around. "Okay, so it didn't exactly rhyme but...you get the idea right?"
The strawberry blonde witch walked out of the attic and down to her room, eagerly pulling open the drawers to her clothes chest, frowning when they appeared the same as they had before. "Well, damn." She mumbled, sighing and dropping onto her bed. Paige thought for a moment, trying to work out a spell that sounded better in her head than the first had. Finally, she beamed and said, "Take stains out fast and send new clothes and make them last." Well, it had sounded better in her head...
But, apparently, her shoddy spell had been enough for the Gods of Magick, or whoever listened up there. A new blouse appeared beside her, along with some hip huggers, creating a perfect outfit. "Yes, I love this magick thing!" Paige cried triumphantly, checking the size of the clothes. "And a perfect fit too."
So, magick wasn't all fighting demons and getting their blood all over your perfectly expensive clothes, there were some rewards too. And Paige was going to reap those rewards until there was nothing left to harvest.
A/N: Takes place after "Lucky Charmed", which was just on and I got an idea to write a story about it. Note: it's supposed to be silly, not serious, so don't take it seriously, just hopefully, laugh at it.
Chapter One
The Right Spell
Paige Matthews frowned as she pulled another ruined shirt out of the dyer. "Great," she mumbled, "there goes more money down the drain, out of my nonexistent bank account." Her shirt now looked as though it could only fit an infant, or perhaps a very small dog. Too bad Wyatt wasn't a girl...maybe than she could convince Piper to give her money for new clothes in exchange for her old ones. Well, that might still work...Wyatt was still young after all...
The newest Charmed One sighed, tossing her shirt aside. So much for having a little bit of luck, her clothes still ruined in the wash. You'd think a little Leprechaun luck would still be hanging around, at least enough to keep stains out of her clothes.
Hoisting up the clothes basket, Paige walked into the living room, carelessly dropping the basket onto the couch, not noticing when it spilled over. There had to be some spell for getting demon blood out of clothes; there was the one spell that she had used on her sweater but Leo had warned her that there could be consequences of some kind. Paige rolled her eyes, a useless gesture since there was no one to see it but she did it just the same. What sort of 'consequences' could come out of a spell to repair old clothes. Or perhaps gain new ones...
Paige headed up toward the attic, abandoning the laundry, jogging up the stairs. She paused, considering the rules of Wicca and being a Charmed One; wasn't there something against using magick for personal gain? Piper and Leo (and maybe Phoebe, she wasn't sure) would consider using magick to repopulate her wardrobe as personal gain but when you thought about it, it wasn't really personal gain. It was either use magick for clothes or walk around naked and she would be doing a favor to society by not walking around naked. Well... some people might beg to differ but that wasn't the point!
The Book of Shadows was sitting on its pedestal, as though it was waiting for her to use it. The notes and papers that she and her sisters had been using earlier were still scattered around the attic, as were the remains of the lamps and electrical appliances that had suffered the demon's bad luck spell. Paige walked over to the stack of note cards, shifting through them, scanning for the spell she had used earlier.
"Ah, here we go." She beamed probably, tossing the other cards away. She just had to rewrite the spell a little bit, so that it didn't make old clothes new, but gave her new clothes all together. "Okay, let's try this: 'New clothes I have none of, make my drawers look like a Jay Crew catalog.'" She paused, glancing around. "Okay, so it didn't exactly rhyme but...you get the idea right?"
The strawberry blonde witch walked out of the attic and down to her room, eagerly pulling open the drawers to her clothes chest, frowning when they appeared the same as they had before. "Well, damn." She mumbled, sighing and dropping onto her bed. Paige thought for a moment, trying to work out a spell that sounded better in her head than the first had. Finally, she beamed and said, "Take stains out fast and send new clothes and make them last." Well, it had sounded better in her head...
But, apparently, her shoddy spell had been enough for the Gods of Magick, or whoever listened up there. A new blouse appeared beside her, along with some hip huggers, creating a perfect outfit. "Yes, I love this magick thing!" Paige cried triumphantly, checking the size of the clothes. "And a perfect fit too."
So, magick wasn't all fighting demons and getting their blood all over your perfectly expensive clothes, there were some rewards too. And Paige was going to reap those rewards until there was nothing left to harvest.