Chapter Two: The Dream Potion
At three o'clock Piper and Phoebe entered the Manor and Piper immediately made her way up to her room without saying a word to anyone. Grams, who had been standing in the foyer, watched her middle granddaughter and wondered what the matter was. Following Phoebe into the kitchen, Grams knew that her youngest granddaughter couldn't keep a secret to save her life and knew that she would be able to find out what the matter was.
"Phoebe dear," Grams began, "what's the matter with Piper?"
Phoebe took a soda out of the fridge and sat at the kitchen table. "The same old stuff. About how she has absolutely no life and how she will never amount to anything in the future and that she will be all alone forever."
Grams' eyes grew wide as she took a seat at the table. "She doesn't really believe all that, does she?"
"Believe what?" asked nineteen-year-old Prue as she walked into the kitchen.
"Phoebe is insisting that Piper believes that she will never amount to anything in the future. That she will have not future," Grams answered.
Prue rolled her eyes and looked at Phoebe. "She isn't thinking about that again is she? I thought she had gotten over that already?"
Grams stood, outraged. "Girls, you both can't be serious? How on earth can Piper feel this way? She is sweet, kind, how can she say such things about herself?"
"Because it is kind of true, Grams," Prue said. "I mean, Piper is somewhat of a geek."
"She hardly has any friends, she can't get over her shyness when it comes to guys and all she is really good at is cooking," Phoebe added.
"Not that it is bad not to have any friends and to be shy," Prue said, defending herself. "It's just that, this is how Piper is and she accepts that. Or, at least I thought she did."
Turning her gaze to the ceiling, Grams stared up at it, as if she could see up it and see Piper. There had to be something that she could do to help her granddaughter out. Getting Prue and Phoebe to leave the kitchen, Grams went to the cupboards and began to pull out an assortment of strange ingredients to something she did not want her granddaughters seeing.
The girls were not supposed to know that they were witches, and therefore any magic that Grams wanted to perform had to be done in secret while they were either at school or in bed asleep. After cutting, dicing, slicing and doing everything to the appropriate items, Grams tossed them into a pot and mixed them together until concoction began to release a fog like vapor.
It was just as Piper was coming downstairs that Grams had successfully hidden away her magic and was setting two cups of tea on the table. Glancing up at the clock, Grams noted how the sun had finally gone down, but it was still somewhat early in the evening.
"Piper, sweetheart," Grams said, pulling out a table chair. "Why don't you have a seat?"
Eyeing her grandmother closely, Piper did as told. "I know they told you, Grams, you don't have to pretend that you don't already know."
"I'm not going to bother you about it, Piper. I know that you must be a little upset, that is why I made you some tea."
Grams placed one cup in front of Piper. Piper caught the strong scent and she eagerly took the cup in her hands and began to drink. After taking a sip, she looked at her grandmother suspiciously.
"What's in this?" she asked.
"Oh, just some new herbs I picked up at the market," Grams answered, knowing that even if Piper was the chef in the house, that she would not know the roots and whatnot in the potion she had slipped into the tea. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"Yeah, actually, I do. But it's making me tired," Piper said with a yawn.
"Well, why don't you finish your tea and then go to bed," Grams suggested. "I'll make sure the girls don't bother you while you sleep."
Nodding, Piper drank down the rest of her tea, gave a hug to Grams then turned to leave the kitchen. Holding out her hand, Grams called out, stopping Piper.
"Make sure that before you go to bed that you make a wish," she said.
"A wish?" asked Piper.
Grams smiled. "Well, you never know if it might come true."
Piper gave a half awakened nod, and then ascended the stairs to her room. She slipped out of her clothes and managed to put on her pajamas before she all but collapsed into bed. With another yawn, she drew her covers up to her shoulders and was about to fall asleep when she remembered what Grams had said.
Make a wish.
Lying on her back, Piper closed her eyes. "A wish. I wish that I were a somebody that had an exciting but normal life. And that I would have someone to love, someone who loved me. That's what I wish."
It was then that Piper took a deep breath and fell asleep, not knowing that as her Grams has said, her dreams just might come true.
At three o'clock Piper and Phoebe entered the Manor and Piper immediately made her way up to her room without saying a word to anyone. Grams, who had been standing in the foyer, watched her middle granddaughter and wondered what the matter was. Following Phoebe into the kitchen, Grams knew that her youngest granddaughter couldn't keep a secret to save her life and knew that she would be able to find out what the matter was.
"Phoebe dear," Grams began, "what's the matter with Piper?"
Phoebe took a soda out of the fridge and sat at the kitchen table. "The same old stuff. About how she has absolutely no life and how she will never amount to anything in the future and that she will be all alone forever."
Grams' eyes grew wide as she took a seat at the table. "She doesn't really believe all that, does she?"
"Believe what?" asked nineteen-year-old Prue as she walked into the kitchen.
"Phoebe is insisting that Piper believes that she will never amount to anything in the future. That she will have not future," Grams answered.
Prue rolled her eyes and looked at Phoebe. "She isn't thinking about that again is she? I thought she had gotten over that already?"
Grams stood, outraged. "Girls, you both can't be serious? How on earth can Piper feel this way? She is sweet, kind, how can she say such things about herself?"
"Because it is kind of true, Grams," Prue said. "I mean, Piper is somewhat of a geek."
"She hardly has any friends, she can't get over her shyness when it comes to guys and all she is really good at is cooking," Phoebe added.
"Not that it is bad not to have any friends and to be shy," Prue said, defending herself. "It's just that, this is how Piper is and she accepts that. Or, at least I thought she did."
Turning her gaze to the ceiling, Grams stared up at it, as if she could see up it and see Piper. There had to be something that she could do to help her granddaughter out. Getting Prue and Phoebe to leave the kitchen, Grams went to the cupboards and began to pull out an assortment of strange ingredients to something she did not want her granddaughters seeing.
The girls were not supposed to know that they were witches, and therefore any magic that Grams wanted to perform had to be done in secret while they were either at school or in bed asleep. After cutting, dicing, slicing and doing everything to the appropriate items, Grams tossed them into a pot and mixed them together until concoction began to release a fog like vapor.
It was just as Piper was coming downstairs that Grams had successfully hidden away her magic and was setting two cups of tea on the table. Glancing up at the clock, Grams noted how the sun had finally gone down, but it was still somewhat early in the evening.
"Piper, sweetheart," Grams said, pulling out a table chair. "Why don't you have a seat?"
Eyeing her grandmother closely, Piper did as told. "I know they told you, Grams, you don't have to pretend that you don't already know."
"I'm not going to bother you about it, Piper. I know that you must be a little upset, that is why I made you some tea."
Grams placed one cup in front of Piper. Piper caught the strong scent and she eagerly took the cup in her hands and began to drink. After taking a sip, she looked at her grandmother suspiciously.
"What's in this?" she asked.
"Oh, just some new herbs I picked up at the market," Grams answered, knowing that even if Piper was the chef in the house, that she would not know the roots and whatnot in the potion she had slipped into the tea. "Why? Don't you like it?"
"Yeah, actually, I do. But it's making me tired," Piper said with a yawn.
"Well, why don't you finish your tea and then go to bed," Grams suggested. "I'll make sure the girls don't bother you while you sleep."
Nodding, Piper drank down the rest of her tea, gave a hug to Grams then turned to leave the kitchen. Holding out her hand, Grams called out, stopping Piper.
"Make sure that before you go to bed that you make a wish," she said.
"A wish?" asked Piper.
Grams smiled. "Well, you never know if it might come true."
Piper gave a half awakened nod, and then ascended the stairs to her room. She slipped out of her clothes and managed to put on her pajamas before she all but collapsed into bed. With another yawn, she drew her covers up to her shoulders and was about to fall asleep when she remembered what Grams had said.
Make a wish.
Lying on her back, Piper closed her eyes. "A wish. I wish that I were a somebody that had an exciting but normal life. And that I would have someone to love, someone who loved me. That's what I wish."
It was then that Piper took a deep breath and fell asleep, not knowing that as her Grams has said, her dreams just might come true.