"Good morning Piper. Coffee made yet?" Phoebe hoped as she ran through the living room into the kitchen.
"Yes--Not like you would hear my answer though!" Piper commented as she saw her sister run pass her. "What's your hurry?" Piper leaned back in her comfy sofa and wished she could be back in bed. Too bad, she thought. We three witches have a lot to do.
Phoebe ran back in the room and joined her sister on the couch, nursing a large cup of coffee. "Mmmm, I love this new brand. Is it a gourmet?"
"Of course!" Piper looked at her spoiled sister and giggled. "It's called decaffeinated."
"It's what! You know that I can't wake up in the morning without my caffeine."
"You look pretty awake to me."
"Shut up and get our old stuff out. If you think that I am mad you ought to wait until Prue gets up!"
Piper giggled some more.
"What's so funny?"
"She got up two hours ago, enjoyed her coffee just as much as you were a few minutes ago, and left. I guess I shouldn't have told you."
"Where was Prue going in such a rush this morning?"
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Still, she didn't care and wanted her old breakfast staple back.
"Don't know--something about a ticket for work. She didn't have much time to talk."
Phoebe was curious to what her oldest sister was up to, but there was still this situation about the coffee that she needed to deal with. As she opened her mouth to give Piper a piece of her mind the phone rang.
Phoebe jumped up and ran to the phone.
"Hello. Oh, hi. You're joking! This fast! I'll be there to ASAP! Thanks!"
The grin on Phoebe's face was so wide when she hung up that Piper knew something was going on.
"What's going on?" Piper bluntly began as her sister picked up her purse.
"I got to go to a friend's house. Bye."
Piper looked around the room as her sister slammed the front door. Friends? Boy, it's been a long time since I had time for one of those. Phoebe must not be as busy as she acts. Between work and school and our wonderful family legacy there isn't much time left in our lives. Lucky her!
* * *
Patty opened the front of the book. The first page she read was about Malinda Warren, the woman that her mother had been speaking about. It wasn't the first time that she had heard of this woman. Her mother had spent a lot of energy talking about the family history, of course leaving out the part about being witches.
She began to read the pages that laid in front of her. It was hard to believe that she was really a witch, but it sure explained some of the events that had happened in her youth.
She remembered once when she walked into the attic and her mom was seated around the low sitting table, the one that was still there, and there were candles everywhere. Her mom was talking in rhyme and their seemed to be wind all around her.
When Penny saw that her daughter was in the room, she stopped her activities, and did her best to explain what she was doing. "I just like reading my poetry in a soft and comforting setting," she told Patty. It didn't seem to comforting being knocked over by wind, but she knew better than to argue with her mother.
Patty looked back at the page that was in front of her and began to read.
Melinda Warren left England and arrived in America in 1654 with her two-year-old daughter, Cassandra. Her descendants include branches of the Grants, the Morgans, and the Marstons.
So I am really a witch. She remembered that one of her grandmother's last name was Mars ton.
Never forgetting her knowledge of witchcraft, Melinda Warren possessed three special power: The first, telekinesis, or moving objects using only the power of her mind. The second, clairvoyance, or the ability to see the future. The third power, to stop time.
I wonder how they decide which power each witch gets. I mean, why can I stop time, and not be able to see into the future, clairvoyance I think it is called?
Melinda Warren's powers were discovered when her lover, Hugh Montgomery, betrayed her to the townspeople. She was tried for witchcraft, found guilty, and sentenced to be burned at the stake - a sentence that was never given before.
The townspeople tied her to a stake in the center of the village. The executioner waved a flaming torch before her and asked if she had any last words. This is what she said
"You may kill me, but you cannot kill my kind. With each generation, the Warren witches will grow stronger and stronger - until, at last, three sisters will arrive. Together, these three sisters will be the Charmed Ones."
The executioner then touched his torch to the straw beneath Melinda's feet. She died horribly - but her power lives in every Warren witch's heart. It will be a joyous day when the Charmed Ones are begotten.
Wow! That is dedication. "Boy, that story must have affected me more than I thought, because I swear I smell something burning--hair and flesh actually.
Patty looked around the attic. In front of her a personage appeared. It's form was grotesque and it stench made her sick.
"Hello, my darling. I have been waiting for the day that I could meet the mother of my Charmed Ones."
"The mother of who?"
"Your children will be very powerful. Did you not know?"
"Who are--" finally Patty realized who she was talking to. She was standing in front of the woman who had made the prophecy, the prophecy of the salvation between good and evil.
"Why me?"
"It is time. You were born for this purpose, as was your mother, and her mother before."
"It is time for what."
"It is time to end the suffering that the other world causes. Don't be afraid. Your power will be great and your mother is very strong, and she will protect you and your children."
"But when will I--"
"Your children will come sooner than you think. Your husband has been chosen and you will meet him very soon. My time is up dear. Thank-you for all you will do."
The hovering entity left the room, and Patty stood alone again.
"I think I already have met him."
* * *
"Where's Phoebe at?" Prue asked as she came in the front door and saw that Piper was sitting on the couch.
"She left a while ago," Piper paused long enough to stick a chip in her mouth. "She said something about getting something from a friend."
"What?"
"Beats me. You know Phoebe."
Prue sure did know Phoebe and she got a great demonstration of Phoebeness in the kitchen. "I just can't believe that she was so preoccupied with Cole that she didn't even have the courtesy of going to her own room."
"Are you still on that?" Piper understood what Phoebe had done, though she didn't really approve. "When you have a love one who disappears for large amounts of time and you don't know when your going to have to say good-bye again - if your lucky enough to say good-bye - then you think that you have to use every moment that you are given."
"Are you saying that you have--"
"What I am saying is that I have thought about--"
"Piper I would have thought that you--"
"Hey! I am human!"
"And that gives you the right to--"
"That gives me the right to be loved! Now shut up!"
The two sisters looked at each other a few moments trying to find some subject that the two of them could agree upon. Finally Piper Spook up. "What's so important that you need to talk to Phoebe right now?"
"There is something going on, and we need to get to work on it now. I mean, Leo orbs in acting like the world is about to end and then he suddenly decides he can't tell us a thing. Then Phoebe acts the same way and when she starts to tell us she passes out. When she comes to she can't remember a thing. I don't know about you, but to me it sounds like someone is trying to keep something from us.
"Are you saying that Leo is in on this?"
"I don't know what is--"
"Take that back!" Piper yelled.
"It's just that in our line of work anything is possible.
The cut off and yelling session ended with the door flying open.
"Will you please stop using your karate kick to open the door? It's not like we can afford more repair on this house!" Prue ordered.
Phoebe looked at her sister. "Well, it isn't like I can open it with my mind." Prue knew what her sister was getting at. Prue often used her powers to open and close things around the house. Until recently Phoebe hadn't even had an active power, but now that she did she had a very hard time controlling it. Actually, she had no idea when she was going to suddenly become air born.
"Ever heard of your hands?" Piper added in on the attack of her little sister.
Phoebe realized that the two of them had a point. Lately it seemed like all of the extra money was being spent on repairing and replacing the expensive antique furniture. The problem had gotten to the point that Piper suggested getting replicas, but Phoebe knew that if Grams found out, she just wouldn't approve.
In hopes of changing the subject Phoebe hid the box that she had been holding at her side behind her back. "Guess what I picked up?"
Prue smiled. "An S.T.D.?" she teased thinking about what had happened in the kitchen earlier.
Piper glared at Prue. "I said that subject was closed!"
"Oh, talking behind my back now." Phoebe giggled. She knew that what had been seen wouldn't easily be forgotten, and it was fun teasing her sisters, since she didn't get to do it often. "Guess what I got."
"I don't know. What do you have?" Piper said correcting her sister's wonderful English skills.
"A doctor's coat!" She blurted out.
"Don't tell me your changing your major again!" Prue sighed. Phoebe had been in school forever, never making up her mind of what she was going to become.
"No, it's for Halloween."
"Phoebe, I hate to say it, but it's a few months until October. Actually it is half a year from Halloween."
"I know, but when I found out that this was available I just had to get it."
"How much?" Prue asked.
"What?"
"How much?" Piper joined in.
"What?" Phoebe repeated.
"How much did that stupid thing cost?" Prue finally spelt it out to her sister.
"Only $50," the youngest Halliwell declared as if she had just spent a quarter.
"For a Halloween costume! For someone without a job you sure can hand out the money." Prue and Piper were the only ones with jobs, but Phoebe sure acted like she had one.
"It's worth it! It even has my name on it." She showed the white coat to her sisters. Printed on the right hand shoulder in black embroidery was P. Halliwell M.D. It really did look authentic. "Besides, how much did you just spend on your new camera?"
"That's different. Photography is my profession."
"Technicalities!" Phoebe continued.
"You do know that impersonating a doctor is a serious crime. Don't you?" Piper asked.
"It's not like I am going to go to a hospital and try to treat patients. I just want to have something great for the P3 party. Now if each of you can get nurses costumes-the old ones--with the tight white fitted dresses--then we can go and--"
"And be your workers?" Prue started. "I don't think so. If anyone, and I mean anyone, is going to be the doctor it is going to be me."
"And what gives you the right to be the doctor?" Piper asked.
"Last time I checked I was the oldest sister!"
"Last time I checked I was the one who thought of this." Phoebe defended herself.
"Why are we fighting over something that isn't going to happen for a half year? And anyway if it we have a repeat of last year's wonderful events we won't even be here." Piper remembered how she was honored with first being hanged and then being a mid-wife for some long lost relative.
"Come on guys we need to get to work, on something that is going on now."
Piper and Phoebe looked at Prue. She was right. There was a lot to get done, and they needed to get started now.
"To the attic." Phoebe took the box that contained her Halloween costume and through it in the hall closet. She lifted up her leg to shut the door and suddenly realized that both her sisters were glaring at her. After the last conversation she had had, the last thing she needed was another lecture. Slowly she put her leg down and used her hand to gently close the door.
"Now was that so hard?" Piper asked jokingly to her sister. "Hopefully if you keep that skill we can save a few hundred dollars a month."
The three of them turned and started the familiar journey to the attic.
November 6, 2000
Dear Diary,
I never thought that I would see love someone so much. I don't even think that he knows it. Still, Cole is so cute, and so caring.
When I saw him standing up there, trying to prove the man was guilty I just knew that this man was for me. He wouldn't give up. When he thought something was unfair he told the judge just what he thought. To bad that got him in contempt of court a few times.
I think that he likes me, just by the way that he looks at me. At least I hope so.
Phoebe
"Yes--Not like you would hear my answer though!" Piper commented as she saw her sister run pass her. "What's your hurry?" Piper leaned back in her comfy sofa and wished she could be back in bed. Too bad, she thought. We three witches have a lot to do.
Phoebe ran back in the room and joined her sister on the couch, nursing a large cup of coffee. "Mmmm, I love this new brand. Is it a gourmet?"
"Of course!" Piper looked at her spoiled sister and giggled. "It's called decaffeinated."
"It's what! You know that I can't wake up in the morning without my caffeine."
"You look pretty awake to me."
"Shut up and get our old stuff out. If you think that I am mad you ought to wait until Prue gets up!"
Piper giggled some more.
"What's so funny?"
"She got up two hours ago, enjoyed her coffee just as much as you were a few minutes ago, and left. I guess I shouldn't have told you."
"Where was Prue going in such a rush this morning?"
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Still, she didn't care and wanted her old breakfast staple back.
"Don't know--something about a ticket for work. She didn't have much time to talk."
Phoebe was curious to what her oldest sister was up to, but there was still this situation about the coffee that she needed to deal with. As she opened her mouth to give Piper a piece of her mind the phone rang.
Phoebe jumped up and ran to the phone.
"Hello. Oh, hi. You're joking! This fast! I'll be there to ASAP! Thanks!"
The grin on Phoebe's face was so wide when she hung up that Piper knew something was going on.
"What's going on?" Piper bluntly began as her sister picked up her purse.
"I got to go to a friend's house. Bye."
Piper looked around the room as her sister slammed the front door. Friends? Boy, it's been a long time since I had time for one of those. Phoebe must not be as busy as she acts. Between work and school and our wonderful family legacy there isn't much time left in our lives. Lucky her!
* * *
Patty opened the front of the book. The first page she read was about Malinda Warren, the woman that her mother had been speaking about. It wasn't the first time that she had heard of this woman. Her mother had spent a lot of energy talking about the family history, of course leaving out the part about being witches.
She began to read the pages that laid in front of her. It was hard to believe that she was really a witch, but it sure explained some of the events that had happened in her youth.
She remembered once when she walked into the attic and her mom was seated around the low sitting table, the one that was still there, and there were candles everywhere. Her mom was talking in rhyme and their seemed to be wind all around her.
When Penny saw that her daughter was in the room, she stopped her activities, and did her best to explain what she was doing. "I just like reading my poetry in a soft and comforting setting," she told Patty. It didn't seem to comforting being knocked over by wind, but she knew better than to argue with her mother.
Patty looked back at the page that was in front of her and began to read.
Melinda Warren left England and arrived in America in 1654 with her two-year-old daughter, Cassandra. Her descendants include branches of the Grants, the Morgans, and the Marstons.
So I am really a witch. She remembered that one of her grandmother's last name was Mars ton.
Never forgetting her knowledge of witchcraft, Melinda Warren possessed three special power: The first, telekinesis, or moving objects using only the power of her mind. The second, clairvoyance, or the ability to see the future. The third power, to stop time.
I wonder how they decide which power each witch gets. I mean, why can I stop time, and not be able to see into the future, clairvoyance I think it is called?
Melinda Warren's powers were discovered when her lover, Hugh Montgomery, betrayed her to the townspeople. She was tried for witchcraft, found guilty, and sentenced to be burned at the stake - a sentence that was never given before.
The townspeople tied her to a stake in the center of the village. The executioner waved a flaming torch before her and asked if she had any last words. This is what she said
"You may kill me, but you cannot kill my kind. With each generation, the Warren witches will grow stronger and stronger - until, at last, three sisters will arrive. Together, these three sisters will be the Charmed Ones."
The executioner then touched his torch to the straw beneath Melinda's feet. She died horribly - but her power lives in every Warren witch's heart. It will be a joyous day when the Charmed Ones are begotten.
Wow! That is dedication. "Boy, that story must have affected me more than I thought, because I swear I smell something burning--hair and flesh actually.
Patty looked around the attic. In front of her a personage appeared. It's form was grotesque and it stench made her sick.
"Hello, my darling. I have been waiting for the day that I could meet the mother of my Charmed Ones."
"The mother of who?"
"Your children will be very powerful. Did you not know?"
"Who are--" finally Patty realized who she was talking to. She was standing in front of the woman who had made the prophecy, the prophecy of the salvation between good and evil.
"Why me?"
"It is time. You were born for this purpose, as was your mother, and her mother before."
"It is time for what."
"It is time to end the suffering that the other world causes. Don't be afraid. Your power will be great and your mother is very strong, and she will protect you and your children."
"But when will I--"
"Your children will come sooner than you think. Your husband has been chosen and you will meet him very soon. My time is up dear. Thank-you for all you will do."
The hovering entity left the room, and Patty stood alone again.
"I think I already have met him."
* * *
"Where's Phoebe at?" Prue asked as she came in the front door and saw that Piper was sitting on the couch.
"She left a while ago," Piper paused long enough to stick a chip in her mouth. "She said something about getting something from a friend."
"What?"
"Beats me. You know Phoebe."
Prue sure did know Phoebe and she got a great demonstration of Phoebeness in the kitchen. "I just can't believe that she was so preoccupied with Cole that she didn't even have the courtesy of going to her own room."
"Are you still on that?" Piper understood what Phoebe had done, though she didn't really approve. "When you have a love one who disappears for large amounts of time and you don't know when your going to have to say good-bye again - if your lucky enough to say good-bye - then you think that you have to use every moment that you are given."
"Are you saying that you have--"
"What I am saying is that I have thought about--"
"Piper I would have thought that you--"
"Hey! I am human!"
"And that gives you the right to--"
"That gives me the right to be loved! Now shut up!"
The two sisters looked at each other a few moments trying to find some subject that the two of them could agree upon. Finally Piper Spook up. "What's so important that you need to talk to Phoebe right now?"
"There is something going on, and we need to get to work on it now. I mean, Leo orbs in acting like the world is about to end and then he suddenly decides he can't tell us a thing. Then Phoebe acts the same way and when she starts to tell us she passes out. When she comes to she can't remember a thing. I don't know about you, but to me it sounds like someone is trying to keep something from us.
"Are you saying that Leo is in on this?"
"I don't know what is--"
"Take that back!" Piper yelled.
"It's just that in our line of work anything is possible.
The cut off and yelling session ended with the door flying open.
"Will you please stop using your karate kick to open the door? It's not like we can afford more repair on this house!" Prue ordered.
Phoebe looked at her sister. "Well, it isn't like I can open it with my mind." Prue knew what her sister was getting at. Prue often used her powers to open and close things around the house. Until recently Phoebe hadn't even had an active power, but now that she did she had a very hard time controlling it. Actually, she had no idea when she was going to suddenly become air born.
"Ever heard of your hands?" Piper added in on the attack of her little sister.
Phoebe realized that the two of them had a point. Lately it seemed like all of the extra money was being spent on repairing and replacing the expensive antique furniture. The problem had gotten to the point that Piper suggested getting replicas, but Phoebe knew that if Grams found out, she just wouldn't approve.
In hopes of changing the subject Phoebe hid the box that she had been holding at her side behind her back. "Guess what I picked up?"
Prue smiled. "An S.T.D.?" she teased thinking about what had happened in the kitchen earlier.
Piper glared at Prue. "I said that subject was closed!"
"Oh, talking behind my back now." Phoebe giggled. She knew that what had been seen wouldn't easily be forgotten, and it was fun teasing her sisters, since she didn't get to do it often. "Guess what I got."
"I don't know. What do you have?" Piper said correcting her sister's wonderful English skills.
"A doctor's coat!" She blurted out.
"Don't tell me your changing your major again!" Prue sighed. Phoebe had been in school forever, never making up her mind of what she was going to become.
"No, it's for Halloween."
"Phoebe, I hate to say it, but it's a few months until October. Actually it is half a year from Halloween."
"I know, but when I found out that this was available I just had to get it."
"How much?" Prue asked.
"What?"
"How much?" Piper joined in.
"What?" Phoebe repeated.
"How much did that stupid thing cost?" Prue finally spelt it out to her sister.
"Only $50," the youngest Halliwell declared as if she had just spent a quarter.
"For a Halloween costume! For someone without a job you sure can hand out the money." Prue and Piper were the only ones with jobs, but Phoebe sure acted like she had one.
"It's worth it! It even has my name on it." She showed the white coat to her sisters. Printed on the right hand shoulder in black embroidery was P. Halliwell M.D. It really did look authentic. "Besides, how much did you just spend on your new camera?"
"That's different. Photography is my profession."
"Technicalities!" Phoebe continued.
"You do know that impersonating a doctor is a serious crime. Don't you?" Piper asked.
"It's not like I am going to go to a hospital and try to treat patients. I just want to have something great for the P3 party. Now if each of you can get nurses costumes-the old ones--with the tight white fitted dresses--then we can go and--"
"And be your workers?" Prue started. "I don't think so. If anyone, and I mean anyone, is going to be the doctor it is going to be me."
"And what gives you the right to be the doctor?" Piper asked.
"Last time I checked I was the oldest sister!"
"Last time I checked I was the one who thought of this." Phoebe defended herself.
"Why are we fighting over something that isn't going to happen for a half year? And anyway if it we have a repeat of last year's wonderful events we won't even be here." Piper remembered how she was honored with first being hanged and then being a mid-wife for some long lost relative.
"Come on guys we need to get to work, on something that is going on now."
Piper and Phoebe looked at Prue. She was right. There was a lot to get done, and they needed to get started now.
"To the attic." Phoebe took the box that contained her Halloween costume and through it in the hall closet. She lifted up her leg to shut the door and suddenly realized that both her sisters were glaring at her. After the last conversation she had had, the last thing she needed was another lecture. Slowly she put her leg down and used her hand to gently close the door.
"Now was that so hard?" Piper asked jokingly to her sister. "Hopefully if you keep that skill we can save a few hundred dollars a month."
The three of them turned and started the familiar journey to the attic.
November 6, 2000
Dear Diary,
I never thought that I would see love someone so much. I don't even think that he knows it. Still, Cole is so cute, and so caring.
When I saw him standing up there, trying to prove the man was guilty I just knew that this man was for me. He wouldn't give up. When he thought something was unfair he told the judge just what he thought. To bad that got him in contempt of court a few times.
I think that he likes me, just by the way that he looks at me. At least I hope so.
Phoebe
