This is the last chance for people to vote. Should Phoebe stay, or should she go? So far, the votes are telling me to let her stay. I hope you don't feel otherwise! NE ways. Read on.
"You just tickle the peach." George explained as they got to the picture of the fruit.
"The elves will give you anything you could want." Fred said.
"Oy! Fred! Lee's tarantula got some enlarging potion. It's huge. Come on! It's in the dungeons!" One of the twins' friends called.
"If you need any help, find us!" Fred said, running after the boy. George quickly followed.
"Thanks guys!" Prue called.
Phoebe reached up, and ticked the pear. The picture opened, and the three stepped into the sweltering kitchen. They were immediately bombarded with elves trying to give them food. Cole stood back, he hadn't been in contact in anything out of the ordinary. Well, out of the ordinary for an ex-demon, and the Charmed Ones. The only talking picture he had seen was the fruits.
"This place is really weird." Cole whispered to Phoebe.
"But it's cool." Phoebe said right back.
"Ok you guys, I got some good stuff. And I wanted provisions." Prue said, pointing to the table. "Can I get your help?"
"Why do you want so much food?"
"Honestly, because I want to take some of it home with me. So I asked Dobby here if he would give me some non-perishables." Prue said, handing stuff to Phoebe.
"Ok." Phoebe said.
"Thanks guys." Prue said.
"Lemon Drop." Prue said. The three entered the Visitarus Room with their arms full of food from the kitchen.
"What were those things?" Cole asked.
"House elves." Prue promptly answered.
"Excuse me?" Cole said.
"House elves. Kinda like slaves, only they enjoy their work, and don't want to be freed." Prue explained.
Cole looked over at Phoebe. "I did not know that." Phoebe said.
"Prue, how do you know all of that?" Cole asked.
"I've read the Harry Potter books too many times." Prue took a bite out of one of the pastries, and then sat back in the couch. "Actually, being here took out all of the fun of reading the books. I mean I can honestly say if the author got a line wrong because it wouldn't match up with personality of the kid. And she messed up a few of the facts about Voldemort."
"I honestly can say that I can't relate. I've never read the books, so I never knew them before I met them. And I love it here. I don't want to leave." Phoebe admitted. She had wanted to say that she didn't want to leave for a while, but never had the reason to.
"Really?" Cole asked, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry I almost wrenched you away from here early." He said.
"It's ok Baby. I still have until tomorrow." Phoebe leaned up, and kissed Cole.
"Good. Glad you could still enjoy it."
"Excuse me?" A voice said, echoing in the room. Prue, Phoebe, and Cole turned to look at the voice.
"Professor Dumbledore." Prue said, surprised to see him standing at the top of the stairs leading down to his office. "Can we help you with something?"
"Just needed to talk to you three. Is Piper still in the infirmary?" Dumbledore said.
"Yeah, Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let Leo out yet, and Piper is there with them." Prue explained.
"We can deliver the message." Phoebe offered.
"Well, now that I think about it, it isn't more for Piper."
"We're listening."
"When I announced last night that your classes were ending, several of the students groaned. Just last night, I considered a Wicca class, as just a normal class. Or the different magic's. Would one of you be interested in teaching it?"
"I'm sorry, but as much fun as it sounds, I have my magazine work." Prue said, turning down the offer.
"Phoebe, would you be interested?"
Phoebe bit her lip. She looked torn