FOUR
"Let me take a look at my niece," said Prue, after she and Piper
had composed themselves. "You've become quite a woman, I see. And
very much like your mother."
"Not to mention her Aunt Prue," said Piper. "She has your force
of will. And your stubbornness."
"A Halliwell trait," said Prue. "Phoebe can be just as stubborn
as either of us."
"Then it's all true?" asked Heather. "The magic, fighting
demons, all those stories I heard growing up. You really are the
Charmed Ones?"
"Very much so," said Prue.
"Okay," said Heather, "if you're all witches, shouldn't I be a
witch, too? Aunt Phoebe once told me that the trait is passed down
through the females in the line. Why don't I have any powers like you
do?"
"Because I bound your powers when you were little," said Piper.
"I didn't want you to have to fight demons like we did."
"Grams did the same thing to us," said Prue.
"I guess I can understand that," said Heather. "I guess if I
was in your place, I would have done the same thing. Still, it might
be nice to be able to do some of the things you used to do when you
were younger."
"Well," said Prue to Piper, "she's old enough now. What about
an unbinding potion? She has the right to make the choice for
herself."
Piper walked over to a cabinet in the living room. She removed
a small vial, and then returned to her seat.
"I always believed this day would come," said Piper. "This is
an unbinding potion, Heather. All you have to do is drink it. Your
powers should begin to manifest themselves almost immediately."
She handed the vial to Heather.
"I can tell you what one of your powers will be," said Piper.
"When you were five, you started moving things with your mind. That's
when I decided to bind your powers. So that you would have a normal
childhood. Well, as normal as possible, anyway."
"I agues she takes a little after me," said Prue. "Just be
careful what you say after you dink that, Heather. Whenever you
rhyme, what you say might just happen."
"Cool," said Heather, smiling.
"Honey," said Piper, putting her arm around her daughter, "you
and I are going to have to have a long talk. About Wicca
responsibilities."
"I'd listen to her if I was you," said Prue. "You can learn a
lot from your mother."
"I've always listened to her," said Heather.
"Prue," said Piper, "what happened? After you left the manor?
You mentioned something about a warlock."
"Well," began Prue, "as you may remember, I decided to go for a
ride. To cool off after our argument. On my way home, I noticed a
man following this woman."
"Let me take a look at my niece," said Prue, after she and Piper
had composed themselves. "You've become quite a woman, I see. And
very much like your mother."
"Not to mention her Aunt Prue," said Piper. "She has your force
of will. And your stubbornness."
"A Halliwell trait," said Prue. "Phoebe can be just as stubborn
as either of us."
"Then it's all true?" asked Heather. "The magic, fighting
demons, all those stories I heard growing up. You really are the
Charmed Ones?"
"Very much so," said Prue.
"Okay," said Heather, "if you're all witches, shouldn't I be a
witch, too? Aunt Phoebe once told me that the trait is passed down
through the females in the line. Why don't I have any powers like you
do?"
"Because I bound your powers when you were little," said Piper.
"I didn't want you to have to fight demons like we did."
"Grams did the same thing to us," said Prue.
"I guess I can understand that," said Heather. "I guess if I
was in your place, I would have done the same thing. Still, it might
be nice to be able to do some of the things you used to do when you
were younger."
"Well," said Prue to Piper, "she's old enough now. What about
an unbinding potion? She has the right to make the choice for
herself."
Piper walked over to a cabinet in the living room. She removed
a small vial, and then returned to her seat.
"I always believed this day would come," said Piper. "This is
an unbinding potion, Heather. All you have to do is drink it. Your
powers should begin to manifest themselves almost immediately."
She handed the vial to Heather.
"I can tell you what one of your powers will be," said Piper.
"When you were five, you started moving things with your mind. That's
when I decided to bind your powers. So that you would have a normal
childhood. Well, as normal as possible, anyway."
"I agues she takes a little after me," said Prue. "Just be
careful what you say after you dink that, Heather. Whenever you
rhyme, what you say might just happen."
"Cool," said Heather, smiling.
"Honey," said Piper, putting her arm around her daughter, "you
and I are going to have to have a long talk. About Wicca
responsibilities."
"I'd listen to her if I was you," said Prue. "You can learn a
lot from your mother."
"I've always listened to her," said Heather.
"Prue," said Piper, "what happened? After you left the manor?
You mentioned something about a warlock."
"Well," began Prue, "as you may remember, I decided to go for a
ride. To cool off after our argument. On my way home, I noticed a
man following this woman."