Disclaimer: I do not own the series 'Charmed' (unfortunately). The
characters I own are the ones you haven't heard of. This was set for when
Prue was still alive.
Chapter 4
The page was titled: Reflective Personalities
There is such a warlock known as a switch demon.
He possesses a reflecting object and if any witch or whitelighter is to look in it, they should become soldiers of the dark. There is nowhere on
Earth's ground where this can be reversed. The solution is between the physical and the astral plane.
Both Piper and Phoebe were completely baffled. Piper looked at her sister.
"The Book of Shadows isn't known to be explicit."
"Unfortunately…" Phoebe sighed, "How are we gonna figure this one out? It's a doozy."
* * * * * *
Prue stepped out of her car and looked at her watch. 1:57. Just on time. Prue walked into Bucklands Auction House and went to the reception. Last she heard, Claire Price had taken over the auction house again. The receptionist looked up and peered at Prue through her wide rimmed spectacles.
"Errrm… Prue Halliwell- photographer from 415 magazine."
"Sure you are Honey." The receptionist replied sarcastically.
"No, really, I have an appointment at 2 'o' clock." Prue protested.
"We all do Honey." She replied sarcastically. Prue frowned.
"I have an appointment here missy!" Prue snapped, "and I even have an I.D. and a contract to prove it! Let me in." The receptionist smiled sourly,
"You need an appointment to get in, Honey." Prue scowled at the receptionist,
"Look, I will say this again slowly." Prue narrowed her eyes, "I… have… an… appointment…with… Claire… Price… and… the… other…auctioneers!" Prue was trying hard not to get aggravated by this idiotic woman.
"You… will… need… an… appointment… Honey." The receptionist replied. Prue could tell that the receptionist was just trying to irritate her- it was working.
I don't have time for this! Who hired that woman? Prue thought and stormed over to the photo room. The auctioneers were already there, along with some guy who was settling them down. Wait a second, Prue thought, he looks awfully familiar… then a moment of terrible recognition hit her like a bullet in the face, ROGER! Roger was Prue's fiancé until he made a move on Phoebe. He was also Prue's ex-employer from three years ago because he stole a project from Prue, which made her quit no question. Now he was back. What in the world was he doing at the auction house?
"Ah! I see the photographer is here." Prue turned around. Another familiar face! Jack Sheridan. Ex-boyfriend and ex co-worker. "Prue!" Jack exclaimed.
"Jack!" Prue was just as surprised. Prue hugged him and cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Sorry," she apologised, "I don't know where that came from."
"It's alright." Jack smiled, "I was gonna hug you anyway." He hugged her back.
"Where's that blasted photographer?" Roger boomed, "415 sure sent an inefficient idiot!" Prue glared at him and stood behind him,
"Whom are you calling an inefficient idiot, Roger?" Prue demanded. Roger turned round, surprised and panicked. Prue wanted to take a photo of his face there and then.
"Prue! You're the photographer?" He asked.
"Yes. Where is Claire-"
"-Price?" He finished for her, the smug look returning to his face, "She no longer works here. I run the show here now." Prue glared at him once more.
"Errrm…" Jack interrupted, "Sorry to butt in but am I missing something?"
"Yes," Prue replied sharply, "I'd like to say that this man is a power hungry pig!"
"I… still think I missed something." Jack replied, still baffled. It was cute.
"Prue worked for me three years ago," Roger explained, "She gave me a project at the museum that she had started and then she regretted it." Prue was half tempted to telekinetically throw him across the room for that lie he just told.
"Excuse me!" She shouted, "I think- I know you mean that you stole a project that I worked my butt off for and took credit for it as well! And when we were engaged-" Jack interrupted again, surprised,
"You two were engaged!?!"
"Yes." Prue replied, "He attempted to 'ask out' Phoebe and told me that she came onto him." She used air quotes to illustrate her point. Roger tried to look innocent,
"Now Prue, that's just ludicrous!" Prue was really steamed now. Without thinking, she lifted her foot and stamped hard on his using her sharp heel.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhhhh!" Roger shouted in pain. He hopped off, holding his sore foot. Prue suddenly smiled victoriously. Jack glanced at her,
"Wow! I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side- ouch."
* * * * * *
Natalie unwrapped the black package, given to her by the demons, and read the spell on the papyrus she held. The object glowed red to specify the spell was complete. She put the object on her desk and headed over to Prue.
"Ms. Halliwell, I presume?" she asked Prue. Prue turned to face Natalie.
"Yes I am," she replied, "Where do I start the shoot?" Natalie led Prue to the photo room where all the auctioneers were waiting. "Here we go!" Prue announced. After the shoot, she was exhausted. How many photos had she taken? About 50 or 60 of them? She still had to develop the photos at 415.
Natalie noticed how tired Prue was and saw her chance. She wrapped up the object and it was ready to give to Prue. Prue turned round to face Natalie.
"Ms. Halliwell?" Natalie said, "I am deeply impressed with your work and despite you stomped on one of our employees, I'm giving you this as a reward." Prue accepted the parcel gratefully but before she could thank her, her cell rang.
"Hello?" it was Piper, "Prue, is your photo thing done?"
"Sort of Piper," Prue replied. Natalie nodded, implying it was done, "Yes Piper, it is finished."
"Good," sighed Piper, "we have a problem and you need to get to P3 now. I'll explain when you get here. Hurry- it's an emergency!"
"Ok, Piper, I'll be there." Prue hung up, "Thank you for the gift and the job," she said to Natalie and shook her hand, "I've gotta go. Nice meeting you." Prue headed to her sisters club.
Chapter 4
The page was titled: Reflective Personalities
There is such a warlock known as a switch demon.
He possesses a reflecting object and if any witch or whitelighter is to look in it, they should become soldiers of the dark. There is nowhere on
Earth's ground where this can be reversed. The solution is between the physical and the astral plane.
Both Piper and Phoebe were completely baffled. Piper looked at her sister.
"The Book of Shadows isn't known to be explicit."
"Unfortunately…" Phoebe sighed, "How are we gonna figure this one out? It's a doozy."
* * * * * *
Prue stepped out of her car and looked at her watch. 1:57. Just on time. Prue walked into Bucklands Auction House and went to the reception. Last she heard, Claire Price had taken over the auction house again. The receptionist looked up and peered at Prue through her wide rimmed spectacles.
"Errrm… Prue Halliwell- photographer from 415 magazine."
"Sure you are Honey." The receptionist replied sarcastically.
"No, really, I have an appointment at 2 'o' clock." Prue protested.
"We all do Honey." She replied sarcastically. Prue frowned.
"I have an appointment here missy!" Prue snapped, "and I even have an I.D. and a contract to prove it! Let me in." The receptionist smiled sourly,
"You need an appointment to get in, Honey." Prue scowled at the receptionist,
"Look, I will say this again slowly." Prue narrowed her eyes, "I… have… an… appointment…with… Claire… Price… and… the… other…auctioneers!" Prue was trying hard not to get aggravated by this idiotic woman.
"You… will… need… an… appointment… Honey." The receptionist replied. Prue could tell that the receptionist was just trying to irritate her- it was working.
I don't have time for this! Who hired that woman? Prue thought and stormed over to the photo room. The auctioneers were already there, along with some guy who was settling them down. Wait a second, Prue thought, he looks awfully familiar… then a moment of terrible recognition hit her like a bullet in the face, ROGER! Roger was Prue's fiancé until he made a move on Phoebe. He was also Prue's ex-employer from three years ago because he stole a project from Prue, which made her quit no question. Now he was back. What in the world was he doing at the auction house?
"Ah! I see the photographer is here." Prue turned around. Another familiar face! Jack Sheridan. Ex-boyfriend and ex co-worker. "Prue!" Jack exclaimed.
"Jack!" Prue was just as surprised. Prue hugged him and cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Sorry," she apologised, "I don't know where that came from."
"It's alright." Jack smiled, "I was gonna hug you anyway." He hugged her back.
"Where's that blasted photographer?" Roger boomed, "415 sure sent an inefficient idiot!" Prue glared at him and stood behind him,
"Whom are you calling an inefficient idiot, Roger?" Prue demanded. Roger turned round, surprised and panicked. Prue wanted to take a photo of his face there and then.
"Prue! You're the photographer?" He asked.
"Yes. Where is Claire-"
"-Price?" He finished for her, the smug look returning to his face, "She no longer works here. I run the show here now." Prue glared at him once more.
"Errrm…" Jack interrupted, "Sorry to butt in but am I missing something?"
"Yes," Prue replied sharply, "I'd like to say that this man is a power hungry pig!"
"I… still think I missed something." Jack replied, still baffled. It was cute.
"Prue worked for me three years ago," Roger explained, "She gave me a project at the museum that she had started and then she regretted it." Prue was half tempted to telekinetically throw him across the room for that lie he just told.
"Excuse me!" She shouted, "I think- I know you mean that you stole a project that I worked my butt off for and took credit for it as well! And when we were engaged-" Jack interrupted again, surprised,
"You two were engaged!?!"
"Yes." Prue replied, "He attempted to 'ask out' Phoebe and told me that she came onto him." She used air quotes to illustrate her point. Roger tried to look innocent,
"Now Prue, that's just ludicrous!" Prue was really steamed now. Without thinking, she lifted her foot and stamped hard on his using her sharp heel.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhhhh!" Roger shouted in pain. He hopped off, holding his sore foot. Prue suddenly smiled victoriously. Jack glanced at her,
"Wow! I'm glad I didn't get on your bad side- ouch."
* * * * * *
Natalie unwrapped the black package, given to her by the demons, and read the spell on the papyrus she held. The object glowed red to specify the spell was complete. She put the object on her desk and headed over to Prue.
"Ms. Halliwell, I presume?" she asked Prue. Prue turned to face Natalie.
"Yes I am," she replied, "Where do I start the shoot?" Natalie led Prue to the photo room where all the auctioneers were waiting. "Here we go!" Prue announced. After the shoot, she was exhausted. How many photos had she taken? About 50 or 60 of them? She still had to develop the photos at 415.
Natalie noticed how tired Prue was and saw her chance. She wrapped up the object and it was ready to give to Prue. Prue turned round to face Natalie.
"Ms. Halliwell?" Natalie said, "I am deeply impressed with your work and despite you stomped on one of our employees, I'm giving you this as a reward." Prue accepted the parcel gratefully but before she could thank her, her cell rang.
"Hello?" it was Piper, "Prue, is your photo thing done?"
"Sort of Piper," Prue replied. Natalie nodded, implying it was done, "Yes Piper, it is finished."
"Good," sighed Piper, "we have a problem and you need to get to P3 now. I'll explain when you get here. Hurry- it's an emergency!"
"Ok, Piper, I'll be there." Prue hung up, "Thank you for the gift and the job," she said to Natalie and shook her hand, "I've gotta go. Nice meeting you." Prue headed to her sisters club.