Portia returned to her sisters' house the next day, as promised, eager to find out
what their surprise was. Prue greeted her at the door, and led her up to the attic, where
Piper and Phoebe were waiting. Piper was holding a large, leather-bound book.
"Hey," she said, "come here." Portia sat down next to her. "This," Piper handed
her the book, "is our Book of Shadows. Our magic book. Go ahead, look through it."
"Wow," Portia breathed, looking at the pictures and spells, "Do you guys really
fight these things? I mean, like on a regular basis?"
Phoebe nodded. "And now, so do you."
"You wanna cast your first spell?" Prue asked, already placing candles in a circle
on the floor. Portia looked up at her, doubtful. Prue nodded. "It's OK." she assured her.
"Come light these candles."
Portia handed the book back to Piper, who began flipping through it. Cautiously,
she stepped over to the candles. She picked one up, and, after glancing back at Prue, who
again nodded reassuringly, she concentrated on it until a tiny flame grew on the wick. She
did this with each of the other candles. When they were all lit, Piper got up and placed the
BoS back on its stand, and the four sisters stood around it.
"Say the spell with us, sweetie." Phoebe instructed. They began chanting the spell
to summon a ghost. This time, it was Patty who appeared first.
Portia somehow recognized her immedeately, although she'd only ever seen one
picture of her. "Mom?!?"
Patty corporealized and ran over to hug her youngest daughter. "I can't believe
I'm finally seeing the four of you together." She pulled away and looked at Portia. "Your
father told you why we had to... had to seperate you, didn't he?"
She nodded. "He told me everything. There are still a few things I don't
understand, but-" she was cut short by a crash, coming from downstairs. The five witches
ran to investigate.
When they got downstairs, they were met by two warlocks.
"Damn it, not again!" Piper exclaimed, frustrated.
"He never said there would be this many." one warlock complained, just before
Prue threw him into a wall.
"Who?" Prue asked. The warlock stood up. He looked at her defiantly and said
nothing. "WHO?!?!" she demanded again, and showing her usual intolerance for this kind
of bullshit, threw him back into the wall, twice as hard as before. While Patty and her
daughters were distracted, the second warlock siezed the opportunity to attack Portia, the
most powerful and the most vulnerable witch. Piper pulled her out of the way just in time,
and Prue sent Warlock #2 crashing into the coffee table.
"OK, now I'm really pissed." Piper said to him. "First, you break into our house,
then, you attack my sister - my *baby sister*, no less - then, you break our table, which is
the third one this month, and now," she paused, and with a flick of her wrist, blew up a
mug someone had left on the end table, "you made me blow up one of the last good mugs
we had left." She calmed down a bit, then said, "Although, that did a lot to relieve stress.
And if blowing up a little mug felt that good, I wonder what it would feel like to blow up
a whole warlock, or better, two." She paused again, for effect. "Now, do you at least want
to tell me his name.
The second warlock caved when he saw Piper lift her arm. "Mal." he said, his voice
shaking, and both warlocks blinked out.
what their surprise was. Prue greeted her at the door, and led her up to the attic, where
Piper and Phoebe were waiting. Piper was holding a large, leather-bound book.
"Hey," she said, "come here." Portia sat down next to her. "This," Piper handed
her the book, "is our Book of Shadows. Our magic book. Go ahead, look through it."
"Wow," Portia breathed, looking at the pictures and spells, "Do you guys really
fight these things? I mean, like on a regular basis?"
Phoebe nodded. "And now, so do you."
"You wanna cast your first spell?" Prue asked, already placing candles in a circle
on the floor. Portia looked up at her, doubtful. Prue nodded. "It's OK." she assured her.
"Come light these candles."
Portia handed the book back to Piper, who began flipping through it. Cautiously,
she stepped over to the candles. She picked one up, and, after glancing back at Prue, who
again nodded reassuringly, she concentrated on it until a tiny flame grew on the wick. She
did this with each of the other candles. When they were all lit, Piper got up and placed the
BoS back on its stand, and the four sisters stood around it.
"Say the spell with us, sweetie." Phoebe instructed. They began chanting the spell
to summon a ghost. This time, it was Patty who appeared first.
Portia somehow recognized her immedeately, although she'd only ever seen one
picture of her. "Mom?!?"
Patty corporealized and ran over to hug her youngest daughter. "I can't believe
I'm finally seeing the four of you together." She pulled away and looked at Portia. "Your
father told you why we had to... had to seperate you, didn't he?"
She nodded. "He told me everything. There are still a few things I don't
understand, but-" she was cut short by a crash, coming from downstairs. The five witches
ran to investigate.
When they got downstairs, they were met by two warlocks.
"Damn it, not again!" Piper exclaimed, frustrated.
"He never said there would be this many." one warlock complained, just before
Prue threw him into a wall.
"Who?" Prue asked. The warlock stood up. He looked at her defiantly and said
nothing. "WHO?!?!" she demanded again, and showing her usual intolerance for this kind
of bullshit, threw him back into the wall, twice as hard as before. While Patty and her
daughters were distracted, the second warlock siezed the opportunity to attack Portia, the
most powerful and the most vulnerable witch. Piper pulled her out of the way just in time,
and Prue sent Warlock #2 crashing into the coffee table.
"OK, now I'm really pissed." Piper said to him. "First, you break into our house,
then, you attack my sister - my *baby sister*, no less - then, you break our table, which is
the third one this month, and now," she paused, and with a flick of her wrist, blew up a
mug someone had left on the end table, "you made me blow up one of the last good mugs
we had left." She calmed down a bit, then said, "Although, that did a lot to relieve stress.
And if blowing up a little mug felt that good, I wonder what it would feel like to blow up
a whole warlock, or better, two." She paused again, for effect. "Now, do you at least want
to tell me his name.
The second warlock caved when he saw Piper lift her arm. "Mal." he said, his voice
shaking, and both warlocks blinked out.
