Chapter Two
Wrong Results
Piper Halliwell frowned when she entered the large manor that she shared with her sisters, husband and son, glaring at the piles of laundry on the floor. So much for intrusting Paige with clothes duty, unless this was her idea of getting things done, which didn't matter because it wasn't Piper's. "Paige! Where are you?" She called, her voice echoing through the large house.
Her baby half sister appeared at the foot of the stairs, a broad smile across her face. Without a word, she spun around once, still grinning at her sister; Piper regarded her closely, raising an eyebrow, trying to figure out what had gotten into her sister. "Okay, what's different?" She asked finally, slightly afraid to find out.
Paige frowned, walking down the stairs and joining her sister in the living room. "Look, a new outfit, what do you think?" She asked, spinning again, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor.
"What to know what I'm thinking? Where'd the money come from?" Piper told her, shaking her head and scooping up the clothes, dropping them back into the basket.
Paige wagged her finger at Piper, smiling. "Not money, my dear sister, we'll never have to worry about money when it comes to clothes again." She said.
Piper frowned, chewing on her bottom lip. "You used magick to get new clothes? Paige, that is personal gain, you can't do that!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest.
"But, it's not really personal gain when you think about it because we really do need clothes." Paige explained, brightening when an idea dawned on her. "We need clothes to fight evil."
Piper, however, wasn't convinced. "It is personal gain, Paige, there could be consequences; when you use magick the wrong way, it comes back three fold." Her sister said cryptically, shaking her head.
The strawberry blonde frowned, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "What harm can cause from one new outfit? Besides, Phoebe will agree that I've done something good." She said defensively.
Her sister sighed, throwing up her hands in defeat, too exhausted to argue with her; maybe Paige was right and nothing bad would come from using magick to gain an outfit, but that didn't make it right. Either way, it was her doing and all Piper wanted to was take a nap. "Whatever Paige, I'm going upstairs to take a nap while Leo has the baby." She mumbled, pushing past her sister and headed upstairs.
Paige shrugged, glanced down once more at her new outfit and, with a smile on her face, sat down on the couch to start on the laundry.
Piper yawned, wondering when she had gotten so tired; was motherhood this tiring for people who weren't Charmed Ones and owners of hip nightclubs? The witch didn't think so. She walked past Phoebe's room and Paige's, glancing inside, an old habit. What she saw made her stop in her tracks, trying to figure out exactly what would be the correct way to handle this new mess.
"Paige, I think you'd better come up here!" Piper commanded, feeling anger begin to thread its way in her veins.
Her half sister was at her side within seconds. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking into her room as well. Paige found that she didn't need Piper to answer that question, for she could see for herself. Piles of clothes of all kinds lay heaped around the bottom of her dresser, and more were flowing out of the drawers and closet. "Whoa." She mumbled.
Piper looked over at her sister. "Whoa? Whoa is right and yet, not a strong enough word!" She exclaimed, rushing into the room, stepping over the piles of outfits. "This is what I'm talking about Paige, this is the back firing thing!"
Paige joined her in the room, scanning the four walls, as well as the floor, picking up tops and pants that caught her attention, admiring them. "Where are they all coming from? Those sprits have very good taste." She said, approvingly.
"You're not listening to what I'm saying!" Piper exclaimed, throwing a shirt at her sister's face to get her attention. "What are we going to do with all these clothes; we have to stop this spell before something worse comes from it."
The blonde frowned, hugging the clothes tightly. "We don't have to do that." She insisted. "Besides, I wrote the spell myself, so I'd have to reverse it and I don't want to." She declared triumphantly.
Piper glared at her, uncomprehending, surprised at what her sister was saying. True, Paige was still a relatively new witch but she should know the basic laws of magick by now. She opened her mouth to scold the younger witch but before she could muster the words, the room was filled with blue glowing light and from the light, Leo emerged, holding Wyatt. "Hey Piper, Paige." He greeted with a smile. The smile soon disappeared when he saw the look on his wife's face. "What's wrong?"
Piper pointed an accusing finger at Paige, who glared at her. "Paige has been using magick for personal gain, look at all this!" She waved her arms around the room, motioning to the heaps of clothes.
Leo glanced around, eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, that's a lot of clothes." He mumbled, a true man in his words. Wyatt cooed, a smile spreading across his baby face, as though he truly understood what was happening.
Paige nodded approvingly. "It is, isn't it?" She smiled, dropping the clothes on the floor in favor of admiring other garments, still unable to figure out where they were all coming from. "The spell worked better than I hoped."
Piper sighed, taking her child from her husband, shaking her head. "Aunty Paige doesn't know what she's doing," She whispered to her baby, who blinked up at her, "this could turn out to be a very bad thing." She raised her voice, glaring at her sister.
"Piper's right, using magick for personal gain might seem like a good idea but it's really not, you don't know what could happen." Leo agreed, looking at Paige and waiting to hear what she had to say.
The witch didn't answer at first, sorting through the outfits on her bed, placing the shirts and pants in different piles. "It's not like I used magick to win the lottery or something; nothing bad is going to happen just because my room is over flowing with clothes." She said finally, her back still to her sister and brother-in-law.
Leo and Piper glanced at each other, seemingly at a loss, unable to think of something to say to Paige that would convince her that she had done something wrong and the spell needed to be reversed.
From downstairs, the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut echoed through the house as Phoebe Halliwell made her entrance. "Hello, anybody here?" She called.
"Up here." Piper answered, looking over at Leo. "Maybe Phoebe can help."
Leo shook his head. "I...wouldn't count on it." He mumbled, and his wife had to agree, knowing that Phoebe was the wrong person to ask for help when it came to clothes, unless you were trying to decide which outfit to wear for what occasion.
The middle Halliwell sister entered the room, her eyes growing wide as she looked around. "What happened in here? It looks like Bloomingdale's exploded." She remarked.
"That would be Paige's doing, she used magick for personal gain." Piper explained, handing over her son to his aunt, who scooped him up and kissed his round, baby cheeks.
"Well, this is a sort of good personal gain, don't you think?" Phoebe asked. "I mean, we'll never have to spend money on clothes again, so we can use that money on more important things, like a college fund for Wyatt." She pointed out, picking up one of the tops off the ground.
"See, that's what I've been trying to tell them." Paige said, smiling at her older sister. "At least someone's on my side."
Leo sighed, holding his hands up. "Wait, okay, no one's taking sides on anything. This might seem like a good thing now, but that doesn't mean it'll be a good thing forever. Let's just reverse the spell and then you can get some new clothes the old fashioned way." He said, ever the peace keeper.
"What could be bad about this?" Phoebe asked, smiling at Wyatt when he giggled. "Aside from the fact that Paige might not have anywhere to sleep by nightfall."
Paige smiled, looking at her bed, now piled with new outfits, gazing at it like it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. "That's not a problem, I can just sleep on my brand new clothes!" And with that, she leapt onto her bed, a large smile on her face.
Wrong Results
Piper Halliwell frowned when she entered the large manor that she shared with her sisters, husband and son, glaring at the piles of laundry on the floor. So much for intrusting Paige with clothes duty, unless this was her idea of getting things done, which didn't matter because it wasn't Piper's. "Paige! Where are you?" She called, her voice echoing through the large house.
Her baby half sister appeared at the foot of the stairs, a broad smile across her face. Without a word, she spun around once, still grinning at her sister; Piper regarded her closely, raising an eyebrow, trying to figure out what had gotten into her sister. "Okay, what's different?" She asked finally, slightly afraid to find out.
Paige frowned, walking down the stairs and joining her sister in the living room. "Look, a new outfit, what do you think?" She asked, spinning again, nearly tripping over the pile of clothes on the floor.
"What to know what I'm thinking? Where'd the money come from?" Piper told her, shaking her head and scooping up the clothes, dropping them back into the basket.
Paige wagged her finger at Piper, smiling. "Not money, my dear sister, we'll never have to worry about money when it comes to clothes again." She said.
Piper frowned, chewing on her bottom lip. "You used magick to get new clothes? Paige, that is personal gain, you can't do that!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest.
"But, it's not really personal gain when you think about it because we really do need clothes." Paige explained, brightening when an idea dawned on her. "We need clothes to fight evil."
Piper, however, wasn't convinced. "It is personal gain, Paige, there could be consequences; when you use magick the wrong way, it comes back three fold." Her sister said cryptically, shaking her head.
The strawberry blonde frowned, shrugging her shoulders helplessly. "What harm can cause from one new outfit? Besides, Phoebe will agree that I've done something good." She said defensively.
Her sister sighed, throwing up her hands in defeat, too exhausted to argue with her; maybe Paige was right and nothing bad would come from using magick to gain an outfit, but that didn't make it right. Either way, it was her doing and all Piper wanted to was take a nap. "Whatever Paige, I'm going upstairs to take a nap while Leo has the baby." She mumbled, pushing past her sister and headed upstairs.
Paige shrugged, glanced down once more at her new outfit and, with a smile on her face, sat down on the couch to start on the laundry.
Piper yawned, wondering when she had gotten so tired; was motherhood this tiring for people who weren't Charmed Ones and owners of hip nightclubs? The witch didn't think so. She walked past Phoebe's room and Paige's, glancing inside, an old habit. What she saw made her stop in her tracks, trying to figure out exactly what would be the correct way to handle this new mess.
"Paige, I think you'd better come up here!" Piper commanded, feeling anger begin to thread its way in her veins.
Her half sister was at her side within seconds. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking into her room as well. Paige found that she didn't need Piper to answer that question, for she could see for herself. Piles of clothes of all kinds lay heaped around the bottom of her dresser, and more were flowing out of the drawers and closet. "Whoa." She mumbled.
Piper looked over at her sister. "Whoa? Whoa is right and yet, not a strong enough word!" She exclaimed, rushing into the room, stepping over the piles of outfits. "This is what I'm talking about Paige, this is the back firing thing!"
Paige joined her in the room, scanning the four walls, as well as the floor, picking up tops and pants that caught her attention, admiring them. "Where are they all coming from? Those sprits have very good taste." She said, approvingly.
"You're not listening to what I'm saying!" Piper exclaimed, throwing a shirt at her sister's face to get her attention. "What are we going to do with all these clothes; we have to stop this spell before something worse comes from it."
The blonde frowned, hugging the clothes tightly. "We don't have to do that." She insisted. "Besides, I wrote the spell myself, so I'd have to reverse it and I don't want to." She declared triumphantly.
Piper glared at her, uncomprehending, surprised at what her sister was saying. True, Paige was still a relatively new witch but she should know the basic laws of magick by now. She opened her mouth to scold the younger witch but before she could muster the words, the room was filled with blue glowing light and from the light, Leo emerged, holding Wyatt. "Hey Piper, Paige." He greeted with a smile. The smile soon disappeared when he saw the look on his wife's face. "What's wrong?"
Piper pointed an accusing finger at Paige, who glared at her. "Paige has been using magick for personal gain, look at all this!" She waved her arms around the room, motioning to the heaps of clothes.
Leo glanced around, eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, that's a lot of clothes." He mumbled, a true man in his words. Wyatt cooed, a smile spreading across his baby face, as though he truly understood what was happening.
Paige nodded approvingly. "It is, isn't it?" She smiled, dropping the clothes on the floor in favor of admiring other garments, still unable to figure out where they were all coming from. "The spell worked better than I hoped."
Piper sighed, taking her child from her husband, shaking her head. "Aunty Paige doesn't know what she's doing," She whispered to her baby, who blinked up at her, "this could turn out to be a very bad thing." She raised her voice, glaring at her sister.
"Piper's right, using magick for personal gain might seem like a good idea but it's really not, you don't know what could happen." Leo agreed, looking at Paige and waiting to hear what she had to say.
The witch didn't answer at first, sorting through the outfits on her bed, placing the shirts and pants in different piles. "It's not like I used magick to win the lottery or something; nothing bad is going to happen just because my room is over flowing with clothes." She said finally, her back still to her sister and brother-in-law.
Leo and Piper glanced at each other, seemingly at a loss, unable to think of something to say to Paige that would convince her that she had done something wrong and the spell needed to be reversed.
From downstairs, the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut echoed through the house as Phoebe Halliwell made her entrance. "Hello, anybody here?" She called.
"Up here." Piper answered, looking over at Leo. "Maybe Phoebe can help."
Leo shook his head. "I...wouldn't count on it." He mumbled, and his wife had to agree, knowing that Phoebe was the wrong person to ask for help when it came to clothes, unless you were trying to decide which outfit to wear for what occasion.
The middle Halliwell sister entered the room, her eyes growing wide as she looked around. "What happened in here? It looks like Bloomingdale's exploded." She remarked.
"That would be Paige's doing, she used magick for personal gain." Piper explained, handing over her son to his aunt, who scooped him up and kissed his round, baby cheeks.
"Well, this is a sort of good personal gain, don't you think?" Phoebe asked. "I mean, we'll never have to spend money on clothes again, so we can use that money on more important things, like a college fund for Wyatt." She pointed out, picking up one of the tops off the ground.
"See, that's what I've been trying to tell them." Paige said, smiling at her older sister. "At least someone's on my side."
Leo sighed, holding his hands up. "Wait, okay, no one's taking sides on anything. This might seem like a good thing now, but that doesn't mean it'll be a good thing forever. Let's just reverse the spell and then you can get some new clothes the old fashioned way." He said, ever the peace keeper.
"What could be bad about this?" Phoebe asked, smiling at Wyatt when he giggled. "Aside from the fact that Paige might not have anywhere to sleep by nightfall."
Paige smiled, looking at her bed, now piled with new outfits, gazing at it like it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. "That's not a problem, I can just sleep on my brand new clothes!" And with that, she leapt onto her bed, a large smile on her face.