Disclaimer: I only own Pauline and not the other characters. James is just
some name I made up.
Chapter 6
The next day, Pauline woke up in her mother's old room, which had been untouched since Prue died. She slipped out of bed and went over to open the window, letting a soft breeze in.
"They could've at least left the windows open," she grumbled, leaning out slightly.
"Who, us?" asked a voice.
Pauline drew her head back in and turned to see Piper leaning against the doorway, her arms folded across her chest.
"Um, yeah, actually," Pauline stuttered.
Piper gave a small smile. "Neither me nor Phoebe wanted to come in anymore, and we never let Paige come in either. It.it holds too many memories. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast."
Saying that, Piper turned and walked down, back to the kitchen, leaving Pauline to get ready.
A few minutes later, Pauline headed down to the kitchen, wearing a blue halter and black jeans. Her hair was in a tight ponytail.
"Hey everyone! Who made waffles?" she asked as the smell of waffles drifted up the stairs and she entered the kitchen.
"Our cook," Paige said. "Ow! I meant, Piper," she added as Phoebe kicked her under the table.
Piper turned and placed a hand on her hip. "Oh, so now I'm your cook?"
Paige grinned. "Haven't you always been?"
Piper rolled her eyes at her half-sister as she turned back to make more waffles.
Pauline sat down beside Paige, stifling a giggle.
"So. Had a good night?" Phoebe asked.
Pauline hesitated. It hadn't been a 'good night', since she had had dreams of her mother's past, but she didn't say so. She put on a fake smile. "It was wonderful. Compared to back home."
"Really?" Piper asked, raising an eyebrow as she set fresh waffles down on the table in front of Pauline. Her other two aunts had already started without her.
"Y-Yeah."
"If you say so." Piper sat down and looked around. She took a sip of coffee from a mug she had in front of her.
"Um, aren't you eating, Aunt Piper?"
"I'll be fine. So anyway, what are-"
Piper was cut off by a loud crash coming from the hall.
"What was that?" Pauline asked.
Her aunts had jumped up and were running towards the sound. Pauline followed.
Her eyes grew wide as she saw her ex-boyfriend, James.
"J-J-James?" she stammered.
James turned and grinned at her, but the grin had some evil in it somehow. He threw a fireball at her, but she seemed paralysed.
"Pauline, get out of the way!" Piper screamed. But Pauline couldn't move.
Piper threw her hands up, freezing the fireball. Turning, she blew James up with a mere gesture of her hands.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me, Pauline!" he screamed seconds before he blew up.
Chapter 6
The next day, Pauline woke up in her mother's old room, which had been untouched since Prue died. She slipped out of bed and went over to open the window, letting a soft breeze in.
"They could've at least left the windows open," she grumbled, leaning out slightly.
"Who, us?" asked a voice.
Pauline drew her head back in and turned to see Piper leaning against the doorway, her arms folded across her chest.
"Um, yeah, actually," Pauline stuttered.
Piper gave a small smile. "Neither me nor Phoebe wanted to come in anymore, and we never let Paige come in either. It.it holds too many memories. Now get dressed and come down for breakfast."
Saying that, Piper turned and walked down, back to the kitchen, leaving Pauline to get ready.
A few minutes later, Pauline headed down to the kitchen, wearing a blue halter and black jeans. Her hair was in a tight ponytail.
"Hey everyone! Who made waffles?" she asked as the smell of waffles drifted up the stairs and she entered the kitchen.
"Our cook," Paige said. "Ow! I meant, Piper," she added as Phoebe kicked her under the table.
Piper turned and placed a hand on her hip. "Oh, so now I'm your cook?"
Paige grinned. "Haven't you always been?"
Piper rolled her eyes at her half-sister as she turned back to make more waffles.
Pauline sat down beside Paige, stifling a giggle.
"So. Had a good night?" Phoebe asked.
Pauline hesitated. It hadn't been a 'good night', since she had had dreams of her mother's past, but she didn't say so. She put on a fake smile. "It was wonderful. Compared to back home."
"Really?" Piper asked, raising an eyebrow as she set fresh waffles down on the table in front of Pauline. Her other two aunts had already started without her.
"Y-Yeah."
"If you say so." Piper sat down and looked around. She took a sip of coffee from a mug she had in front of her.
"Um, aren't you eating, Aunt Piper?"
"I'll be fine. So anyway, what are-"
Piper was cut off by a loud crash coming from the hall.
"What was that?" Pauline asked.
Her aunts had jumped up and were running towards the sound. Pauline followed.
Her eyes grew wide as she saw her ex-boyfriend, James.
"J-J-James?" she stammered.
James turned and grinned at her, but the grin had some evil in it somehow. He threw a fireball at her, but she seemed paralysed.
"Pauline, get out of the way!" Piper screamed. But Pauline couldn't move.
Piper threw her hands up, freezing the fireball. Turning, she blew James up with a mere gesture of her hands.
"This isn't the last you'll see of me, Pauline!" he screamed seconds before he blew up.