Author's Note: You can all smite me to fiery depths of hell for not updating when I promised I would. Sorry. If you need something, other than me, to blame, I recommend the Chemistry Regents that I failed by two percent (I got a 63) and the review class that I am forced take. Kthnx.
Disclaimer: You know the drill, whatever you don't recognize is mine. The rest is all JK Rowling's.
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Chapter 3
The Power of Three
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The common room of the newfound Charmed Ones was colored in warm brown and yellow tones. A welcoming fire was crackling happily. The three girls were in shock of how homey the common room was.
Prue led the girls to a golden-colored couch in front of the warn fire, "I think that we should figure out your powers, so you can start practicing them."
"I already know that I have molecular combustion," Paris said almost lazily.
"Piper's power? I'm surprised, but okay," Prue replied, looking confused. She shook her head and went on, "Ginny, I have been notified by the elders that you have white lighter in your blood, so I want you to call an object over to you, like that book over there. I want to see if it orbs to your hand."
"Uh…how do I do that?" Ginny asked.
"Like this," Prue demonstrated by calling a small throw pillow over to her. The pillow disappeared into white orbs and landed, coming out of the orbs into Prue's hand.
"Okay…throw pillow." All of the throw pillows came over to them and collapsed onto Ginny. Paris and Hermione burst out laughing. Ginny came out from the pile of pillows, her face the famous Weasley blush.
Prue stifled her laughter, "You are supposed to concentrate on one object."
"It would've been nice if you told her that at first," Paris said, still laughing.
"Sorry Ginny," Prue said, her laughter bursting out.
"I…saw that," Hermione said softly.
"We all did, Hermione," Paris said.
"No, before it happened."
Paris' eyes got wide, "Like, a premonition?"
Prue looked up at Hermione, "You got a premonition?"
"I just said that," Paris said, rolling her eyes.
"I guess so," Hermione said.
"That was my mom's power," Paris said, looking at her hands, "Um…yeah, so we all have our powers," Paris changed the subject.
"Yes, you do," Prue said finally, "Would you like to see your rooms now?"
The girls jumped up from their positions and each ran up a different set of three staircases. There were random shouts of "Not mine!" until each girl found their room.
Hermione's room had a purple-lavender motif going on. The four poster bed, bookshelf, and dressers were made of a light maple wood. Ginny's room was splashed with many different blue colors. Everything that was made of wood came from a redwood. Paris' room was painted in a simple off-white color, which contrasted perfectly with the rich brown color her bookshelf, bed, and dressers were colored.
The rooms were the same size and set up in the same way. The view from their windows was of the lake. It was magnificent and perfect. The girls just didn't know the dangers they would have to face as the next Charmed Ones.
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Author's Note: A chapter! A chapter! Sorry not as descriptive as I wanted it to be, nor as long. But, I have a lot of studying to do. At least I finally updated! Reviews and praise and cookies are appreciated.