"Hello, Mr. Simmons. Paige Matthews, here. Do you remember having me in your Poli-Sci class, like, ages ago? Right, intro to law concepts. We'll you made a huge impression on me, and I saw that you are still practicing law. It just so happens that I have a little law problem that I would appreciate your advice on. No, sir, I have not been arrested…again…" Paige paced the conservatory.
Phoebe laughed. She had not told her sisters about her trying to contact Cole. It had been five days since she contacted him and she had yet to hear anything. She had found that her heart was beginning to harden with the distance. When Cole had first left, it was like losing him all over again—and she had no idea why. Cole had been vanquished on his 100th birthday, after what Paige had described, as a massive break-down and ridiculous attempt at changing the world to win Phoebe back—changing the world to one in which Paige did not exist and evil had taken over the manor. But what Phoebe remembered most was the loathing. The absolute disgust and nausea that accompanied seeing her ex-husband. "You mummified me for God's sake, Cole. Do you really think I am going to get over that? You're sick," she belittled him. "I'm mad," was Cole's response before he shimmered off. He was mad. "Mad as the Mad Hatter," she grumbled under her breath as she joined Paige in the conservatory.
"Mr. Simmons thinks I need the help for myself. He thinks that I am in trouble again," she was aggravated. Phoebe giggled. "It's not funny," Paige tossed a pillow from the loveseat at Phoebe's head.
"Well, did he offer to help anyway," Phoebe took the phone from Paige who was flinging it around, "Let me have this before you break something. We've lost enough phones and furniture to demon attacks. They don't need your help."
"He said he would be willing to if I gave him more details… and money. I don't even have a little money to give him," Paige sighed.
Phoebe contemplated whether or not to tell Paige about her spell when suddenly the choice was made for her.
"I have news," Cole appeared in between Phoebe and Paige in a blur of orange light.
"What the?" Paige stumbled backwards in shock.
"Sorry 'bout that Paige," Cole chuckled as he approached his love with a longing look. "Phoebe, I got your message. And I have news."
Piper walked into the kitchen with little Chris cradled in her arms, "Whoa!" she flung her wrist as a reflex. Cole brushed the little explosion off his right shoulder. "Sorry," she pulled Chris close to her, "still not used to seeing you back—and good."
"I was here for three weeks, Piper, and I thought we were all getting along," Cole took a step towards her.
Piper instinctively pulled Chris back, "Yes, and you've been gone for six months. It's given us some time to think," Wyatt orbed into the kitchen and immediately pushed his high chair across the floor, "Wyatt, wait for mommy," Piper handed Chris to Paige before helping her oldest get his breakfast.
"Us?" Cole turned to look directly into Phoebe's eyes. She wouldn't look at him. Cole cleared his throat, "I see. Well, I didn't come here to debate the past, but to help insure the future. I've been doing some research on Leo's case. And I'd like to help." Phoebe still couldn't lift her eyes to meet Cole's.
With a flip of his wrist, Cole produced a manila folder with "Leo Wyatt" written hastily across the tab. He walked over to the kitchen table, laid the folder down, and waved his hand over the tabletop. Piles of books appeared in a flash. "This is what I have been working on for the past few days. I haven't gotten much sleep, so excuse me if I ramble or don't make any sense. Firstly, this is completely unprecedented. There have been cases when magical beings have been stripped of their powers, memories, been recycled…but never erased entirely. And none of which was done by the elders to an elder regarding the death of another elder."
"You weren't kidding about the unprecedented then, were you?" Paige sat at the table in front of a large book titled, Unusual Cases of Magical Law, 1801-1900.
"No," Cole took the folder from Piper, "but the most threatening one to Leo is not even the removal of his powers or his memories because we can recover a memory, and well, living without his powers…I think he can manage. Or you know, I'll give him some of mine," Cole laughed. No one else did, "I did mention I haven't slept much lately, right?"
"The threat, Cole?" Piper rapped her fingernails on the table.
"What?"
"Before you offered to give Leo some of your powers you were going to tell us what the most threatening scenario would be," Piper gritted her teeth.
"The biggest threat is that Leo is erased," Paige answered.
"Bingo," Cole pointed to her, "ten points for the red head."
Paige picked up her starkly brunette hair, "Not red for months, Cole."
He did a double take before chuckling to himself, "Right."
"Mad hatter," Paige mumbled under her breath to herself.
"Focus, people," Piper stood up as the fruit bowl in the middle of the table exploded causing Chris to cry. Wyatt picked up a piece of apple and stuck it in his mouth.
"I never wondered where Chris got that obstinate, 'kill demon 24/7' attitude from. Nope, not a minute," Phoebe shook her head.
Piper narrowed her eyes, "Paige or Cole, do either of you feel like explaining?"
Cole picked up where Paige left off, "Leo could be erased. He died in World War II…and stayed that way. He never became a whitelighter, he never saved the countless lives he has—including yours."
"So, why would the elders erase him? That would undo so many of the good things, the good-for-nothing-guys up there have actually accomplished," Piper interjected.
"There are different degrees of it. Depending upon the level of the crime. Erasing him from just a certain part of history, never accepting him as a whitelighter would be drastic. But we have to be prepared for the worst—cliché, but the best defense truly is a dynamite offense."
Piper couldn't speak. Thinking back over her life, she had always known Leo was there—even before he had met her. He had even confirmed knowing her before she was a witch, and he had loved her before he knew she existed. When she, Prue, and Phoebe traveled back in time to stop Phoebe's past evil self from resurrecting herself and her warlock lover, Leo had been there. Their souls were always together. Had always been destined to meet, fall in love, and have a family. But now? After all they had been through, could all be erased?
"There's my boys," Leo yawned coming into the kitchen, "Sorry honey," he kissed Piper on the cheek, "Long night." He glanced up and saw Cole and the stack of books, "Cole."
"He's here to help you, Leo," Phoebe explained, "I asked him to. He's a lawyer, he's an ex-demon, and he's magical."
"He's the best we've got," Paige sounded almost skeptical—like she had to convince herself as much as she had to convince the rest of her family.
"I'm the best, period," Cole smiled triumphantly.
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Phoebe kicked the punching bag repeatedly before pausing, sweat dripping from her brow. "I think I need a timeout," her voice floated through her memory, "Get up," Cole demanded, "Get up. No time outs. When you're fighting the source, you won't get any time outs. Demons value strength. You can't be weak, or you'll die." Phoebe blinked. "No weakness," she mumbled to herself. Taking a deep breath she began punching the bag, alternating with kicks. The bag swung away from her, but didn't swing back.
"Nice to see you still practice," Cole smiled around the edge of the bag before swinging it back towards her.
"A girl's gotta keep in shape somehow," Phoebe quipped catching the bag and gasping for a premonition.
It was a girl with brown hair and blue eyes practicing kicks on the bag with Cole holding it firmly in place, smiling at her. "Good job, princess," he gave her a pat on the back after she had finished. She smiled, "Thanks."
"What'd you see?" Cole handed Phoebe a towel.
Phoebe took a deep breath and wiped her brow. "A girl. A beautiful young girl," Phoebe walked around the basement, "in here, practicing martial arts," she looked to Cole who was leaning against the stair rail, "With you. You called her princess."
Cole nodded and sat down, patting the stair next to him indicating Phoebe to sit, "Kinda tall, brown hair, blue eyes. Conniving smile," Cole flashed Phoebe his signature half-smile with a wink.
"Just like that," Phoebe grinned, "How'd you know?"
"Dreams. I've been having a lot of dreams lately—all with her in them. Her name is Chloe. And I think she is our daughter."
"Our daughter," Phoebe let her voice wander. She remembered her premonition at Magic School, "I have a daughter."
"Yeah," Cole looked at his love, wishing she would return the look, "She seems like a pretty amazing kid. I can't wait to meet her."
"Me either," Phoebe looked back, but tore her gaze away before Cole read anything into it. She got up and started up the stairs, "so when did you start having prophetic dreams?" she asked indicating Cole follow her.
He rose and brushed off his slacks before making his way into the kitchen behind Phoebe, "I don't think they're prophetic. It's more like memories. Like it's already happened. Which is weird, because unless you've been hiding something from me, we don't have a daughter."
Phoebe gave a weak laugh, "I'm not hiding anything. A kid would be pretty hard to keep a secret." Then she remembered her own series of dreams—dreams from which she woke up in cold sweats, heart pounding in her ears. Dreams that didn't feel like premonitions, but memories yearning to escape. She decided to change the subject, "Before we can get to her future, we need to take care of Leo's future." She got up from the steps and went into the kitchen. Cole followed her. "Tell me more about what can happen. What can we expect?" She grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.
"I don't know," Cole answered candidly.
Phoebe started choking, "What? You were just telling us the possible scenarios before."
"Right, but I don't know what to expect. You asked me what we can expect."
Phoebe rolled her eyes at Cole while she took another sip and headed out of the room. "Come on," she waved at him to follow her.
"Right, ok then. I don't know what to expect. I've never been before an elder council. Demonic councils, trials here that felt like demonic councils… I assume it could be like any other trial. But that's not what we should be worried about—we need to be concerned about the judgment," Cole followed Phoebe to the stairs.
"Tell me more about that. Erasing him? There's no chance he can get away from this with a simple slap on the wrist is there?"
"I doubt that," Cole tentatively followed Phoebe to her bedroom before she waved him in. Phoebe went into her closet to change as Cole continued, "The best he could get would be having his memories erased and relocated, or his powers stripped. But erasing him—that could change everything."
Phoebe emerged from her closet with a robe on and towel over her arm, "Everything?"
"He never became a whitelighter—Piper would be dead, you would be dead, no Wyatt, no Chris. Countless innocents gone." Silence let the gravity of the situation sink in. "Or he could be recycled. No more Leo from here on out. And there's anything in between. Erased five years ago, ten years ago, thirty years ago."
"I get it," Phoebe took a deep breath, "Fill in Leo and Piper now that they have had some time to calm down. I'm going to take a shower," Phoebe left the room as Cole playfully followed, "Ah, no. You can't follow me anymore."
"Well, it was worth a try," the door shut in his face.
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Piper sat and watched as Chris sat up, on his own, and laughed gleefully at his brother who was simply stacking Legos©, "Chris, I hope you always find Wyatt that amazing," she smiled at her sons. Wyatt was oblivious to Chris's admiration and laughs. It was hard for Piper to imagine all the chaos that Big Chris had described in the future. One where Wyatt was no longer her precious, sweet boy, but a man. A man with unlimited power and thirst for more, such that he isolated and turned against his little brother. "Thank God, we thwarted that," she thought, only half-believing it. The ordeal with Gideon was still fresh on her mind. The man that Leo had idolized since becoming a whitelighter had become obsessed with the idea that her eldest son would be the destruction of the balance between good and evil. He therefore took it upon himself to fix it by trying to turn both Wyatt and Chris evil. All while she was in labor with Chris. It wasn't exactly the peaceful birthing experience she had prayed for, but then again, neither was Wyatt's. Maybe she wasn't meant to have a normal birthing experience. Maybe she wasn't meant to have a normal life. Since becoming a witch it had been Piper's single most passion to have a normal life, with a normal husband, and normal family. Yet all along the way it seemed she was destined for aberrations from her dreams. Not that she wasn't happy, she was happy! She couldn't help but smile at her beautiful sons even in the wake of Leo's impending trial. However, nothing could change her desire for normalcy.
Leo orbed into the room and sat at his wife's side. "Beautiful isn't it?" Leo watched his sons play. He ran his fingers through Piper's hair and she leaned back into his chest. "Cole was just reading some fairly convincing cases to me—all regarding self-defense. And we can't deny it was self-defense. There's witnesses."
"Right," she sighed, still admiring her boys.
"You're quiet. What are you thinking?"
"I don't want to lose you," she turned to look in his eyes, "but would it be so bad if they stripped your powers? Or you offered to let them strip your powers? Or retire? You could retire…never be a whitelighter again. And then we could be…"
"Normal," Leo finished her sentence.
They turned to their sons. Wyatt blinked and an army of Lego© men sprang to life and began to try to overtake his newly erected castle, "As normal as we can get around here," she finished with a smile. Chloe tossed restlessly in her sleep—rocked by a memory she didn't know she had.
"I'm going to public school! Why? Have I been bad?" Chloe looked between her mother and father, dropping her new schedule on the floor. Her father smiled, but her mother's face fell. "Is it because I threw the clock across the room? I told you I was sorry, I was motioning for the vase. Piper wanted me to fill it, and I know I shouldn't have used magic, but," Phoebe interrupted her daughter by putting her hand on her shoulder.
"No, sweetie, it's not punishment for throwing the clock. Wyatt and Leo fixed it…again. It's amazing that clock still works," Phoebe added as a second thought.
"Daddy," Chloe pulled away and rushed to Cole, "You love me. Why am I going to public school?"
Phoebe rolled her eyes as Cole chuckled, "Wyatt and Chris both go to public school. We want you to know what it's like to be in a normal school, with non-magical kids. They enjoy it"
Chloe now pulled away from him, and with the disdain only a fourteen year old could manage, "Chris does because he was always getting picked on. Wyatt hates it."
"Well, good thing he's getting ready to graduate then." Phoebe reached for Chloe's arm as she wretched away and stormed out of her parents' room. "Chloe, wait!" she didn't turn around, "Where is she going?"
"Let her go," Cole pulled his wife to his chest, "You know where she's going. She'll be ok. He never lets anything happen to her."
Chloe paced the tallest tower of the Golden Gate Bridge, appearing to talk to herself, "I love magic school. I love being magical. And sooner or later my powers have got to progress, what happens then? I don't even know what it will be? I mean, just look at all the powers my dad has. One of them is bound to come out in me sooner or later. I can't believe this," she collapsed into a ball.
Next to her, there was a disturbance in the air with a sudden, and momentary, blur of the background—as if a translucent shadow had passed by. A rock that had been sitting across from Chloe flew by her and through a pillar, "Excellent power," a male voice came from the direction of the pillar.
"Are you even hearing me?" Chloe whined into her lap.
"Hearing, yes, listening, not really," the voice responded.
Chloe waved her hand at the pillar and a scream followed before orbs reappeared in front of her, "Ok, you want me to tell you what I think?" Chris asked annoyed.
She picked up her head, rested her chin on her knees and waving her hand began to juggle the remaining rocks on the pillar, "Yes. This sucks."
Chris noticed the sadness in his cousin's eyes, "You're just going to miss that boy. What's his name? Alex?" Chloe buried her head back in her hands and the rocks fell, "You'll get over him. He doesn't have the talent that you do," Chris tried to comfort her.
She knew he was trying to help, but Chris was truly inept at providing comfort to a broken-hearted teenager. "I think he liked me."
Chris rolled his eyes that didn't go without Chloe noticing, "You're fourteen, Chloe. You're too young to date," at which time the rocks Chloe had been juggling flew toward the nearest pillar with a loud thwang, as the rock hit the metal. "You are, no arguing. And you're only going into the ninth grade. You've got plenty of time for relationships."
"This coming from the seventeen year-old virgin!" she stood up quickly.
"How'd you?" Chris startled and added, "You better not have!"
"You said it, yourself, I'm only fourteen. Gross!" she shimmered out.
"Women," Chris sighed orbing to follow her.
"Chloe, honey, good to see you," Piper turned to see her niece shimmer into the kitchen and grab a peach out of the fruit bowl.
"This is all your fault," Chloe emphasized your, and took a big bite out of the peach before going into the conservatory.
Piper finished drying her hands as Chris orbed into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a glass, "Hey babe," she kissed him on the cheek. "What's up with Chloe?" she tilted her head towards the conservatory where Chloe was flipping through a Glamour magazine.
"Truth hit her. Cole and Phoebe told her she has to go to public school. Plus there's this boy…" Chris trailed off as he took a long sip of his water, "I just don't get you… women…" he said absently as he walked out of the room after returning his mother's kiss on the cheek.
Piper picked a napkin up off the counter and made her way to the conservatory, "Truce," she waved the napkin as Chloe looked up from her magazine.
"This says if I line my lips, and put gloss over the top of my lipstick, it will make my lips look more pouty and kissable. What do you think?" she pursed her lips.
"That your lips are perfectly pouty, and you don't need to worry if they're kissable right now." Piper sat down next to her, and slowly moved the magazine out of her lap, remembering the volatile nature of being a fourteen year old girl. "You know, I'm glad I got two boys. I had a lot of 'girl' problems growing up that I don't know if I could deal with again. I was scrawny and awkward. I swear I didn't outgrow it until I was twenty-five," she laughed, "But you," Piper picked up Chloe's chin, "are beautiful. You have your father's smile and sense of presence, your mother's charisma and grace; you are not going to have any problems making new friends." Chloe looked up at Piper as if she was astounded Piper knew what the real problem was. "You're shocked that I know you're scared you won't make any friends? I'm a girl, too, remember? You're going to be fine."
She shook her head, "I don't know. I've had the same friends forever, Piper. I don't want to go to a normal school. I'm not normal. I don't want to be normal," she looked pleading into Piper's eyes. "I don't care if my life isn't normal. If I stay at magic school, I am normal." She got up and wrapped the peach pit in Piper's napkin of surrender, "My parents have shown me how special it is to be magical, and I like it. Just like Wyatt. Thanks for the talk and the peach," Chloe feigned a smile before shimmering away.
"Maybe she's right," Piper sighed.
"About what?" Leo walked into the room.
"That having a 'normal' life isn't for everyone. Isn't for her."
"Remember Phoebe's premonition, Piper? They will all be safer here, together. You know that together they will have the power of three at some level," Leo concluded picking up his wife's hand.
Piper's eyes watered. She did remember Phoebe's premonition. Three months ago Phoebe had picked up Chris's report card, straight A's, a definite and substantial improvement from magic school. When she did, she saw something. A flash. A flash of light, with the three cousins standing together in front of a big black cloud of smoke. Phoebe could not distinguish a face, but she saw that Wyatt, Chris, and Chloe were holding hands and chanting, surrounded in a white light warding off the darkness, and Charlotte—Paige's daughter—nowhere to be seen. When the darkness cleared, Chloe and Chris were standing alone, and Wyatt had his back to them. Between them lay Phoebe, Piper, and Paige, un-moving, face down in a puddle of an unknown liquid. Leo's grip tightened on Piper's hand and brought her back from the memory, "It doesn't mean things will change. What if they're being together in school is what causes this? We don't know that if Chloe stayed at magic school things would be different."
"We never know with the premonitions," Leo caressed her face and wiped away her tears, "we can only hope we are doing the right thing. Like always. Chloe will get used to being in public school. Chris will be there. That will help. And you know Wyatt will look out for her."
"Wyatt will be a senior, Chris will be a junior, and she will be a freshman. They'll be 'too cool' for her," Piper giggled.
Leo smiled at hearing Piper giggling once more, "You know Chris loves her so much, she's his number two girl behind you," he swung her hands, "He won't be too cool for her—and neither will Wyatt."
Piper stood up determined, "I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner," she rushed up the stairs and nearly bumped Wyatt down the stairs.
"Where's the fire, mom?" he smiled.
"Apparently under her feet," Leo patted his oldest on the shoulder, "When you see Chloe at school, you'll be nice to her, right?"
"Of course, I will," Wyatt looked stunned, "if I'm not, she might jinx me in my sleep—that kid's got a nasty temper. Are we sure she's all good?" he winked.
"She can touch the book," Leo returned the gesture, "of course it has been tricked before," he turned to follow Wyatt back downstairs. "You've enjoyed public school, right?"
Wyatt was going to the conservatory with his U.S. History book tucked under his arm, "It's different. But it's a great way to interact with people. Learn more about the innocents I'm meant to protect. I've even met some future whitelighteres…they don't know that of course. As much as I enjoyed magic school while I was there, I've accepted going to public school."
"Have you ever thought about going into politics?" Leo pulled up the chair next to Wyatt, "you didn't answer my question," he explained as Wyatt looked at him confused, "You went around the answer, but didn't give it to me straight."
"So we're playing it straight, huh?" Wyatt smiled flipping through the history book, "I've enjoyed it, dad. But I would have enjoyed magic school, too." He stopped on a chapter and turned the book to his dad, "Witches have never been normal, and never will. I just hope we don't ever have to live in fear again. Fear of this. Fear of persecution because of who we are. I am proud of who I am. And so is Chloe."
Leo took the book from Wyatt's lap. The Salem witch trials. Witches, innocents, whitelighters, and demons were all persecuted—no one could tell the difference. The air was tainted with fear of the supernatural and anyone affiliated with it. The upheaval forced magical and non-magical beings into hiding for decades. And ever since then, magic has been protected, not permitted to be exposed for fear of retribution—not just by the public, but the powers that be within the magical world. Neither good nor bad magic could be exposed…all as a result of the Salem witch trials.
"Magic was practiced freely up until then," Wyatt took the book back, "witches were considered healers and wise. People would come to them for their counsel and protection against the demons—that they believed and knew to exist. The world has become too fast and too jaded for us. I don't know why we even bother protecting them sometimes."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing—his eldest son, one of the greatest forces of good magic in the world was looking at innocents with cynicism. Cynicism that he never expected to hear from the mouth of a whitelighter, "What are you saying, Wyatt?"
"That sometimes…sometimes I don't feel like being protector of the innocent. They aren't so innocent any more, dad. And they don't think that they need us…so maybe they don't."
"Wyatt," Leo's eyes were wide, "but what you were just saying about being in school with them…"
"Where do you think I've learned it all?" he shut the book, "I'm going to go talk to Chloe. Chris told me she's joining us at school this year. Don't worry, I'll give her the pep talk. I just knew I could be honest with you," he patted Leo's shoulder before orbing away.
Leo stayed in the conservatory, completely dejected and astonished by Wyatt's cynical outlook.
"Tell me again why you called me and Phoebe here," Paige asked Piper who still had a fanatically excited look on her face. "I've left Charlotte with her father, and it makes me nervous. I'm afraid I'll come home and her hair will be green again," Paige rolled her eyes.
"And why you needed my high school class ring… and yours, Piper, what's going on?" Phoebe placed the rings back on the ritual table.
Piper raced between cabinets of potion ingredients, the Book of Shadows, and the ritual trunk talking excitedly, "Chloe is panicked about going to public school because she is afraid she'll be alone and not make any friends, right?"
"Right," Phoebe nodded.
"And who does she trust more than anyone else?" Piper stopped in front of her middle sister and unloaded her arms.
"Chris," Phoebe answered.
"Right," Piper grabbed Phoebe's and Paige's arm and pulled them onto the floor with her, "So, we're going to bless these rings so that they will always know where the other one is, will be able to read their thoughts, when invited of course, and most importantly…will feel safe."
"What makes you think either of them will go for that?" Paige asked, picking up Piper's and Phoebe's high school class rings and examining them and noticing the dates of 1992 and 1995, "Man, we're old."
Piper snatched them back, "Because I know Chris, he'll do anything to protect Chloe."
"And I know Chloe," Phoebe smiled mischievously taking her ring from Piper, "She'll think it's a good way to get the inside on what Chris does in his spare time…it'll be a new game to her." Piper looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "It's true. The kid lives to spy on him. It's all out of love. I've been there. I teach her everything I know about spying," Phoebe placed her ring in the basin.
Placing her ring in the basin, too, Piper handed her sisters a copy of the spell, a satchel of potion ingredients, and then lit the candle beneath the basin. "Ready?"
"Sure," Paige grabbed her sisters' hands.
"Sounds like fun," Phoebe did the same.
"Powers of the sisters rise, to call forth magical ties. To link our children's hearts and minds, Chris and Chloe together we bind," they rhymed together.
"To grant wisdom with the power of sage, sets the minds free from their cage," Phoebe dropped in a handful of sage.
"To see when others cannot, to find each other and belie the plot, we give them the precious sight, of finding the other's soul-born light," Paige added peppermint oil.
"The Triquetra now added to protect our progeny, to keep them safe and in harmony," Piper took a sprig of rosemary and lit it with the candle burning below the basin and began drawing the Triquetra in the smoke. Phoebe and Paige also light lavender and chamomile respectively and also began drawing the Triquetra as they chanted with Piper, "With all the hope and power our magic brings, we now together bless these rings." Piper blew out her sprig as Phoebe and Paige emulated. The smoke cleared to reveal an aromatic bubbling brew, with the glowing gold rings in the center. Picking up the tongs beside her, Piper gently removed the rings and placed them on the table. Immediately, she noticed they had changed, and were now crested with the Triquetra on the top instead of hers and Phoebe's high school insignia.
"Good job," Paige picked up one the now cooled rings, "I think it worked, Piper."
Piper smiled, "Let's see, put it on."
Paige looked perplexed, "I thought we blessed them for Chris and Chloe only."
"We'll find out," Piper slid the ring on her finger as Paige did the same.
"What am I thinking? I don't have anything to think," Paige's mind raced, "I hope my daughter doesn't have green hair from a potion gone wrong that her father once again did not properly supervise."
"You fixed it last time," Piper spoke aloud, reveling in the success of her spell, "It won't be a problem."
Paige beamed, "It worked!"
Phoebe took her ring off Paige's hand, "Let's give them to the kids tomorrow morning at breakfast. Chloe wants to go to school with Chris and Wyatt. They will be driving, right? No orbing?"
"Of course," Piper smiled, "they're your normal, everyday, high schoolers."
