Chapter Four
Phoebe toted Paige around the manor, her hand clutching Paige's wrist in a death-grip.
"And here's the table, ooh, and the grandfather clock." Phoebe said with a flourish of her hand, "We've had to replace that clock more than once." She said thoughtfully.
Paige didn't reply. Her gaze swept the length of the room, lingering on the front door. Phoebe must have noticed this, because she yanked on Paige's arm slightly.
"I know what would cheer you up; having a look at your room!"
Paige's expression turned into one of desperation, "Oh, well… that sounds… er, great. But listen, I have a lot to do."
She checked her watch, "Like be at work."
Phoebe looked at her, confused. "Work? You work? You don't work."
Paige pulled her arm away and glared at her, "Of course I do. South Bay Social Services for your information. My break finished 20 minutes ago."
As she started toward the door, Phoebe looked around frantically, "Chris!"
Footsteps sounded on the stairs as he hurried into the room. He went to stand beside Phoebe, causally murmuring, "She herself yet?"
"Uh, no" Phoebe replied, her fake smile becoming wider, "Not at all. I think she's about to make a break for it as well."
Chris nodded to show he understood, "I'll try to stop her."
He managed to make it to the door before Paige could, and stepped in front of it.
Paige stopped in her tracks, and lowered her hand.
"Very funny." She said dryly, "What is it with you people? Take April Fools really seriously or something?"
"Actually," Phoebe called, "it's November."
Paige placed her hands on her hips, "I don't care what month it is, I just want to get out of here! I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you both… but you're complete weirdos!"
She pointed at Chris, "You! Who are you? There was this … thing. And you knocked it across the room by looking at it!"
Chris frowned, "Well actually, I didn't just look at it. I-"
Paige shook her head, cutting him off, "And you!" She pointed at Phoebe, "Grandfather clocks? Wanting to show me my room? I don't have a room here, lady. I live by myself." She paused, "And definitely not in a place like this."
She backed away from the door hesitantly, catching a flash of something red in the mirror hung on the wall.
Paige turned slowly, her hands flying to her hair as she took in her reflection.
"My hair!" She shrieked, "What happened to it? It's … orange!"
Chris stood next to her, observing her reflection, "You don't remember? I like it, suits you."
Paige whacked him on the arm and fled the room.
Chris rolled his eyes, "She hasn't changed a bit."
Phoebe spun around to face him, "What do you mean?"
Uh oh. Busted, Chris thought.
I seriously loved writing that chapter. Paige reverting to her season four self and all. Don't worry; she'll be back to normal soon … if her sisters can figure out which spell she used.