I'm listening to M.I.A's Bamboo Banga and I feel the need to dance, but there's a bunch of people around, and I need at least one other person in this room to act crazy with me. I should probably be doing my Psychology work, but I decided that Charmed, my favorite show, should come first.
"You're a witch?" she repeated, "Well, you've always been a bit huffy, and at times a little bi-"
"Nana!"
"What?"
"Not that kind of witch. I mean, magical, witch."
"Very funny Paige," she chuckled, "It was cute when you were six, but not as much now."
Paige turned to her sister for a little help. Phoebe stood up and squatted next to Paige.
"No, we really are witches," she explained.
"Actually," Paige added, "We're the most powerful witches there are."
"So you're all in on this joke, eh?" Mrs. Matthews questioned, "Well stop the jokes, I don't like a lot of funny in my day."
"Apparently," Piper mumbled.
She looked back towards them when she heard jingling and Paige orbed next to her. Her nana looked appalled.
"What on earth?"
"It's called orbing," Paige explained, "See, my biological father was an angel, and my mother was half witch, half mortal."
"She was also our mother, and our father is a mortal," Prue explained, "We all have powers."
"See, Piper, can freeze and blow up things," Phoebe explained, "I can see the future, levitate, and I'm an empath. Prue and Paige's powers are telekinesis, but Paige's has a white-lighter twist."
"I have to call for objects," Paige said.
"So… magic is real?"
"Yes, Nana, it is. I'm magical, my sisters are magical, and all of our children-"
"Unfortunately," Piper added.
"-are magical."
Mrs. Matthews looked confused, shocked, doubtful, and angry all at the same time. Paige didn't think that was possible.
"Nana?"
"How come you didn't tell me any of this?"
"Well, Nana… I just- I thought you would act… the same way you acted when you first heard dad had married mom."
"You weren't around for that."
"Doesn't mean I didn't hear about it, Nana," Paige said, "You always act all higher than thou, and no matter what anyone does, it's not good enough. Nothing's good enough. That's why I didn't tell you about my husband, or my sisters, or my kids, my jobs. It's because you always act as if it's not good enough."
Phoebe, Prue and Piper stood back and let them have their moment.
Mrs. Matthews looked down at her lap, toying with a loose thread on her dress.
"I don't feel comfortable talking about this right now. Take me to my hotel, please."
Paige looked away, but nodded.
"Okay."
They both stood up, and Mrs. Matthews walked towards the front door.
"Paige," Prue called.
Paige looked at her.
"You can take my car."
"Thanks."
Once they heard the door close, Prue turned to the remaining sisters in the room.
"Can you believe that?"
"No," Phoebe said, "Paige spills her heart out, and her grandmother doesn't even want to talk about it."
"Apparently, she's been like that since before Paige," Piper said, "She's jus not an emotional person."
"No, she has emotion," Phoebe said, "She's just good at hiding it. I sensed sorrow near her. She was hurt that Paige hid her life from her."
Prue scoffed.
"Well can you blame Paige?"
"Yes, one room, with a good view. If it doesn't have a good view, I'll never hear the end of it," Paige whispered.
The man behind the desk grinned, and glanced over at Paige's nana, checking out the lobby closely.
"Here you go, room 330."
"Thank you," Paige said graciously.
"Any luggage, miss?"
Paige turned to her grandmother. She hadn't seen her come with luggage, nor complain about it.
"I guess not."
When they got to her room, her grandmother placed her purse on the coffee table and sat on the couch. Paige just stood by the door.
"Um, I-"
Her phone rang. She looked at her nana and then at the caller id.
"I- it's Henry-"
"Answer it, he's your husband isn't he?"
Paige noticed the distance and spite in her voice. She chose to ignore it and answered the phone.
"Henry, hey."
"Paige, how's everything going?"
"Uh, alright, I guess."
Henry could instantly tell something was upsetting her.
"Paige, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Do you need me to come home?"
"Uh, well, H.J.'s sitting with me, Sam's asleep, and Patty's eating a snack. Everything's kind of calm right now."
"Oh."
He smiled to himself.
"It would be nice if you came home, though. I'm sure Patty would love to spend time with you."
Patty looked up at her father with a big grin that reminded him of Paige's.
"Mommy!" she cheered.
Paige laughed, "You rigged that."
"I did not," Henry denied, "She did that all on her own."
Paige grinned.
"I'll be home soon. I just have to drop off Prue's baby."
"James is with you?"
"No, I have her car."
Henry laughed, "Okay. See you soon. I love you."
"I love you, too."
After she hung up, she looked at her grandmother.
"Will you be okay here, on your own?"
"I've been living by myself for years, Paige. I'll be fine."
Paige nodded.
"Okay," Paige said, "I'll come by tomorrow."
"If you want to."
"Alright."
She opened the door and took one look back.
"Love you, Nana."
When she closed the door, Mrs. Matthews looked at the door, then looked at the ceiling. She sighed.
Hmm, I'm bored. Oh, I was gonna post another Paige/Henry fic, but I have to find it. Last I saw, it was in my old backpack. I'll check when I get home.