Little Witch
Chapter Five
Piper started to cry on Leo's shoulder, who still looked stoic.
Paige paled and ran out of the room, into what Pippa assumed was the bathroom.
Wyatt blanched and looked at his hands, seeming like he'd be sick.
Phoebe tensed at Pippa's side and a few tears escaped her eyes before she got up and went to her weeping sister. Leo didn't seem to notice his sister-in-law had joined him in trying to comfort Piper.
And Pippa...felt nothing. She didn't cry, didn't feel sad, didn't even feel any vague sense of loss. True, she'd just been told that her mother had been executed by the Elders - the good guys - but Pippa had never really known Prue. She'd only just learned that her mother was really a complete stranger; she knew nothing about Prue Halliwell except that she was her mother. While Pippa sat, feeling nothing around the mourning, a boy came down the stairs. He had regular brown eyes. His shaggy hair was like a shadowed, ashy brown. He, too, had pale skin.
The boy looked around at all the mourning people, looking terribly confused. Just how many people are in this house, anyway? Pippa wondered dimly, looking at the boy. He couldn't be more than two years younger than her. "Uh...what's going on?" he asked, looking at Pippa, the only one relatively calm. She looked him up and down before laughing.