Little Witch
Chapter Eight
Pippa went into the kitchen with Paige, holding the spellbook to her chest. "Book of Shadows," Paige said, and a thick spellbook appeared in front of her. She is part Whitelighter, Pippa reminded herself. She gasped. "That's seriously the Book of Shadows? I always thought it was a myth..." Pippa walked over to her aunt and stroked the pages of the ages-old spellbook. Looking down at her own, she felt pitiful. She walked over to the garbage and dropped it in, returning to the Book of Shadows.
Paige gasped and rushed over to the trash, fishing the book out. "Why'd you do that? Just because it's not the Book of Shadows doesn't mean it's totally worthless! And it really was my mother's!" She gently brushed debris off the book and set it down gently on the counter.
She cut Pippa a look. "Remember that, Pip. Just because you find something newer doesn't always mean the old one is useless. It might have things the other one doesn't have." Yeah, Pippa thought. Like how you and Prue are. I knew her for an hour, but I already know that you have more parental skills than she does even though you aren't my real mom.
