Little Witch
Chapter Twelve
A little surprised, Pippa awkwardly rubbed Phoebe's shoulder sympathetically. After a few more minutes of that, they managed to calm Phobe down. She still let out a hiccup-sob every now and again, though.
"So...are we going to go meet this Parrish character?" Paige asked at last. Surprisingly, Phoebe was the one who answered. She nodded, standing up from the chair they'd set her in. "Yes. We have to go see them, confront this boy." She probably just wants to meet the son she never knew survived, Pippa thought, feeling a wash of sympathy. She hadn't known Phoebe had a kid, but it still nust be a lot to have your sister killed and learn you had a son who wasn't supposed to be alive, all in one day.
Paige nodded and hurriedly finished cleaning up the kitchen. "Okay. Everyone who's going, grab onto one of my arms." She held both of them out. Piper, Phoebe, Wyatt, Pippa, and...Chris grabbed on. "Chris? No. It's bad enough Wyatt's coming; you're staying." That came from Piper, the ever-worried mother she seemed to be.
"Mom! Come on. I want to meet this other cousin I supposedly have. And you know I've always wanted to meet the Elders!"
"Chris, I said no - "
But Paige was already orbing out of the room.