42 Blueberry Hill, Wednesday afternoon
Part of Wyatt knew this was a bad plan, but he was willing to take the risk. He deserved a little personal gain after all the demons he'd vanquished. So he'd orbed up to the attic of Phoebe's house and looked through the Book of Shadows. When he found a spell that looked like it would work, he wrote it down and returned to the house next door, lingering outside on the porch because he wasn't sure if Piper was home, and he didn't want her to walk in on him.
He sat down on the steps, glanced at the house across the street, then unfolded the paper he'd written the spell on. Taking a deep breath, he recited, "After this cruel memory is seen and said, erase these thoughts from my heart and my head."
A gold glow surrounded his head. Wyatt closed his eyes as the memories swept through his mind at high speed, then vanished. The paper fell from his hand and fluttered away on a breeze.
A moment later he opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. "Where am I?" he said to himself.
He sat down on the steps, glanced at the house across the street, then unfolded the paper he'd written the spell on. Taking a deep breath, he recited, "After this cruel memory is seen and said, erase these thoughts from my heart and my head."
A gold glow surrounded his head. Wyatt closed his eyes as the memories swept through his mind at high speed, then vanished. The paper fell from his hand and fluttered away on a breeze.
A moment later he opened his eyes, looking around in confusion. "Where am I?" he said to himself.