Well whaddya know. I've been here 12 days and I already have a husband/ex-husband/widower. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to call him.....my Huxwuh? [....................]
[...after further thought, she'll just pretend she didn't just say that...]
I'm even getting a plaque for it. [proud voice is proud]
And? I got a job. I think I'm gettin' the hang of this place already. [proud voice is even prouder]
Piper and Phoebe Halliwell, aka Private.
Not that I'm glad about it. I'd much rather be home right now. Sure, I can get a job here and maybe make friends, but I'm still trying to find a way out. None of the potions are working so far, Piper. I've tried them all. Spells, too, but we all know Phoebe is the master at those, not me.
My job is in a magic shop though, so every chance I get I'm researching. I will find a way home. If not for the sake of the Power of Three, then for...for...the sake of sleeping in my own bedroom again! And the Book. Oh how I miss the book and it's simple ways of just...having the answers that I need. And Piper's cooking. And Wyatt's little toes, and fingers, and...and I'm babbling.
I miss you guys.
.private