Wyatt had procured a nice soft blanket, two mugs, and a thermos of hot chocolate, and while Isabel was finishing up with her reception duties for the night, he found a nice clear, dark spot to set things up. Then he returned to the reception to pull Isabel away as soon as he could.

"Right over here," he said, leading her to the spot.

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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, ( Read more... )

Wyatt stalked out of the dinner party, pausing on the porch. Punching Jesse had felt good. Isabel should've counted herself lucky he didn't orb the jerk to Timbuktu.

[For any who wish to yell at him. :) ]

For lack of anything better to do, Wyatt had decided to take a walk around the park that morning. Maybe he could try to orb out of this place again. His brother's guard could be down since he hadn't tried in a few days. . . .

[For the wee flower.]