fandom_muses :: August :: Whisper
Whisper.
"Hear these words I whisper now,
For I have lost my way somehow."
Billie sits in the middle of the attic in the Halliwell manor. Oh, yes it took some convincing from Phoebe to Piper to let that happen, but the babysitting gig has paid well lately, earning her plenty of cool points with Pheebs to spend as she pleases. She's tired of playing nanny though, which is way she saved up enough points to have Phoebe go to bat against Piper to let her have some magical time to herself. She feels strong in the attic - the Halliwell sisters always felt strong there too, and Leo taught her the basics up there. It feels right to be sitting there on the creaky, wood floor with her Book of Shadows lying open in her lap. She wrote a simple spell which she printed neatly on the open page - it's only meant to help her focus her power as she tends to catch herself drifting, never really moving.
She's never felt so lost before. She's blonde, so a degree of it is normal, and she knows that. Joking aside? Her family is dead, her destiny is gone, and her only purpose in life is to be the Halliwell family's on-call babysitter. Yeah, it's an absolutely charmed life. She was once half of the Ultimate Power - a destiny she shared with her big sister, but she's started to wonder if her magical destiny died with Christy. Her powers still work - still strong and active, but they lie dormant, lacking inspiration and drive. She had fire in her eyes once, until she had to push Christy's fire away.
Magic feels funny - especially when she starts to drift. The world around her sort of shifts off balance just a little and begins to blur. She forces herself to say the spell, because she has to focus now. She's tired of the occasional games of zen-like meditation that lead her absolutely nowhere. The room spins faster than usual, and she finds herself longing for something, anything to happen to break the painfully ordinary slump she's fallen prey to.
"Hear my cry, hear my plea,
Help me find my new destiny."
She closes her eyes and feels the attic spinning around her like a top - faster, faster, until she finds herself spinning in the air and, just as quickly, landing in a clumsy heap. "That was weird," she says to nothing in particular. She lets a slightly disappointed sigh escape her lips; she's still in the attic of the manor. "Well, great. So apparently my destiny is to be a magical babysitter." She hears someone though - a man, and he doesn't sound like a Halliwell kid unless little Wyatt has been playing with some serious magic again. She looks around from her awkward vantage point on the floor and notices that things are a little more... dusty than she remembers and maybe older, somehow? She suddenly remembers reading the third Harry Potter potter book, and didn't Hermione say something about funny things happening to witches and wizards who mess with time? Yeah, not good.
"Hear these words I whisper now,
For I have lost my way somehow."
Billie sits in the middle of the attic in the Halliwell manor. Oh, yes it took some convincing from Phoebe to Piper to let that happen, but the babysitting gig has paid well lately, earning her plenty of cool points with Pheebs to spend as she pleases. She's tired of playing nanny though, which is way she saved up enough points to have Phoebe go to bat against Piper to let her have some magical time to herself. She feels strong in the attic - the Halliwell sisters always felt strong there too, and Leo taught her the basics up there. It feels right to be sitting there on the creaky, wood floor with her Book of Shadows lying open in her lap. She wrote a simple spell which she printed neatly on the open page - it's only meant to help her focus her power as she tends to catch herself drifting, never really moving.
She's never felt so lost before. She's blonde, so a degree of it is normal, and she knows that. Joking aside? Her family is dead, her destiny is gone, and her only purpose in life is to be the Halliwell family's on-call babysitter. Yeah, it's an absolutely charmed life. She was once half of the Ultimate Power - a destiny she shared with her big sister, but she's started to wonder if her magical destiny died with Christy. Her powers still work - still strong and active, but they lie dormant, lacking inspiration and drive. She had fire in her eyes once, until she had to push Christy's fire away.
Magic feels funny - especially when she starts to drift. The world around her sort of shifts off balance just a little and begins to blur. She forces herself to say the spell, because she has to focus now. She's tired of the occasional games of zen-like meditation that lead her absolutely nowhere. The room spins faster than usual, and she finds herself longing for something, anything to happen to break the painfully ordinary slump she's fallen prey to.
"Hear my cry, hear my plea,
Help me find my new destiny."
She closes her eyes and feels the attic spinning around her like a top - faster, faster, until she finds herself spinning in the air and, just as quickly, landing in a clumsy heap. "That was weird," she says to nothing in particular. She lets a slightly disappointed sigh escape her lips; she's still in the attic of the manor. "Well, great. So apparently my destiny is to be a magical babysitter." She hears someone though - a man, and he doesn't sound like a Halliwell kid unless little Wyatt has been playing with some serious magic again. She looks around from her awkward vantage point on the floor and notices that things are a little more... dusty than she remembers and maybe older, somehow? She suddenly remembers reading the third Harry Potter potter book, and didn't Hermione say something about funny things happening to witches and wizards who mess with time? Yeah, not good.