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Prue hadn’t meant for anyone to catch her in the attic. Yes, she was once again, attempting to steal the book. NOT in astral form this time, but her actual physical self. Things had come to light recently that made her believe that perhaps at one point, she had misguidedly been friendly with the charmed ones.
If they had trusted her at some point, perhaps the book would as well.
To no avail, however- the book continued to jump away from her. Frustrated, she continued to try. Again and again. In her determination she apparently hadn’t noticed the footsteps on the stairs.
She could have blinked out, but she didn’t. She’d become heated in her failure, and needed to blow off some steam.
“Don’t you all ever get tired of having your asses handed to you?” She readied herself to send the other flying across the room.
Presley had walked into the attic just as the book of shadows went flying across the room. Her gaze stopping on the woman that looked like pictures of her aunt, her deceased aunt. She felt her body freeze for a moment as she was stunned at the face that Prue Halliwell was alive and in the attic. That was when the pieces started falling together. The book of shadows flying, the words the woman said. "You're not her, are you?" she said convincing herself that this had to be something else. Maybe a demon or warlock that could shapeshift.
“We’ll see who kicks who ass,” she said as she used her new power as guardian of box. One she wasn’t in total control of yet. Raising her hand out she blasted the dark haired woman and several pieces of furniture back.
