❪ ┊ ❝ warricrscribed / presley halliwell. ❫
waiting at the door, presley stepped from side to side, trying to wrap her mind around everything she’d been through and what she’d just seen outside her her mother’s high school. pictures had been the only way she’d ever been able to see her father, the stories that her mom and aunts had told her over the years had done some to fill in the andy shaped hole in her heart, but presley knew that it would never fully be filled. though she hadn’t been told the full story, presley knew that a demon had murdered her father before she’d been born, before he knew that she existed, her mind reminded her, causing her to shake her head in an attempt to forget the memory.
she could hear her mother shouting at her aunt from inside the house, raising the question how the manor had never been on the receiving end of multiple noise complaints from the plethora of vanquishes that had occurred within the familiar walls. expecting to see her aunt piper on the other side of the threshold, presley cleared her throat when she came face to face with the younger version of her mother. the brunette shook her head, not yet, but give it another 13 years and you will, she thought as she bit her lip. ‘no, but i know you… well of you and your sisters…’ she sighed, knowing that what she’d just said might have raised several red flags, and for the moment she was thankful that grams hadn’t answered the door.
‘i need help… more specifically help from the charmed ones, your help,’ she stated softly, running a nervous hand through her hair as her gaze moved to meet prue’s.
THEIR NEIGHBORS SIMPLY THOUGHT OF THEM AS DIFFERENT , for san francisco didn’t seem to have a shortage of truly unique people. while many thought all the repairs they constantly seemed to be making at the manor was a bit odd , the halliwell women were the only ones who knew of the witchcraft and the vanquishing of demons that happen within the manor walls. well , at least that was their impression. but as this blue eyed brunette girl stands before her , the words that fall from her lips next cause her to think maybe the halliwell witches weren’t the only ones who knew about their magic.
EYEBROWS CREASE INWARDS , her grasp tightening on the edge of the door at the mention of her sisters. protectiveness flares up within her , at the idea that whoever this is knows something about the power that was possessed by both her and her little sisters ; now only fourteen and twelve. she swallows , before shifting nervously and pursing her lips. ❝ what about me and my sisters? ❞ her tone makes her concern evident , but there is something in her heart telling her that this girl doesn’t mean them any harm. still , grams made it very clear that anyone who seemed to already know who they were upon first meet should not be immediately trusted. so for the sake of keeping her sisters safe , she would not be inviting this stranger in until she was sure it was safe.
❝ YOU NEED HELP ? ❞ prue’s head tilts to the side , and she looks behind her to see if anybody had come to find out who was at the door .... so far , nobody had. running her tongue across her bottom lip , prue lets out a soft sigh before looking back up. taking in the girl’s apperance , prue takes note of her strange attire that was clearly ... off. ❝ and why should i trust you ? we don’t have many good people making house calls ... ❞
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