Matriarch of the Halliwell Line

                  ‘Well it half was…’ 

‘So you only half lied to me? Doesn’t make me feel better. What’s happened, sweety?’

Angel tried her best to not look guilty, but the  evidence was written clear on her face…as well as the floor, and the walls. Maybe climbing onto the bag of flour to reach her food container  wasn’t the best idea.

Piper looked down at the guilty looking dog at her feet, ‘I think Angel might have been a misnomer,’ she said clicking her tongue and picking up the little dog with a huff of laughter, ‘Looks like someone’s gonna have to get a bath.’

“I’m fine…The couch in the attic…not so much.”

‘Rather the couch than you. Random attack or was he after you?’

“A darklighter who doesn’t know when to quit.”

‘They need to start leaving addresses I can send the bill to. Are you okay? Any arrows in uncomfortable places?’