#forcharms

“mom?” called the young witch in training as she entered the cafe, glancing around for any sign of her favorite parent. she had gotten word from pj that she spotted piper here, and there was no one else melinda would rather see. waving to one of the waitresses, mel went behind the counter, coming into the kitchens. knocking on the wall next to her, she smiled sheepishly. “knock knock.”