𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋,
youngest member of the
Halliwell sisters. Gorgeous.
Intelligent. Stubborn. A recent
high school graduate with
dreams of becoming an doctor.
She had just gotten accepted
into University of California's
med...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 something wicca this way comes
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 "𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌" 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 pushed open the front door of the Halliwell Manor, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion. It had been a grueling day at the hospital with back-to-back study sessions, clinical observations, and exams. The moment she stepped inside, she kicked off her shoes and sighed, ready to collapse on the couch and binge-watch reruns of her favorite show. But her plans for a quiet evening of relaxation vanished as soon as she glanced up at the chandelier in the hallway.
The crystal light fixture, a beautiful antique that had been in their family for generations, was precariously swaying in the middle of the corridor, one of its chains almost completely unhooked from the ceiling. Worry washed over her. If it fell, it would shatter into a thousand pieces, or worse, hurt someone.
With no time to waste, Prim fetched the ladder from the utility closet and set it up beneath the chandelier. Determined to fix the problem before it got worse, she carefully climbed up, her brow furrowed in concentration. As she balanced on the top rung, her fingers fumbled with the metal links, trying to reattach the loose chain.
Just then, the front door swung open, and in walked her eldest sister, Prue. Prue's presence was always a mix of authority and calm. She stepped inside with her usual grace, draping her long black coat over the entryway hook. When she spotted Prim on the ladder, her eyes narrowed with concern.
"Prim, what are you doing up there?" Prue's voice was firm, tinged with a hint of protectiveness.
"Trying to fix this stupid thing," Prim muttered, her frustration evident. "It's dangling like a loose tooth. Whose turn was it to wait for the electrician today?"
Prue sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Piper was supposed to be home for that. I guess she got caught up again."
Before Prim could respond, the front door creaked open a second time, and they heard a familiar voice calling out.
"Prue? Prim?" Piper's voice echoed throughout the manor, accompanied by the sound of her heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor.
"In here!" The sisters chorused, their voices blending perfectly, as they often did when they were all on the same page.
