metallic || charmed

three

"DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE OVERREACTING? YOU'RE PERFECTLY SAFE HERE." The second the power went out, Piper started freaking out.

"Don't say that, in horror movies the person who says that is always the next to die," Piper said, fast walking over to the front door.

"Actually, the first to die is the first one who tries to leave." the two girls turned to Primrose, "Usually, they'll get you the second you open the door." she put her hands up in the air, positioning them like she was holding onto an ax, and then swiftly threw her arms out to the side, pretending to behead someone, "Then wham! You're headless."

Primrose left the two after that, going to find Phoebe. She was the kitchen, looking for a flashlight. "Attic?" Primrose asked.

She nodded and offered Primrose a flashlight, but she declined and pulled out a jumbo lighter from her sports bra. Phoebe shook her head, "Don't let Prue catch you with that."

"She touches me and I scream." Phoebe shook her head in amusement.

The girls walked out of the kitchen, and over to the stairs. At the sound of their footsteps, Piper turned to them, "Prim will go down with you to the basement, won't you Prim?"

"Hell no," Primrose scoffed, "we're going to the attic."

"No you're not, we already agreed," Prue said, joining in on the conversation.

Primrose put her hands on her hips, "And when was this? Huh? Because I don't recall ever having a conversation where I agreed to do something you told me to do." she spun around on her heels, starting to walk up the stairs.

"Prim you're not-"

The teenager cut her off, "Watch me." she got to the last step and walked towards the attic, leaving Phoebe to deal with her sisters. A few seconds later, Phoebe came joined her, and the two of them walked the rest of the way to the attic together.

They came to stop in front of the attic door, Primrose twisted the knob and tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't budge. She stepped aside so Phoebe could try. "Put your back into it you old hag."

Phoebe turned to glare at Primrose but continued to try to push the door open. She had no luck. Primrose tilted her head to the side, thinking of another way they could get the door open, "Let me try something."

Phoebe and Primrose stepped back, "What are you going to-" Primrose lifted her foot in the air, and kicked the door as hard as she could. The door didn't budge, and Primrose pouted, "So much for my kickboxing lessons."

Just as the two girls were about to walk away, the door opened. Primrose looked at Phoebe with a grin, "Wicked."

Primrose was the first to go in, Phoebe stopping at the door and shining her flashlight around the dark room. While Phoebe was looking at a bunch of old stuff, Primrose noticed a trunk that was illuminated by the moonlight. "Woah."

She walked over to the trunk, quickly opening it. Primrose peered inside, seeing a huge book sitting at the bottom. She pulled the book out, immediately noticing the heavy layers of dust covering the front cover.

She scrunched her nose up and passed the book to Phoebe. The girls sat down beside the trunk, Phoebe on the left side, and Primrose on the right. Phoebe held to book up at eye level for a second before bringing it down to her lips. She opened her mouth, ready to blow the dust off the book, but Primrose stopped her - well tried to stop her.

"Don't do that, I'm-" she ignored her and blew the dust off, all the particles going directly into Primrose air. She sighed, already feeling a familiar twinge in her nose, "allergic to dust."

Phoebe gave her an apologetic look, "Sorry, I forgot."

"What is that thing anyway?" Primrose asked, right before she sneezed.

The other girl shrugged, "I don't know, I've never seen it before."

She sneezed again, then looked over at Phoebe with an expectant look on her face, "Well? Are you going to open it?"

She stood up going being to, so she could look over her shoulder as the older girl opened the book. Primrose quickly moved her head to the side, feeling another sneeze coming.

Phoebe said something, then turned the page. The page was filled with writing, Primrose quickly read it in her head, not paying attention to what Phoebe was doing.

Primrose rolled her eyes when she finished reading the page, going from this page, and this page alone, she assumed that it was some dumb spellbook, one Grams probably got from a garage sale. Before she could spew out any comedic insults, Prue and Piper came in. Phoebe started telling the two about the book, but Primrose wasn't really paying attention to them.

She walked away from the three sisters, going over a corner filled with boxes of her father's old things. She looked at the boxes with a slight frown, she hadn't seen any of her father's things since Grams had packed them up after his funeral.

"I think I'm gonna stay up here." Primrose glanced back at the three girls. Prue immediately opened her mouth to protest, but Piper elbowed her in the ribs and nodded her head towards the boxes.

Prue started speaking, but Primrose didn't hear her, too focused on the boxes to pay attention to whatever she was saying.

A few seconds later, Primrose looked around the attic to see if they had left, and they had, leaving her alone with her father's things.

She picked up the first box and carefully went through the contents. The box held a bunch of his old clothes, going from when he was a newborn to when he was a pre-teen.

She glanced at the other boxes in the stack and assumed that they were just his clothes. She also assumed that, since the first box held clothes from his early years, the ones on the bottom were filled with his most recent clothes.

And she was right, the box on the bottom had clothes that he had frequently worn before he passed. She went through the box, setting aside a few shirts and jackets to take back with her to her room.

When she got to the very bottom, she saw his brown leather bomber jacket. It was his favorite jacket of all time, he used to wear it every day when he was a teenager. He didn't wear it as much after he joined the army, but he still loved it and brought it with him on his tours just in case he got the chance to wear it. She gently took it out of the box and set it on her lap.

Primrose could faintly smell the scent of whiskey coming from the jacket, her father's drink of choice. She ran her fingers over the cold material, straightening out the sleeves and unfolding the cuffs.

She held the jacket up and slipped her arms into the sleeves. She moved the collar up so it was closer to her face and breathed in the scent of the jacket, it smelled just like her father.

She laid back and rested her head onto the pile of his old clothes, the faint scent of whiskey and his cologne filling the air around her and lulling her into a sleep full of memories of him.