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charmed | pre-season one
e. hathaway standalone
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one halloweentown
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EVANORA WAS NOT IMPRESSED WITH HILLTOWN. But, well, coming from a city to a small town that had a community college and the most exciting thing to see there were the football games...well, there wasn't much to be impressed with so you have to forgive her.
The Elders, out of the kindness of their hearts, provided Evanora and Colleen with a house already set up for them when they arrived, planting there after one of them suggested the town. Evanora was sure it was Elder Vera, seeing as she lived in the tiny town. Really, she didn't know how anyone stayed here once they had the chance to leave – she would be crawling up the wall if this was her hometown.
"You should be grateful," Colleen reprimanded her when she complained about her own life, "The Elders could've left us to fend for ourselves."
Evanora snorted. Because she was a whitelighter, she couldn't imagine the Elders as unemotional beings who cared nothing for her or the death of her mother. She saw the good in them, but Evanora wasn't blinded by the same loyalty; she saw right through them since she was young and her mother kept getting called away on business. She saw right through them when her mother was gathering blades to kill a demented witch – for the greater good, she had said. Evanora didn't believe it.
"If they did, I'd still be with my friends," Evanora snapped back then, turning around and going to her room even if it didn't feel like such.
Her old room had a dark purple accent wall, with stars in the ceiling from when she fell in love with astronomy as a child. The vanity was her grandmother's with polaroids lining the edges, capturing all the people she left. It held memories and felt like home while this room, with grey walls and no stars on the ceiling, felt like a hotel. Not hers. Not home.
Nothing felt like home anymore.
She didn't have her mom (even if they were at odds most of the time), she didn't have Jane, she didn't have the markings on the doorway of her height over the years. All she had was a woman who didn't know her but was supposed to look after her and care for her, protect her from all harm, and a shitty small town with a house that the Elders so graciously gave them.
Ugh. Evanora hated this Halloweentown.
Because that's exactly how this town felt. There was something dark; cloudy weather all the time, a chillness up her spine prickling the back of her neck as if someone was staring at her, the air feeling just a bit off. Colleen brought it up to be light and airy but it felt like the complete opposite.
There were witches there – she was living testament to it – and whitelighters and probably some creepy-crawly demons roaming around waiting to strike. Evanora wouldn't be surprised if there was. It was a Halloweentown and she wasn't a fan; she just wanted to go home but apparently that wasn't say anymore. The place where her mother's grave rested wasn't safe anymore and she couldn't even go see the woman who raised her.
