❝This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.❞
charmed | pre-season one
e. hathaway standalone
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five warning signs
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EVANORA BRUSHED THROUGH HER HAIR AS COLLEEN STOOD IN THE DOORWAY OF HER ROOM WITH HER ARMS CROSSED. Of course, as she always did, Evanora ignored the whitelighter in favor of humming and fixing her hair to look perfect for her night out. Well, that made it sound like she was clubbing when in reality she was just going to a football game to watch Brian play, Diana cheer, and sit really close to Tommy and Maggie to warm herself up.
The displeasure of the whitelighter was known, seeing as her feeling practically clouded up the air in the room, but Evanora did not comment on it or even acknowledge the almost disappointed look that Colleen was giving her. Even Colleen was not going to break her spirit. She was rebuilding her life, as Colleen had practically ordered her to do, so the woman had no right being mad at her for going out on a Friday night instead of training.
She applied a little more gloss to her lips after finishing with her hair, smiling at herself in the mirror. Colleen fidgeted for a second before breaking the silence between them. "I don't like you going out," she voiced her already obvious opinion, "This is valuable time we could have training and helping you grow as a witch just in case of a demon attack."
Evanora sighed, shutting her eyes before calming herself and looking at the whitelighter. "Look, Colleen, I'm not just a witch, I'm also a teenage girl. And teenage girls go to football games with their friends, they don't spend their Friday nights training."
"But you're not just a teenage girl," Colleen pointed out, "And witches train to protect themselves against demons. Especially those who have already had a member fall victim to an attack."
There was a pang in her heart, not just for her mother's death but because of the guilt that Colleen was trying to make her feel. To make her feel like the football game was pointless and she was being reckless and that she was going to end up with the same fate as her mother all because of this one night she wanted to have fun and just be Evanora Hathaway the Teenager and not Evanora Hathaway the Teenage Witch.
"Well, I already agreed to go out, so it's not like I can back out now," Evanora looked away from her and back to herself in the mirror, but as she looked to see the sad sight of her eyes, she looked down to ignore it, "And it keeps up appearances. Weren't you the one who said that we needed to blend into this town? Well, this is how I do that."
"Don't go twisting my words," Colleen shook her head, stepping into the room and Evanora tensed, "Normal teenagers can decide to stay at home because they aren't feeling well."
"But I feel fine," Evanora smiled brightly at her, but it was only her mouth that reflected happiness as the rest of her was numb. She was tired of having this argument with Colleen, "So I'm going out and I won't be home until late and it's going to be fine because you're still going to wake me up at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow so that I can exhaust myself training because, apparently, that's what whitelighters are for."
