Post by PAIGE MATTHEWS HALLIWELL on May 20, 2018 4:38:54 GMT
Paige Matthews orbed in the back of P3. She remembered when her older sister Piper Halliwell ran the club. It was recently passed down to her second born son Christopher Perry Halliwell. It was late tonight, and as Paige walked through the club she could not see her nephew who she loved so much.
A rock band was playing and she didn't know which one but the beat was great so she bobbed her head slowly to the beat. As she walked she moved her wrists slowly in the air dancing. Twirling once before making her way to a seat in the back of the club. A table for one.
Paige smirked a bit as she waved over a waiter and made her order for a fruity alcohol drink. The waiter left and Paige sighed. Things were not going good in her family, not at all. She knew this for awhile now. Paige was not blind to the lives of her children. She worried about them constantly. Not to mention it was her love of magic that was passed down to her children. So she knew their pull to magic. A mother understood that, but she also knew of the struggles of being a young adult and the mortal life was not easy.
As a whitelighter, even a retired one, Paige was experienced enough to feel when her children were in trouble. Ever since they were born she could sense them. This was useful when it came to demon attacks and it was a security Paige had learned to rely on to protect her children. It was much harder to accept that it was her children's time to fight the big bads of the world. Paige also knew that she had to trust that she raised them well.
The strawberry alcohol drink came to her table and drifting off into her mind, Paige twirled the straw of her drink with her left index finger. She recalled the birth of all her children. Tilting her head left she didn't realize how full the club was now.