Verse: Charmed
Characters: Mitzy, Margo, and Mabel Stillman
Disclaimer: Didn't create the characters, not making any money from this fic, you know the drill.
Continuity: Comes after my previous fanfiction entitledThe Sentencing of Three Blondes. As of the beginning of this story, Mitzy and Margo have been released from jail, but their powers are still bound. Mabel is still in jail.
Author: Ojuice5001
Chapter One
An Old Flame
Mitzy and Margo stood at the front door of a house in Philadelphia. Margo pushed the doorbell button at the same time as Mitzy yelled out, "Hey Mike! Are you home?"
Mike opened the door. He was a young-looking guy, blond, with a well-trimed full beard. "Mitzy! What are you doing here?"
"Well, you see," said Mitzy, "we had this little mishap where some enemy witches binded our powers..."
"The word is 'bound,' Mitzy," said Margo with a sneer.
"Shut up, Margo! A lot of people make that mistake," said Mitzy. "Anyway, Mike, I remember that you're a really good warlock, and I was thinking that you could, you know, unbind them for us? Okay? For old times' sake, my sweet little marshmallow?" As Mitzy spoke, she was getting closer to Mike and beginning to hug him.
"Uh, sure," said Mike. "I'll start on it first thing in the morning."
"Awesome," said Mitzy. "Margo and I will crash here for the night."
The next day at about eleven, Mike had finished making a device for restoring his old girlfriend's powers.
"The first thing I'll need is a metal object that belongs to one of you," he said, holding a magical orb in his hand.
"Let's see..." Mitzy looked through her purse. "All I have is this nail file. It's just a cheap knockoff brand that will bend like a twig if you push it too hard. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Yeah," said Mike. "In fact, it works better if it matches the personality of the witch it's for."
"Hey, watch the insults, bub--" said Mitzy.
"Oh, chill out, Mitzy," said Margo. He's doing us a favor, so let's get this done right away.
Mike held the orb in his hand, and spoke the words of the spell:
"Three witches got in a catfight, now their powers are bound
But they will get them back, for they are loyal, loyal as my faithful hound."
He crushed the orb, and glowing energy flowed from the orb into Mitzy's nail file.
Mike began his explanation of how his spell worked. "You lost your powers when you were quarrelling among yourselves. So what you need to do is hold the nail file and sincerely admit that you were wrong about something."
"All right then, said Margo, holding the nail file. "I was wrong to think that you did sleep with Chris."
The nail file glowed a bright blue.
Mitzy took the nail file in her hand. "And I should have been more sensitive about how you were upset. It must have sucked for you, how Mabel and I had the Charmed Ones' powers and you didn't."
The nail file glowed a bright blue.
"So now we've got our powers back, right? said Mitzy, her wide eyes and broad grin revealing her eagerness to get her powers back.
"Not quite," said Mike. It won't take effect until the other sister admits she was wrong about something. What's she up to these days, anyway?"
Mitzy and Margo exchanged a look. They were both thinking the same thing: This is going to be tougher than we thought.
"Well," said Margo, "we'd better get back to San Francisco. Mike, can you teleport us there so we don't have to worry about a car?"
Mitzy was smiling at Mike as she said, "Margo, I think a complicated spell like that will have to wait until tomorrow."
"What? How is it complicated? Even we used to be able to use those bottles of perfume to--"
Margo broke off when she saw that Mitzy wasn't listening to her, but was focused on making out with her old boyfriend.
"It's late enough that we might as well spend the night, sweetie," said Mitzy. "We can wait until tomorrow."
"But it's only eleven AM," said Margo, exasperated.
Characters: Mitzy, Margo, and Mabel Stillman
Disclaimer: Didn't create the characters, not making any money from this fic, you know the drill.
Continuity: Comes after my previous fanfiction entitledThe Sentencing of Three Blondes. As of the beginning of this story, Mitzy and Margo have been released from jail, but their powers are still bound. Mabel is still in jail.
Author: Ojuice5001
Chapter One
An Old Flame
Mitzy and Margo stood at the front door of a house in Philadelphia. Margo pushed the doorbell button at the same time as Mitzy yelled out, "Hey Mike! Are you home?"
Mike opened the door. He was a young-looking guy, blond, with a well-trimed full beard. "Mitzy! What are you doing here?"
"Well, you see," said Mitzy, "we had this little mishap where some enemy witches binded our powers..."
"The word is 'bound,' Mitzy," said Margo with a sneer.
"Shut up, Margo! A lot of people make that mistake," said Mitzy. "Anyway, Mike, I remember that you're a really good warlock, and I was thinking that you could, you know, unbind them for us? Okay? For old times' sake, my sweet little marshmallow?" As Mitzy spoke, she was getting closer to Mike and beginning to hug him.
"Uh, sure," said Mike. "I'll start on it first thing in the morning."
"Awesome," said Mitzy. "Margo and I will crash here for the night."
The next day at about eleven, Mike had finished making a device for restoring his old girlfriend's powers.
"The first thing I'll need is a metal object that belongs to one of you," he said, holding a magical orb in his hand.
"Let's see..." Mitzy looked through her purse. "All I have is this nail file. It's just a cheap knockoff brand that will bend like a twig if you push it too hard. That's okay, isn't it?"
"Yeah," said Mike. "In fact, it works better if it matches the personality of the witch it's for."
"Hey, watch the insults, bub--" said Mitzy.
"Oh, chill out, Mitzy," said Margo. He's doing us a favor, so let's get this done right away.
Mike held the orb in his hand, and spoke the words of the spell:
"Three witches got in a catfight, now their powers are bound
But they will get them back, for they are loyal, loyal as my faithful hound."
He crushed the orb, and glowing energy flowed from the orb into Mitzy's nail file.
Mike began his explanation of how his spell worked. "You lost your powers when you were quarrelling among yourselves. So what you need to do is hold the nail file and sincerely admit that you were wrong about something."
"All right then, said Margo, holding the nail file. "I was wrong to think that you did sleep with Chris."
The nail file glowed a bright blue.
Mitzy took the nail file in her hand. "And I should have been more sensitive about how you were upset. It must have sucked for you, how Mabel and I had the Charmed Ones' powers and you didn't."
The nail file glowed a bright blue.
"So now we've got our powers back, right? said Mitzy, her wide eyes and broad grin revealing her eagerness to get her powers back.
"Not quite," said Mike. It won't take effect until the other sister admits she was wrong about something. What's she up to these days, anyway?"
Mitzy and Margo exchanged a look. They were both thinking the same thing: This is going to be tougher than we thought.
"Well," said Margo, "we'd better get back to San Francisco. Mike, can you teleport us there so we don't have to worry about a car?"
Mitzy was smiling at Mike as she said, "Margo, I think a complicated spell like that will have to wait until tomorrow."
"What? How is it complicated? Even we used to be able to use those bottles of perfume to--"
Margo broke off when she saw that Mitzy wasn't listening to her, but was focused on making out with her old boyfriend.
"It's late enough that we might as well spend the night, sweetie," said Mitzy. "We can wait until tomorrow."
"But it's only eleven AM," said Margo, exasperated.
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