Halliwell Manor has been empty for several years. The layer of dust that has accumulated on the furniture is unpleasantly thick. There are cobwebs in every corner, waiting to spring themselves on an unsuspecting visitor. The rooms smell musty, like a waterlogged library. Though the garden shows signs of maintenance, the interior is oppressively lifeless. Without people to fill it, the house has become a shadow of its former self. Underneath all of that, the place is the same as the sisters remember. Halliwell Manor looks like home.
He starts to speak, then stops.
"I was planning to kill all three of you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to," he says finally. "I think that's as complete as we're getting."
"I still want to go through the plan and convert him to the side of good."
She is not particularly happy with the part about his true plans.
"Felicia, are you sure you want it to be Trix? Maybe we should talk through this first."
"I think we need the Book of Shadows for the ceremony. Should we take this party upstairs?"
Also appearing via orb is this handsome stranger, scion of a powerful and noble line of witches-
"Bartholomew Marks, of the very noble line of Marks witches. I was told that you ladies need someone to officiate?"
"What we need is to convert a warlock to the side of Good," she points at Theo, "and apparently that can be achieved through marriage by a high priest."