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.
"At any rate..." Felicia clears her throat and the others follow suit.
"For those who want the truth revealed,
Opened hearts and secrets unsealed,
From now until it's now again,
After which the memory ends.
Those who now are in this house,
Will hear the truth from other's mouths."
"Figuring out if it works over the phone is not only about being able to learn the information from a distance. It would limit how I would interact to him through phones too, which would mean I would be careful with question through that device too."
"No, we are no," Fernanda says for all three of them," but an entire days is a long time and often requires interactions with multiple people. Does the magic care at all if we are honestly trying?"
"Personal gain is a load of crap the Elders served up expecting us to deal with it. If you're not using magic to help save people, it's personal gain. In this case you should be okay, because you cast the spell to find out if your own lives are in danger, and that's not personal gain because you being dead hurts the magical world."
"Fernanda, I know you hate to be told to be more chill about things, but in this case being mad probably doesn't help."
"Well, thank you. Now, if it turns out there is some kind of magic thing that only the purest of heart can use and that it can un-evil Warlocks, then this would be a good time to mention, because Felicia is the purest."