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.
They find a ritual under 'Handfasting', which requires the presence of a High Priestess at sunrise or sunset.
The affianced are quite welcome to recite their own vows.
"Okay, I'm actually less cavalier about killing Theo than I'm letting on, but are we seriously considering this? And does even mean to turn him good?"
"Would we need to follow up with that offer, because that sounds like the sort of thing the so called Good Side would have a problem against."
"The other kinds of beings don't have ready ways to convert them? Also, you never said what a High Priestess is," Felicia points out.
"It does not scale, but one would at least think that is still a bit preferable to murder." Felicia says dryly.
"What are the other ways to get hold of a High Priestess that won't involve a seance?"
"Sounds like a good idea to get in touch with other good supernaturals."
"We are in no hurry. Or at least not enough that I would rather to risk the thing to fail."