Study Hall -- Friday, November 18th

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Pool table, puppies, kittens, pizza, drinks, and loud music. Study hall is pretty chaotic today.

There is also a mechanical device spread out in slightly charred pieces of Sarah's desk. Anybody who looked at her badly scribbled notes might think it was a very crude amateurish attempt at a time machine.

Sarah is nowhere to be seen.

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[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor smiled and leaned forward to whisper, "Piper, I know exactly how powerful the Charmed Ones are."

[absolutesnark]

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"You... what? You know?" Piper asked, her anger now replaced with sudden fear.

[demonbelthazor]

"You okay, Piper?" Belthazor said with feigned concern, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder. "You look kinda pale. Did you catch the flu from Phoebe?"

[absolutesnark]

Piper pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me."

She tried to compose herself. "How do know about that?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Everybody knows, Piper," Belthazor said. "It's kinda hard to miss. How's Prue's TK coming along?"

[absolutesnark]

Piper blinked in confusion. "How could anyone know? My sisters and I didn't tell anyone..."

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor shrugged. "Word's spreading somehow, I guess. Don't know if it's reached the Source yet. But you know I won't let anything happen to Phoebe, Piper. I love her. And I won't let anything happen to her sisters, either, if I can help it."

[absolutesnark]

"How do I know you can be trusted? You could have been sent here by the Source to destroy all of us." Piper really hoped what she said was not true.

[demonbelthazor]

Belthazor raised an eyebrow. "Your sister's been living alone with me for a couple weeks now. If I wanted to kill her, I could've easily done so by now. And why would I tell you about this if I wanted to kill you? That doesn't make sense."

[absolutesnark]

"Nothing makes sense anymore," Piper said quietly. She left the classroom without another word, clearly upset.

[demonbelthazor]

As Belthazor watched Piper walk away, his cell phone beeped with a text message. He pulled out the phone and read it, grimacing. He deleted the message and put his phone away.