The woman seemed a little disoriented, and he wondered if she needed healing. He was still rubbish at it, and of course Wyatt had mastered it (back when he was a boy, if his mother was to be believed. Wasn't there something he could have at least done first before the most magical being of all time? As if he didn't have enough of an inferiority complex as it was!)
Why would she be vanquishing demons, he wondered. Her reaction made no sense, and from the way she was talking, it sounded as if she knew his mom and aunts personally. Her words about his dad made no sense, and he tried to answer. He had no idea what to say.
But when she told him her name, he couldn't help but laugh. Prue was... well Prudence was his sister's first name, but she'd been called Mel ever since he could remember. His laugh was sceptical as he tried not to think the unimaginable. The more he thought it ridiculous, the more he remembered the slowly fading photograph on the wall above the stairs. A photo of a woman dead long before he was even born. The fact she looked just like her was making a rather surreal shiver run down his spine. Just as quickly, his training kicked in.
"You're Prue Halliwell?" He'd heard of demons try before to pose as the Charmed Ones, but this one was obviously years out of date (even if their glamour was pretty damn good). He stood there, arms folded. There was no way he was bringing her back into the manor. He just wished he'd remembered to bring along a couple of vanquishing potions.
"Well if you're Auntie Prue, then you'll looking hella good for a dead chick in her early fifties."