This is probably the quickest way to get the FBI knocking at my door again but I need to get home, and I'm liking the idea of pooling resources together.
I'm Paige Matthews. I'm twenty-six, youngest of three. Doting aunt to two wonderful baby boys. Headmistress of Magic School and could I sound any more boring? You've probably already read it in my enlightening conversation with Eve, but it wouldn't hurt to say it again ... yes, I'm a witch. No, I am not evil. I don't have warts and I will turn you into something ugly if you call me ma'am. I don't ride a broom, wear a pointy hat ... though if you ever want to know the symbolism behind them, I'd be more than happy to share with you. And, I did try cackling once, but it just didn't feel right.
I'm half-witch, half-whitelighterangel. I can't think of any bad jokes for that one, but whatever they are, I probably can't or won't do it.
Now that that's out of the way. Nice to meet you all, even if the circumstances suck. Forced-dimensional travelling is never a fun thing.
Of course I wouldn't have a single grimoire in sight. It figures. I'm willing to bet they might have come in handy right about now.
Are you alright, River? Safe?
I can't even begin to describe how wrong typing on a computer feels.