It didn't take long before Piper was familiar with the prison and had grown to get used to the idea of living there. I mean, it was better than freezing to death in the blizzard.
Still, Piper had barely seen her roommate. The time that she spent was with her sister Phoebe, knowing that if they were together, they would be stronger. Phoebe had welcomed her into a room, the scent and the overall feel of it was sacred - it was safe enough to practice their craft and as long as they had the book of shadows, they had a chance. Blackwell, it felt familiar, but she didn't quite know anything about them, except of course that bad vibe. "Who are they? Demons? Warlocks?"