Despite the fact that Phoebe enjoyed being a witch – and had, ever since she’d been granted her powers – what she was not enjoying was being separated from her sisters. She’d tried scrying for them and calling for them with magic over the past year, but she had yet to find them. She knew that they were still alive, because if Piper and Paige were dead Phoebe had no doubt that she’d feel their deaths, particularly since she was the empathy of the family. As she left the cafeteria to head back to her room, she thought of them again, and hoped they’d somehow make their way there.
Phoebe was biting back a yawn while stretching, and stepped into her cell. Her honey almond gaze shifted, then widened when she saw a dark-haired woman in her cell. “Hello, can I - Prue?!” The name escaped as a half gasp of surprise when she recognition slammed into her, despite the fact that all she saw was her back and hair.