Dear Diary,

Someone's seriously yanking my chain. I apparently am a witch with magical powers. This is either a sick, sick joke or some idiot Up There has been taking hardcore drugs and in a single hallucigenic haze, has managed to make a David Lynch movie seem normal in comparison to my new life. The fact that I'm standing here waiting for a fat, greasy landlord to offer me accomodation while I talk to the disembodied voice in my head isn't helping my case any.

So, my question to the peanut gallery. How do I go about dealing with this supposed power of "deflection" that I have received?

Listen to a lot of country music and wait. You'll find out about your power sooner or later...

Dear Diary,
I had no idea life could be this exciting. As I write...or...rather tell this to you, I am standing in what appears to be an establishment for trading occult paraphernalia and whatnot, with a gaping wound above my left eye. How did this happen, I hear you ask? The answer is the result of one demon fight in which I got to save the life of some dude with Dolly the sheep tendencies and wrecked some faux-expensive living room furniture in the process.

Now, a small group of us are in the process of delving further into this new world and preparing for any similar future events. Forewarned being forearmed and all.

P.S. I met this cute girl, who also happens to be a witch as well. Something to do with shapeshifting. This could get very interesting indeed...

Dear Woefully Neglected Diary,

It has been a while since my last entry and a lot has happened, most of it becoming more and more complicated as time's gone on. I am currently in a police station attempting to find out some background information on the boyfriend, or rather the ex-boyfriend of my new girlfriend or I think she's going to be my new girlfriend. But given her reaction to thinking that he was cheating on her, I'm not so sure. Like I said, it's complicated.

Anyway, I'm kind of in two minds of going behind her back and doing what I'm about to do. On the one hand, it's obvious that they have a lot of history and seem to have gone through a lot and I could be seen as the jealous new guy who's trying to do everything he can to ward off the competition. But then there's that niggling little voice at the back of my head which wonders "How well does she know this guy?" over and over again. I mean take the forest incident for example. The thought hearing spell that I cast should have alerted us of his presence if he was just hiding, but she doesn't seem to have taken stock of that little fact and immediately jumped to the conclusion that he was there, having an affair with another girl. Which leads me to wonder whether she's just so good natured and naive that she can't see what's in front of her or that she's...blinded by love and again can't see what's in front of her.

I just don't know. Do I back off this quest for the truth or do I trust what my instincts are screaming at me to do?

A little advice if you please would, Voice.

You don't want to mess with Cole.

Tell me, Voice, is it really too much to ask to be surrounded by witches who know what the hell they're doing when involved in a quest that has a five per cent chance of success?

My main gripe is with a witch named Theo. No wait. Scratch that. He's an insult to witches everywhere. The imbecille started off playing hide and seek and wasting precious time. Then there was the time where he partially turned invisible and rolled only his head on the floor, pretending to be dead, while we were busy trying to find out where the hell we were. And to top it all off, the little asshole had the nerve to make ultimatums about how we had to be nice to him or else he'd storm off like the little girl that he is. Actually, he did in the end but that's neither here nor there. My point, Voice, is that morons like that should not be allowed to breed, let alone be given magical powers and responsibilities.

On the semi positive side, I guess I've discovered that I'm really not a patient person. At all.

Great.

Now stop bitching.

T'is a long time since we last spoke, non? And what has happened since then? Well I'll tell you. A lot.

Since coming back from that quest thingy, I and a few others managed to turn Carys back into a human. Then I ran into this green freak with ginger hair at the magic shop, babbling on about a Trifork or some other bullshit. I'm being stalked by this whore called Marissa, who made me slut it up with her at the magic shop. Against my will, might I add. Got back to the club, did a spell that fucked up and brought the bitch back to me again but this time with the fun added bonus of not letting either one of us leave a room without the other.

But it doesn't stop there, oh no. We did it on the table and were interrupted by the self-absorbed asswipe known as Luke, who proceeded to make a feeble attempt at blackmailing me into fighting some random demon called Belthazor. Naturally, I shall not be concerned if he gets himself killed. Is it a bad thing that I find myself wanting this Belthazor to snap his neck and end it all?

In other news, I no longer work at P3, which has given me more free time to get back to my magical roots.
















...Oh and I resurrected Prue, the Charmed Ones' eldest dead sister. Fuck knows how that happened...

Perhaps it was just a 'greater power' who wished to see her return and has been looking for a decent opportunity for a while now.

Hee. Greater Power.