Piper's been living in Seattle for the last few years, ever since she'd lost Jordan and David and needed somewhere to lay low while they worked on their plan. Since arriving, she hasn't been engaged with the community. She was nice enough to her neighbors, of course, but she laid low.

Imagine her surprise when she received an invitation to a party at Rose Red. A house she's sure she's heard about in passing. She's not sure what prompts her to go, likely her curiosity, but here she is. She's helped out of the car that was sent for her, wearing a sleek black dress (with a knife or two strapped to her side) and shown to the door.

Her gut, something she listens to a lot these days, tells her everything about this is bad but when in Rome. In addition, her senses prickle much like her house in England made her prickle. Only this one wasn't a familiar and warm presence. No, this one was much, much different.

"Oh, you are not a fun one, are you? Though you think you are," she says, mostly to herself, and stares at the home for a long moment before shoving the presence out of her mind. She would stay for an hour and then go.

[ooc: open to all prompts! have a witch that no doubt the house would love to stay. ]