Melinda Halliwell's Story

Melinda was spread out on the sofa, in the sunroom of her parent's home. Well, the ancestral home that it when she hears a knock on the door. "Can you get that" one of her brothers yells from upstairs, as her parents were out for the day. Mel smiled and slammed her book down on the sofa, and walked to the front door. "Of course" she cried and walked to the front door, opening it to revile PJ standing before her in a rather cute outfit.

"Hey P.J!" Mel smiled, "What's up come in!" she exclaimed and opened the door for her.

"Hey Mel." P.J. said as she hugged her tightly. "Exams, agr, aren't they the worse. In addition, I think I need to use the Book Of Shadows to call forth a muse. I am totally stuck with my new fashion line ideas."

As if to say that it wasn't the only thing, P.J.'s tummy started to grumble. P.J. looked embrassed at her cousin. "I came from my study group."

Melinda smiled at her cousin, the cousins always had a strong relationship but something seemed a little off about her today. Maybe it was just stress or fatigue but she seemed far from the bright happy girl Mel grew up with it. "Um.. what?" she laughed and moved away from the door inviting her inside.

"You know that the Book of Shadows isn't a toy P.J," Mel said shutting the door behind her pointing to the kitchen. "Mom Left some leftovers in the fridge, by the way." she smiled and escorted her to the kitchen where a large pot was boiling on the stove. The kitchen was filled with the scent of wildflowers, and Mel took in a deep breath a smiled. "Sorry, I'm making soap," she said pointing to the stove. She walked to the fridge and pulled out a container of Chicken Parm and placed it in the microwave.

"Wail that's warming up," she smiled and looked back at her cousin. "What's this about wanting a muse?"

Mel laughed a little with her cousin, P.J had always been her favorite cousin. "I mean it's not really up to me." she said. "Wyatt and Chris are upstairs with it now, you'll have to convince them." she snicked, as the microwave gave a sharp "Done" sound, and she grabbed the plate and placed it on the counter for her cousin, grabbing a fork and knife from the drawer and setting them besides for her.

"Drink?" she asked and motioned to the fridge.

"In any case, I would use the Aunt Paige did it so I can argument. Wyatt will just retort that we should learn from their mistakes."