Hi, I'm one of the three authors. I just wanted to explain a couple of things before you start the story. My two friends and I, a trio of witches, take over the Charmed Ones' responsibilities after they stop fighting demons. This first chapter is in third person, but all the rest will be in first. The chapter title will tell you whose point of view it's from. On to the story!

Wait, sorry. Disclaimer: We don't own anything you recognize. This goes for all upcoming chapters.

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The clock said 5:30 am. As 19-year-old Raven lay in bed, she could hear the water running in the shower. She got up and walked down the hall to the bathroom, knocked softly, and then went in.

"Rox, it's just me. I have to pee." Raven told the shower. She went back out into the hallway and to the third woman's room. "Rose! Rosie! Roooossse! Rosalyn Azure Callaway get your ass out of bed!" Raven got onto the bed and started jumping around. Rosalyn opened her eyes and saw Raven jumping on her bed.

"Ahhh!" she hollered, "Rae, what the hell?!"

"Time to rise and shine, bitch."

"That's not very nice."

"Nope." Raven replied, "Just get up. It's after 5:30."

"Alright, alright, crazy lady. I'm up, jeez!"

"Good." Raven told her. "I need to get dressed and then wake up Paolo." She turned and started walking out of the room, then turned back around to face Rosalyn. "By the way, I had the weirdest dream about your mother and sister last night…"

"Okay, well get out! I need to change!"

"Okay, Okay! I'm going." Raven turned and walked out of the room and into her own, where she changed into her clothes. She brushed out her black hair, which fell in loose curls just below her shoulders, went into the bathroom that Roxy had vacated, and did her morning routine. Then she walked to the last bedroom they had in the San Francisco apartment that they had moved into. She opened the door, and an eight-year-old black haired boy lay on the bed. She walked over and rubbed his back while calling his name softly.

"Paolo. Paolo, it's time to get up, sweetie. Come on, baby get up." The small boy opened his eyes, which were a dark blue to match hers, and sat up in bed. "Morning. It's time to get dressed for school, okay?" The boy nodded his head. "Good. Just come to the kitchen when you're dressed." She walked out of the room and to the kitchen where she started making pancakes. Rosalyn walked in, changed into her day clothes, but with her waist-length wavy light-brown hair a mess and half covering her blue-gray eyes. This look was typical of the 18-year-old in the morning. As she walked to the counter she stubbed her toe on a toy truck of Paolo's.

"Ugg!" she said loudly.

"Ugg?" Raven asked.

"Yes. Ugg is the new 'Shit!' Just like Green is the new Pink."

"Oh. So that's why you've been wearing a lot of green lately. I just thought you were celebrating the Leprechauns."

"Very funny." Rosalyn sat down, and then just started to crack up.

"What?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about when we were kids, and how you were the most irresponsible- now you're Mrs. Mom."

"Not Mrs." Raven said, thinking of her most recent failed relationship with a man named David Kent. She had wasted two years with him, until she dumped him two weeks ago when she found out that he had cheated.

"Details!" exclaimed Rosalyn dramatically.

"Yes, well details are important."

"There you go again!"

"No. That is not a mother talking – that is a woman enrolled in Art History."

"Good morning", said the 5'6" 19-year-old woman who was walking into the room. Standing an inch taller than Raven and half an inch taller than Rose, Roxy walked into the room all 'put together'. Not a strand of her "Black-Cherry" red hair (which fell just about elbow-length) was out of place, and her side-swept bangs fell nicely over her gray eyes.

"Good morning", both women returned her greeting.

"Pancakes?" Raven offered Roxy the plate.

"No, thank you. I have to get going. I won't be in until later – my brothers wanted me to stop by for goddess-knows-what." Roxy left, and Raven turned to Rosalyn.

"I've got a psychology class today, and then I work until 6 waitressing. Can you pick up Paolo for me, please?"

"Sure. Do you mind if I just drop him off at Mom's and let Cynthia watch him?"

"No, go ahead."

"Good, because I work in the office until 2, and then I have two meetings with authors and only half an hour in between – when I can pick him up."

"That's rough", Raven said after Rose described a busier-than-usual day as an editor working for a national publishing company.

"Yeah. Thanks for the pancakes. I'd better finish getting ready."

"No problem." Raven turned her head from Rose to look in the other direction. "Paolo?" she called. He walked out of his room, dressed and ready. "C'mere, kiddo. Pancakes for breakfast today…I made them." She put some on a plate for him, and then some on a second plate for herself. The phone rang, and Raven picked it up.

"Hi, is Roxy Landon there?" a male voice came out of the receiver.

"No. This is Raven Ryann, can I ask who is calling?"

"Just tell her that her boyfriend, Vince, called. Bye." The man hung up.

"Jerk." Raven talked to the dead phone. She put it down, and then ate her pancakes. When they were done Raven cleared the dishes into the dishwasher. "Okay, then – time for school. Grab your bag." The boy grabbed his bag and then took Raven's hand. She shimmered them to Magic School.

"Hey Paige!" Raven greeted the red-head at the door. "Door duty?"

"Yup." Paige bent down to be on the same level as her little student. "Hey Paolo. How are you today?"

"Good," he answered.

"Are you ready for school again after those weeks off?"

"Yeah."

"Great!" Paige put her hand out for a high-five, which the boy gave. "You know where to go."

"Alright, I'm going to leave. I have to go to school."

"Bye mommy", Paolo said to Raven.

"Bye." Raven shimmered back into the apartment, where she grabbed her bag that held her laptop, school books, and waitressing uniform. Then she went out to her black jeep and drove to college.

At 6 o'clock Raven checked out of the restaurant, got in the car, and drove to the apartment. She changed back into her regular clothes and shimmered to a country house. The mailbox said "The Callaway's". It was the house where Rosalyn's mother and sixteen-year-old sister, Cynthia Elizabeth, lived. Raven called Mrs. Callaway Mom, because she had lived with her for two years until Rose and she moved into an apartment in New York City with Roxy. As Raven stood on the porch she thought of her own mother and father who were killed by a demon three years ago, leaving her to raise a five year old all by herself at 16. Her brother, who was just inside, had mostly forgotten about their parents and so took to calling Raven "Mommy". Luckily, Mrs. Callaway let them move in. Mrs. Callaway helped as best she could, but Raven still had to go to school and work to buy what Paolo needed. Consequently, Raven had only three boyfriends, which she kept away from Paolo so he wouldn't have anymore changes in his life.

Raven was startled out of her thoughts by the door swinging open.

"Mom," Raven said as she walked forward to embrace the brunette that stood in the doorway.

"Hey stranger. I was surprised when Rosie said you'd be picking up the boy – you haven't been around much lately."

"I know – between school and work and taking care of Paolo I haven't been much of anywhere. I just picked up World Religions in addition to Psychology and Art History."

"Or could it be that you don't want to be anywhere after David Kent?" asked the all-knowing mother-figure. "I know you, and you're a social person but when you start throwing yourself into you're work I know you're upset."

"I guess I might be a little upset. But who wouldn't be when someone cheated on them?"

"Well, if you ever want to talk…"

"Thanks Mom."

"Well Paolo is in the back with Cynthia."

"Okay, I'll just go get him." Raven walked into the house and to the back where Paolo was practicing his levitation with Cynthia.

"Hey Cynthia. Want to come over for dinner tonight?" Raven asked the girl, who could be Rosalyn's twin except for the fact she was 16 and her hair was shorter and curly.

"Sure. We were practicing."

"I see." Raven picked Paolo up. "Having fun?" she asked him.

"Yes," he answered.

"Well it's time to go, but Aunt C. will be at dinner and maybe we will see Grams next week, okay?"

The boy thought about it, and then said, "O.K. Bye Aunt C. Bye-bye Grams."

"Bye Paolo." Mrs. Callaway replied, and then Raven shimmered Paolo and herself back to the apartment.

Their roommates were already home.

"Hey Roxy, how were the twins?" Rose asked, referring to Roxy's 21-year-old twin brothers Tristan and Kyle.

"Fine; dumb and crazy-like always."

"That sounds like the twins." Raven butted in.

"Hey Paolo, did you have fun with Cynthia?" Rose sat the boy on her lap.

"Yup. Practiced levitation. She is coming for dinner."

"Really? Cool!" Rosalyn set him down, stood up, and turned to Raven. "What's for dinner?"

"I don't know yet – I just got home. I need to go shopping tomorrow, so how about something easy, like Grilled Cheese and Tomato soup?"

"Yes!" Paolo hollered, because grilled cheese was his second favorite food – next to macaroni and cheese.

"Okay kiddo, how about you help Aunt Roxy set the table while Aunt Rose gets Cynthia and I start dinner", Raven suggested to Paolo, and they did. When dinner was ready Raven served it, and they all sat down for dinner. They chatted about what they did during the day and then Rose said she had something to tell them - a dream she had…

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Okay, the next chapter should be up tomorrow or the next day. Please review, and if you're confused about anything, just ask. Constructive criticism greatly appreciated.