SUMMARY: AU. Set when they are teens. Paige knows she is a whitelighter witch, and attends magic school. she also trains to be a whitelighter. the charmed ones have just had there powers activated, and Phoebe is going to do a couple of lessons in magic school per day. Grams is not dead, and Paige knows Leo. The parents also know about Paige, and excepts her for it.

AGES:

PRUE: 22- Works.
PIPER: 19- college.
PHOEBE: 17- School.
PAIGE: 16- school.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own charmed, But Cheree Sirois-Chermant is mine.

(By the way, I'm english, so if I get anything wrong about the education system, I appologize. I've done research, but I might still get it wrong.)

PAIGE'S P.O.V-

I wake up to the sound of a phone ring. Yawning turn around, to see the time, and to get my phone. I groan to myself when I realize that my phone woke me 10 minutes before my alarm. Well, at least now I know I won't wake up late.

"Hello?" I ask into the phone, while yawning again.
"Paige? Are you up?" A delicate voice comes from the other end. The image of my best friend, Cheree, comes into my head.
"I am now," I complain, miserabley, while getting out of bed. I hear soft laughter, what makes me smile as well.
"Sorry, Paigey. But, I haven't done the science homework..." Cheree trails off, her voice hopefull. It's my turn to laugh now. Cheree may be rebelious in many ways, but I don't think she's ever missed a homework.
"Sure, I'll tell you the answers." I assure her. Depending we go to a school for magic, you wouldn't think we'd have to do oridanary subjects, but we do.
"Thankyou so much, Paige! You are my hero." She says. I laugh again at her, and starts to list off the answers.

"Morning," I say, as I enter my kitchen. Dad's sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, and mom's making toast. After I had finished telling Cheree the answers to the homework, I showered.
"Hey, sweetheart," Mom greets me. Dad just raises an eyebrow.
"You're down early- i wasn't expecting you for another, let's say, 20 minutes?" He remarks, and I just roll my eyes.
"I would give you ready made toast, but I didn't know you would be up this early." Mom joins in with the joke, though the twinkle in her eye tells me she heard me. I laugh with them. Although these are not my real parents, I couldn't wish for anyone else.

After I finish my breakfast, I tell them that I'm going to go earlier. I wanted to pay a visit to my whitelighter mentor first. They nod. Dad jokes that one of the many advantages of me being able to transport myself is that no-one has to drive me anywhere. I collect my books and stuff for Magic school, before hugging my parents goodbye and orbing.

PHOEBE'S P.O.V-

As usual, when my alarm wakes me up, I can already hear arguing. I think it is Prue arguing with grams.. about something. God knows what. It's different everytime. I walk out of my room, praying that there is enough hot water left for me to have a nice relaxing shower before school- later today I was going to an new school for a couple of lessons. I wanted to be relaxed for that.

"Morning, Phoebe!" Piper said brightly as she emerged from her room. Everyone knows her as the nice and calm one in this family. Unless you annoy her- then she probaly scarier than Prue.
"My shower!" I cry, darting in to there, just as piper began to make her way there. I hear her groan from outside the bathroom.
"Phoebe!" She moans.

All of this was normal day-to-day life at the Halliwell manor. No-one would think that three weeks ago, a huge bombshell got droped on us, upon Prue coming back from her travel around the world. We were witches: But not any old witch, but 'the charmed ones'. Grams, naturally, said we should carry on doing our normal things, but practice our craft. I was, after school, go to magic school for a couple of hours to help me. Piper, as she's in college, got out of it. Prue said she'll practice in the basement. God, that place gives me shivers. Sometimes, I hate being the youngest. Growing up, I always wanted a younger sister.

"Morning, grams, Piper," I say, pausing. "Prue," I sneer afterwards. Me and Prue, at the moment, was aruging. Causing us not to get a long so well. Apparently, she doesn't like the way I behave.
"Phoebe." She says, pleasantly. I know it's just an act- we promised grams that we had made up. I had forgot to pretend.

"Phoebe- big day today. Later, you'll go to magic school!" Grams says, choosing to overlook my sneer. I smile, weakily. I know that grams is excited over me going to Magic school, as she went there. She was upset that are powers got unlocked to early though. I don't know why- It's awesome. Obviously, I just have preminitions and levitating. But I'm greatful that I used to go to a martial arts lesson. Demons are creepy.

PAIGE'S P.O.V-

The next thing I see after orbing is the familiar walls of Magic school's library. It takes a second for me to get over the light-headed feeling. Even though I have been orbing all my life, I never have gotten totally used to it.
"Leo," I call for my mentor. As I am a witch-whitelighter, I don't need a whitelighter, but Leo is like it.
"Hello, Paige." He says, orbing in front of me. I smile at him.
"Hey, Leo," I greet him. "Anyway, I was thinking about our session later today- can we postpone it until tommorow?" I ask. He nods.
"Of course- for one, you never miss a lesson. for two, if you want to miss it, it must be important." He say, smiling kindly. If I was to discribe the medic in one word, it would be 'kind'.

"Paige! Paige! Paige!" Cheree says enthuasictly, from behind me, just as blue-white lights engulf leo. I embrace Cheree, grinning.
"Hey, Chez," I say, happily.
"Hey, Paige! You're here early." She said. I roll my eyes, while laughing.
"I wanted to talk to Leo." Cheree nods, understandingly. If anyone understands whitelighters, it's her. Cheree comes from a long line of witches, from both sides of her family, so she has a whitelighter- as well as her family one. Me and Cheree has been friends since we were 5, and I first came here. She's the only one out of my friends who knows that I am a Halliwell, and the fourth daughter of Patricia Halliwell.

"Do you wanna go find the others?" She asks me. I nod. The other consisted of my three other main friends- Nick Taylor, Jack Berry and Sandy Winters. Nick, unlike the others who were of magical descent, was a whitelighter. We had met as Leo and his metor are friends.

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