"This is getting boring." The elders sat "up there" in a circle, picking their nails and contenplating changing the ugly fake crushed velvet of their robes.
"Yeah." Another elder responded to the first. "It is, we need to shake things up a bit."
"Destruction of the world, anyone?" A third elder piped up, waving their hand like destruction of the world was a completely normal topic of conversation.
"Nah, that's so overused." It was the second elder this time, who offered another, just as bad idea. "How about another kid. That always makes things cooler."
"Okay. No. There are too many little ones running around the world already. We don't need another one of those annoying little things." The third elder immiately ve-towed that idea.
"Ooooh…I've got an idea." The first elder burst into macanical laughter and told the rest their plan. The others agreed (With more macanical laughter, of course) that this was the perfect idea.
x x x x x x
"Chris! Wyatt! Melinda! School! Now!" Piper Halliwell called up to her two sons and her daughter. It was Chris's last day of his sophomore year at the local high school, and no way was Piper going to let him miss it. As it was, also, Wyatt was finishing junior year and her only daughter Melinda was just going to end seventh grade.
Paige dumped the enire box toaster waffles, 14 in total in the oven, set for one minute, beacause the toaster was broken and her husband Dean wasn't here to fix it. Dean was a witch blessed with the power to fix basically everything that was not alive, chairs, toasters, even the salad dropped all over the floor. No one wanted to eat it after that, of couse.
"You too, Bridget, Erin!" Paige opened the door to part of the extension on the Halliwell manor and stuck her head in. "Orb into the kitchen right now. Last day of school. Don't wanna miss it."
"Mhn." Bridget mumbled into her pillow. She was too tired to get up. It was too early.
Her older sister, Erin, however orbed her out of her bed and onto the floor.
"OUCH!" Bridget hit the wood with a distinct thonk.
"Do you sill want the top bunk?" Erin said with a smirk.
"Shutup, you." Bridget, using her orbing telekinesis, took a glass of water from her sister's dresser and orbed it on her head.
"Bridget! I'm all wet!" Erin, dripping, yelled at her sister, totally prepared to orb her onto Mars right then.
"Oh, ho, look who's taking a shower! But, knowing our cousins, Penelope's probobly already in the upstairs one, and Patrick in the downstairs one, and don't count on them coming out for another hour or so!" Bridget laughed as Erin stalked out of the room, still soaking wet, slamming the door quite loudly behind her.
Bridget was right. Penelope was in the upstairs shower, and her twin brother Patrick was in the downstairs one.
Erin began to bang on the door. "PENELOPE PRUEDENCE HALLIWELL GET OUT OF THE SHOWER RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ORB YOU OUT!" Erin screamed shamelessly at her cousin.
Penelope was in the middle of a nice shower when Erin began banging on the door, yelling at her to get out. And Penelope, not wanting to be orbed out, which, in expirience was very unpleasent, she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel.
"Jeez, not had your coffee yet or something?" Penelope poked her head out the door at Erin.
"No, and, to make matters worse, Bridget orbed a glass of water on my head."
"Tough luck." Penelope walked across the hall to the room she shared with her twin brother, Patrick. She chose a black ruffled miniskirt, a white tanktop with the initial "P" printed in cursive on the bottom left hand corner. She wore her bright yellow flats and flat-ironed her light brown hair with the freshly colored blonde highlights. Penelope did her makeup, using lots of mascara, and of course, pink lipgloss.
"Did Aunt Paige make this?" Wyatt poked and the waffle in front of him.
"Yep, did 'em all by myself." Paige said, quite proudly.
"Then I'm not eating it." Wyatt pushed the plate away towards his younger cousin, Ivan.
"I don wanth it." Ivan said, pushing it back to Wyatt. He had just lost his front teeth a few days ago, and was speaking with an obvious lisp.
"Fine then, I will orb it somewhere far, far away from here." Wyatt joked, laughing as the toaster waffle grew cold.
"Come on, you guys. It's a toaster waffle. I dumped the whole box of them into the oven and cooked them for one minute, it honestly can't be that bad." Paige said, exasperated.
"Fine." Wyat picked up the maple syrup and began pouring generous amounts on his waffles. "If eggo made it, then I will eat."
"Hey there mister, go easy on the maple syrup, other people want some too you know." Piper snatched the maple syrup away from him and put it at the other end of the table.
"Thanks mom." Piper's daugher, Melinda, picked up the sticky maple syrup bottle and drizzled a little bit on her waffle in a intricate pattern.
"Lovely work Picasso, but I'd like the maple syrup now, as I would like to get to my last day of sophomore year on time." Chris used his telekinesis to move the maple syrup away from Melinda and let it pour itself in a perfect circle on his pancake without using his hands.
"No thair! Cwis dothent hath to get his hand all thsicky." Ivan held up his maple-syrup coated hands to show his mother.
"Oh, sweetie, let's go get you cleaned up before you touch anything." Pheobe plucked up her son and ran off with him to the bathroom."
Penelope and Patrick were the next ones to enter, and they came down the stairs, color-coordinated as usual, with black bottoms, white shirts and yellow shoes. They even had the same light brown hair with blonde highlights, alough Patrick's was quite a bit shorter then Penelope's, slightly shaggy, with his bangs covering his eyes, and his twin sister's hung to the middle of her back.
They sat down at the table and nodded toward their mother, who had gotten Ivan's hands cleaned off and was not sitting eating her waffle with him in her lap. She had, wisely, chose to use fruit to top her waffle, pointedly avoiding the maple syrup epidemic, which, at it's current state, had Penelope and Patrick trying to rip it out eachother's hands. Suddenly, Penelope let go in a state of shock.
"Oooh…premenition…" She wailed. A few seconds afterwards she snapped out of it.
"What did you see?" Patrick asked worridly, still clinging on to the bottle of maple syrup.
"I SAW YOU GIVING ME THE MAPLE SYRUP!" Penelope reached out to grab the bottle, but Patrick was too quick for her and levitated above her attack.
"Still mine." He smirked and from above, drizzled a bit onto his waffle. Penelope slumped down in her chair and sulked.
"All done." Still triumphent with his win, Patrick handed a sulking Penelope the mayple syrup.
"Ooh, mayple syrup." Bridget came bounding down the stairs, orbing her waffle and-just as Penelope was about to pour it onto her waffle, the mayple syrup to her on the way down.
Bridget had to shake the bottle a bit to get the maple syrup to come out but she did, and it squirted out onto her waffle. She then folded the waffle up in half, stuffed it in ther mouth, threw the maple syrup to Erin, who was coming down the stairs from her shower, and began her long, daily search for her backpack.
"Oh, god am I ever going to get the maple syrup?" Penelope threw up her hands in defeat and question.
"No." Was Wyatt's answer.
"Liar. You do think I'm going to get it sometime sooner or later!" Penelope struck back with her empathy. Wyatt just shrugged.
Erin finished with the bottle of syrup and handed it over to Penelope. Bridget, feeling naughty, turned invisible, and grabbed the maple syrup from behind Penelope before she could get her hands on it.
"Bridget!" Shrieked Penelope "SYRUP! NOW!"
"Fine." Bridget pouted and threw it back at Penelope, who shook it vigourously. She squeezed it several times. A almost belching sound came out. Penelope continued to shake and squeeze it.
"There's none left!" Penelope cried in disbelief. "Impossible!" and then, "I'm going to kill you all!"
"Don't joke about killing people in this house." Pheobe scolded her daughter.
"Yes mom." Penelobe said glumly and began to eat her sadly bare waffle.
"Next time I think we should just buy two bottles." Piper said.
Everyone agreed.
