Wyatt POV

Mornings are always the worst in this household. It's been a month since Wyatt's six cousins moved in and he had to start sharing a room with his brother, Chris and his cousin, Henry. The other children were in rooms of three and two each, except for Pagen, who got the smallest room but also one to herself.

Wyatt was supposed to be in charge but no one would listen to him, and Wyatt knew he would be the one to get the blame if anything went wrong. All the other children in the family hated him for 'pretending' to be an adult, and didn't feel they could trust him. "I am not a snitch!" Wyatt shouted in his mind. He couldn't understand why no one would involve him, all he wanted was for them to realize that he was trying to do the best he could. Apart from his siblings, Wyatt was only truly friends with Henry.

"Ohmigod, are you wearing my top?"

"So?"

"So get out of it, you whore"

"Did you just call me a whore, bitch?"

Wyatt sighed, upstairs he could hear the twins arguing again; last week it was over some piece of make-up, Wyatt didn't think the twins were used to sharing a same room or being in the such close quarters for such a long time. Was he the only sane one in this house? Silently, Wyatt wished everyone would just settle down, for the second time today. The only calm one was Pagen, and she barely spoke, except to Chris. Consumed with thought about today's meeting at the publishing house he's interning at, Philip's, Wyatt barely noticed when he got cereal over his briefcase.

"Shit" Wyatt jumped up, causing the girls at the table, Parker, Pagen and Melinda, to look up. Melinda looked at him questioningly but, after nothing further happened, went back to her toast.

"What's the drama?" asked Chris, as he walked in.

"Nothing, just got milk on my briefcase." he replied.

Wyatt grabbed some napkins to clean up the mess, lucking none of his files were touched. Christ strolled over to the table, scurrying up Pagen's hair as he passed her. Pagen squirmed but smiled and then finished packing her backpack.

"You can borrow one of my satchels if you want" Chris smiled at Wyatt, "just grab it from the cupboard on your way out".

Nothing could go wrong today, Wyatt had recently gotten this internship and it took alot of effort, it was five months before he just got an interview, and today his boss was really stressed because the partners of the company were coming in for a meeting today. Wyatt looked at his watch; crap, if he didn't leave right now he was going to be late.

"Mel, can you make sure the rest are up in time, and watch out for them at school as well. If I have to pretend to be PJ's parent again I'm going to kill that girl." he asked Melinda as she got up to put her cereal bowl away.

Wyatt shoved his papers into Chris' satchel and raced out the door, seeing Tammy coming down the stairs, wearing the exact school uniform, knee-length skirt and all.

"Good luck today Wyatt", at least Tammy had remembered his meeting, "Remember, Halliwells always get what they want". Wyatt smiled, to himself as much as Tammy, and walked out the door.

Chris POV

Today is going to be a good day. Chris, who generally thought of himself as a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, was happier than usual today, due to the new arrival in his journalism class. Chris can usually read most girls in a few minutes of them talking to him, many of them are basically the same - they all think they're so different from other girls, so individual, but are really more like clones, This girl, she was a mystery to Chris. When he had first seen her, he knew he wanted to get to know her, she was mystical. He wasn't sure why but he wanted to be close to her.

After her first class, and him watching her throughout it, Chris made sure to talk to her, yet she didn't respond as he would have thought, which surprised him. And Chris likes surprises.

"Hey, new girl, hey" Chris jogged up to her as she left the lecture room. She was a bit taller than average, with long hazelnut-coloured hair and was slender without being anorexic thin. She turned to look at him and Chris saw that one eye was a different colour from the other, but not so vividly that you could tell from far away.

Chris stepped in front of her, preventing her from walking forward. He was a hint of surprise and annoyance in her eyes, but that just made his grin widen. The girl looked directly at him, not hiding her face but hiding most of her emotions so Chris had no idea what she was thinking at that moment. Her eyes widened in expectance and, even though Chris was looking directly at her, she didn't look away. He liked that. Already he was intrigued with her.

A few moments passed with neither of them speaking. Chris had expected the girl to say something, anything, yell at him for getting in her way. Instead he got nothing, but her searching his eyes and Chris feeling as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.

"I'm Chris. And you're in my journalism class." After another pause of no response Chris moved to the side and began to walk along with her. "I know today is your first day, and I think it is my duty, as an active member of San Francisco University, to show you around the school, make sure you don't get lost. Maybe even take you to lunch."

She looked at him and said "You're a bit full of yourself, aren't you"

Chris laughed, "At last! So she does speak."

The girl gave him a small smile, which gave Chris enough encouragement to keep the conversation going.

"What other classes do you have? Old English literature? Debate?" Chris studied her face, hoping to see her reaction to each class, seeing if she would give away anything. As before, she was impossible to read, so Chris changed topic. "Where are we headed anyway?"

"What are you? Stalking me" The girl didn't smile but she didn't look actually serious either.

"Hey, this is my campus too. Maybe I just happen to be walking to the same place as you. Besides, I'm not following behind you, I'm walking with you. I assure you, there's a difference." Chris smiled and hoped to get the conversation going, and when she stopped at the beginning of the quad his expectations grew.

"Well, I'm going to go meet a friend now, but I've been assured that boys are not allowed in the girls dorms so our walk must end now." The girl nodded towards the all-girls building.

"How unfortunate" Chris said, feeling rather disappointed, "We should do this again someday"

The girl smiled and turned so her back was facing him, walking in the other direction to where Chris needed to go.

"Where do you live? I still think we should do that lunch" Chris called after her

She turned around and smiled, "Maybe".

And she turned back around, moving further away from Chris. Chris was walking towards his next class, and realized he didn't know this girl's name.

Chris smiled to himself as he put away his breakfast and tidied-up the kitchen, excited that today he was going to see her again; his journalism class started in an hour. For the first time he was excited to go to class.

"Oh crap!", PJ had woken up upstairs. Chris laughed quietly, shaking his head and putting down the last of the dishes. He checked the time, 8:03. PJ had 7 minutes to get to school.

"Christopher!" PJ clambered down the stairs, rushing towards him, "Oh darling cousin of mine, do you feel like getting me to school on time? I wouldn't usually mind but Wyatt's being especially dickish recently".

Chris shook his head, "Nasty little mouth you've got there, Pamjams." He could see PJ getting annoying by his nickname for her, which, in his opinion, is adorable. "Ever heard of the phrase 'you catch more flies with honey, not vinegar'".

PJ crossed her arms, "Look, Chris. I'm on a tight schedule here. Get me to school and I'll be nice." She waited for a reply, and when she didn't get one, continued, "Com'on cousin, it will only take a second. Please... It will help me get better academic marks"

Chris smiled, and shook his head but gave in. "Fine. But you owe me"

"Yes! Literally it will only take a second" PJ grinned and moved around the kitchen counter, hooking her arm in Chris'.

Chris orbed them into the high school's janitor's closet and left PJ there. Returning home, Chris grabbed his stuff and headed out, humming softly to himself.

Melinda's POV

Today started like any other, with an hour's ballet practice at the Maddison Ballet Studio a mile away. Melinda was relieved that there was a spare car for the children to use now all her cousins had moved into their house, the house where their mother's lived together before getting their own places. The car meant she didn't have to walk to her studio and back, and so she didn't have to hurt her feet even more.

Getting back to the house before everyone woke up was tranquil, calm, like the eye of the storm before chaos erupted once again. Having two older brothers, Melinda was used to having to deal with shout and arguments in the house; but Wyatt had only recently moved back in and in had been years since the boys had had regular physical arguments.

The arrival of her cousins brought six more sets of argumentative, hormonal teenagers. Melinda was a teenager herself, yet often got on better with older people; she thought it may have been due to her vigorous ballet training and acting skills which caused her to mature faster than her peers.

"Hey" A voice whispered towards Melinda, which seemed much louder in the quiet of the house, interrupting her thoughts.

"Hi" Melinda turned around, tucking a free strand of hair, which fell out of her bun, behind her ear. She could see his silhouette though the dim light of the early morning as he walked up and kissed her. A sweet, good morning kiss, but still Melinda felt the electricity between them.

"How was ballet? Still making the other girls cry?" Melinda laughed at his joke, but was aware that his voice was louder.

"Shhh." She murmured, pointing upwards to her sleeping cousins.

"I miss this." He complained, Melinda could feel his hot breath in her ear.

"We met up like this two days ago" Melinda laughed quietly, pulling a chair out from under the table and resting her foot on it, untying her ballet pumps.

"Two days too long" He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace, resting his head on her shoulder. "I hate not being able to hug you, kiss you, touch you", his voice got lower and softer as he spoke; kissing her neck and twisting her around. Melinda yelped in surprise which he cut off by pulling her into a kiss. She could taste his morning toast and blueberry jam on his tongue as his kiss deepened, his tongue massaging hers back and forth. His hands got under her shirt, roaming her back while her hands rummaged through his hair, grasped it in tufts.

He then grabbed her waist and pushed Melinda against the kitchen wall, Melinda's legs intertwining with his. Their kiss grew quicker and more urgent, pulling at each other with every kiss. Suddenly the hall light was turned on. The two sprang away from each other and Melinda watched the boy back out of the room silently, as if he had never been there. The figure slowly walked into the kitchen and turned the light on with a yawn.

"Melly?" Parker walked in, barely looking at Melinda.

"Hey Parker" Melinda sighed, placing her next foot on the chair to remove her second ballet pump. As Parker opened up the cupboard and pulled out a bowl, Melinda grabbed her shoes and went upstairs to get changed into her school uniform. That was close. They have to be more careful next time, Melinda didn't want to think about what would happen if they got caught.

Melinda removed her hair from its bun and plaited it into a fishtail plait. She put on some mascara and admired herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked a bit startled but there was no other evidence of her encounter this morning. She could hear the others waking up in the rooms around her and looked over to Parker's empty bed and PJ's full one.

"Wake up PJ" she called over to PJ's bed, and after calling again with no response, went downstairs. She would have gone over and shaken PJ awake, but after the black eye she got on the first morning, she would never wake a sleeping PJ again.

Down in the kitchen, Parker and Pagen were having breakfast and talking about something that sounded interesting, but Melinda couldn't be bothered to listen. She grabbed her bowl and sat down, trying to think about her Biology project due today or the speech she had to give in English, but her mind kept wandering back to this morning. She couldn't stop thinking about the way he made her feel, how exciting it was, how dangerous. She can remember the adrenaline pumping through her, the need to be with him.

"Shit" Melinda looked up and saw her brother, whom she hadn't even realized had entered the room. He had spilt his cereal all over his briefcase, but he could sort it out himself. Why couldn't she get him out of her mind? It made her frustrated to feel this way. She hated being out of control. That's part of the reason she loved ballet, she was the master of her own body, she could twist her body into ways other girls could only imagine.

Pushing her nearly full bowl aside, Melinda stood up and went to go wake the others. Chris had entered the kitchen a few minutes previously, and Tamora was just entering now; so that only left Kat, PJ and Henry.

Melinda knocked on each person's door to wake them, and then went back downstairs to grab her school bag. She was about to enter the sitting room, where everyone kept their bags now as there was no space in their rooms, when she was grabbed from behind and pulled into the downstairs bathroom.

"Hmpdhadm" Melinda attempted to speak with a hand over her mouth. Then she was spun around, so she was facing her attacker. She saw his wicker grin as he let go of her mouth.

"Ow!" Melinda hit him on the arm, hard.

"Don't do that! You scared me." Melinda wasn't really angry, but she wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"Me? Scare the brave Melinda?" He was mocking her but Melinda didn't care. "I just wanted to see you before school, seeing as we were... interrupted so rudely before."

He cupped her face and then began to kiss her, just as passionately as before. Melinda didn't know how long went by, seconds, minutes; she was too involved in the situation. Too soon, he broke the kiss, leaving them breathing heavily with their foreheads leaning against one-another.

Outside Melinda could hear the others finishing up their breakfast, the rest of the children seem to have come down while she was, in simpler terms, preoccupied.

"Check the coast is clear, you leave first, then I'll leave 30 seconds later, okay?" Melinda watched him open the door and leave as quietly as he could. Later, she exited and she couldn't see him in sight. Melinds picked up her school bag, called for Parker, telling Parker she'd wait for her outside. WIth that Melinda opened the door and saw him waiting for her next to her mailbox. Melinda walked up to him and they both smiled like they had a secret.

With the sound of the front door opening they both turned. Parker walked towards them and then straight past them.

When they didn't follow her, Parker turned around. "Melinda, Henry, let's go."

The next chapter will be Phoebe's children POV; the one after that Paige's children POV
I know there was no power-usage in this one, but this was to sort-of introduce the characters. There will be magic and powers in the next one.