A/N: Sorry guys, writing for three fandoms at
once proves that writer's block can exist at
three times. I know where I'm going with
this, just not what to do with it NOW. Also,
due to certain things on the show I'm
disliking I'm changing history to fit my own
likes, hence the aunts being around.

*

"SALEM!"

Salem jumped and fell off the couch, his head
hitting the coffee table, sending his army
men flying. "I didn't do it!"

"Yes you did!" Sabriana yelled, storming down
the stairs. "I told you when you were a CAT
not to touch my sweater, now, explain." She
said, holding up a rumbled and black hair
covered sweater.

Salem stared at it for a moment before
grinning at her. "Could have been anyone."

"Right, in a house with three blondes."

"Your father had dark hair."

"My father's hair is brown." She threw one of
the hairs at him. "OFF my stuff." She yelled
before stomping upstairs again to find
something to wear.

Salem sighed and flopped back on the couch.
He was just nodding off when a bucket of
water overturned above him. Screeching he
leapt back off the couch, glaring at Edward
who simply smirked at him.

Salem stomped upstairs, shaking his head,
sending water flying everywhere. He barged
into Sabrina's room, ignoring her shriek as
she hid behind a mirror, peeking out. He
grabbed one of Harvey's shirts and a pair of
jeans that Roxie had bought as a joke as they
were far too large for Sabrina. Stripping
down he changed into the dry clothes before
flopping on the bed.