A/N: Um sword? What sword? BTW, as for the portrayal of the kids – fighting demons makes you mature faster ^-^ Sorry for lack of updates but I have lost my muse... she flew out the window.

'Okay Gracie, you got everything?' Phoebe asked. Grace nodded sullenly. 'Okay honey, say goodbye.' Phoebe said.

Grace hugged everyone, who all wished her the best. Melinda gave her a wink and whispered, 'see you soon.'

Cole grabbed Grace's suitcase and Andy grabbed the other. Grace pulled on her backpack and took Phoebe's hand. Phoebe took Cole's arm and they shimmered to a location near the school. Andy orbed after them.

* *

*Witches Ride Broomsticks*

'Class, this is Grace Halliwell Turner. She's our newest addition, and I hope you'll all make her feel welcome.' Ms. Hampton wasn't old but she wasn't young either. She was one of those people who could look either. She had brown hair with streaks of gray taking over the majority of it. She had lipstick on her teeth and her wardrobe was hippy-dippy meets prude.

Grace jutted out her chin defiantly as all the girls turned to look at her. She felt like she was in the Little Princess or something.

'Now Mr. Turner, Mrs. Turner...'

'Halliwell.' Phoebe blurted out. 'I kept my maiden name.'

'My apologies. You should probably be getting back. It's a long drive I understand.' Ms. Hampton said. Of course what she didn't understand was that they didn't plan to DRIVE.

'No problem.' Phoebe said, though this Hampton woman was getting on her nerves. Plus the disturbing fact that she had an uncanny resemblance to Phoebe's old math teacher, who hated her.

'We'll see you soon baby.' Cole gave Grace a hug and kiss, while Grace wished he wouldn't. She was in front of all her classmates! 'We'll visit soon.'

Cole took Phoebe's hand and led her out of the room.

'Now Grace, take a seat please. Disruption will not be tolerated.'

Grace stared at her, confused. Disruptions? Huh? All she'd done was come to the school. Grace obediently took her seat and Ms. Hampton continued with the lesson.

* *

The day for Grace was torture. Everybody refused to talk to her, and the classes were draining. By the time lessons ended Grace was exhausted. She dragged herself up to her dormitory, which she would share with five other girls, and flopped onto her bed, closing her eyes.

'Hey, new girl!' A blonde chick prodded her.

Grace opened her eyes. 'Yes?'

'You're on my bed.'

'This is my bed.' Grace was confused. 'I know it is!'

'You must be confused because this is my bed! Now scram!' The blonde girl managed to boot Grace off the bed.

Grace, sprawled on the floor, looked up at the girl, confused. She wasn't used to being the one kicked about.

The girl glared at her. 'Look new girl.' She snarled viciously. 'I don't appreciate you in my territory. Are we clear?'

Grace stared at her, recovering. Who did this girl think she was? Did she really think she was scary? Anyone else would be afraid, which is what the girl was used to, but not Grace Halliwell Turner.

She pulled herself up, dusted off her skirt and flipped her long chestnut curls. 'Look nasty girl.' Grace retorted, moving her head around perfectly and putting her hands on her hips – the 'tude stance. 'I don't appreciate you telling me what to do. You might think you're scary, but um, you're not? Same goes for your supposed territory. This is my bed.' Grace continued. 'So get OFF!' Grace heaved her off the bed.

The girl toppled over and stared at Grace, jaw open, very, very angry.

Grace didn't flinch. She'd been handling demons since she was a baby, and this girl was nothing – kind of like the apprentice demons, so keen to please their masters, who tried to kill them on a daily basis. Yep, since the last set of three were born; demons were continuously dropping in and having their asses vanquished.

'Who do you think you are?' The blonde girl said, breathing heavily and pushing her now messy blonde hair out of her face.

Grace tossed her hair again. 'I'm Grace Halliwell Turner. And this is my bed.' She gave the girl a level glance, and then jumped up onto her bed.

All the girl's friends, who occupied the dorm, had frozen to watch the two argue.

'Show's over ladies.' Grace said smoothly, settling back into the pillows comfortable. She exaggerated her comfort, and smirked at the blonde girl.

'You'll pay.' The girl snapped.

'I'm so afraid.' Grace rolled her eyes. 'Bye, bye now!'

* * *

Melinda walked into the kitchen, somewhat hungry. 'Hey mommy can I have a-'

She was interrupted by a demon shimmering in front of her.

Melinda casually blew him up and continued on. 'Oh great. I can't remember what I was going to say.'

'Melinda you shouldn't just blow demons up like that.' Piper scolded. 'What if it had been Uncle Cole?'

'What of it?' Melinda asked innocently.

Piper crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. 'You would have killed him Melinda Halliwell Wyatt.'

'Nuh-uh.' Melinda argued, though she felt slightly guilty now.

'Yah hah.' Piper said childishly. 'Mellie, vanquishing a demon is sort of like crossing the street. What are the rules of crossing the street?'

'STOP!' Screamed Serena, as she ran into the kitchen.

'Look both ways!' Charlotte hollered, running in after her.

'Listen for traffic!' Jamie added, bouncing after them on a pogo stick. Piper frowned.

'Hey, hey! No pogo-ing in the kitchen! Or inside for that matter. You might break something.'

'Aw!' Jamie complained. Piper gave him a look.

In one smooth motion, Jamie quickly hopped off the pogo stick and tucked it under his arm. 'I'll go outside.' He told her, following Charlotte and Serena into the front yard.

'Good. No magic.' Piper added, then turned to Melinda. 'See? Stop. Look both ways.'

'Listen for traffic?' Melinda asked innocently, a cheeky glimmer in her eye.

'No...'

'Hi Piper.' Glen walked in. He ruffled Melinda's hair as he walked past. 'Hey Mellie. Either of you seen Serena? I promised her I'd take her to the- '

There was a scream. A loud, bloodcurdling scream. It came from outside.

Piper, Glen and Melinda all bolted outside. The neighbours next door had already rushed over. Serena lay on the steps, her arm sprawled out in an odd position.

'Serena!' Glen shot forward.

'She must have broken her arm.' The next door neighbour called. 'take her to the hospital!'

Piper gnawed on her bottom lip. Leo, Andy, Prue and Paige were Up There for some meeting. Plus everyone had seen her break her arm. If she miraculously recovered so quickly... but she could always stay inside...

'Piper.' Glen said in a low urgent voice. 'Are we taking her?'

'She's your daughter.' Piper said hesitantly. She lowered her voice. 'We'll pretend to take her.'

Glen nodded then turned to Charlotte and Jamie, who looked shocked. 'What happened?" He asked, trying to stay calm.

'Well Rena wanted to use my pogo stick so I let her and I told her not to go down the stairs but...'

'She wouldn't listen.' Charlotte finished. She pointed to the lawn. 'I think the pogo stick went over there.'

'We've got to get her to hospital.' Piper declared. 'Come on kids.' They helped Serena into the car. Serena was crying but never said a word. Her face was white as if she'd seen a ghost.

'We'll go to P3.' Piper said, backing out of the driveway. 'That's near the hospital.'

'Okay.' Glen agreed. Shortly after they pulled up in the P3 staff car park. They went in the back way.

'Thank god nobody's here.' Piper said. She cupped her hands round her mouth. Stuff the elder's meeting. 'Paige! PAIGE!'

A moment later Paige orbed down. 'What is it? Oh my god, Serena! What happened?' Paige rushed forward.

'Broken arm.' Piper said, and began to explain. Paige quickly healed Serena and gave her a hug.

'Don't scare mommy like that. You are never to ride a pogo stick again. Are we clear? No forms of stick, rod or pole or anything like that.'

'But mommy...' Serena sniffled. 'I'm a witch!'

'So?' Paige asked, cupping Serena's face in her hands. Glen held her on his lap.

'Witches,' Serena said very seriously, staring at Paige as if she were stupid, 'ride broomsticks.'