AN: I know, I took forever to update, but I'm doing it now, so please forgive me! Also, I'm not saying the names of Phoebe and Paige's future mates just 'cause. This is kind of when the plot really begins, though the last chapter did it a little bit. Also, glimmering is the only way to get into the magic school without going through that weird door thing. At least, that's true in this story.
Winter Blaze - Oh, um... yeah. But, that's given away early, so it's not like it will ruin the story. Also, do the math. Thanks for reviewing (you were the first one for this fic)
HollyShadow - Tee hee, that made me laugh. Oh, and thanks, and your welcome. I'll try to keep that up, and update my other fic too!
OTHCharmedFreak - Thanks!
piperleo4eva - thanks, and I know that I haven't updated in a while, I just have been really busy
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It's just one more day
No one said there would be rain again
Won't blame it on myself, yeah
I'll blame it on the weatherman
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Mel glimmered into the magic school, and entered the daycare. She walked up to the daycare teacher. "Hello, ma'am." Mel said. "Oh, hello darling." the elderly lady said happily. It always cheered her to have Mel come around every day. "I'm here to pick up the little ones, as usual." Mel said with a smile. "Alright, dear, all three are in the next room." the lady said, directing Mel in the direction of the art room.
Mel walked into the room, and two little kids immediately ran up to her. They were her little three-year-old cousins, Haleigh and Peyton Halliwell. Although the two were twins, they didn't look too much alike. Haleigh's auburn curls and big brown eyes were a big contrast to Peyton's dark brown hair and big green eyes. Also, Peyton was about 3 inches taller than his sister, even though she was about ten minutes older than he was. These qualities really made Peyton look like his older cousin, Chris. Their mother was Mel's late Aunt Phoebe, and there father was Mel's 'Pop'. He was the only adult relative of Mel that was still alive.
"Mel!" Haleigh shouted. "Look at my pwitty pic-ture!" she said, holding up a bunch of colored squiggles on a piece of paper. "Oh, that is such a pretty picture!" Mel said, looking at it. "Look at mine, Mel!" Peyton said, and held up his too. "Oh, you two are such good artists!" Mel said, folding both pictures delicately and putting them in her jean pocket. She always put the day's picture on the refrigerator at their house, which was next door to the Manor. "Now, guys, I have to get Roxi, okay?" Mel said to the twins. "Otay." they said.
Mel got up and went to the area that younger kids played in. She immediately spotted her youngest cousin, Roxi, who was only fifteen months. She was pretty easy to spot, as she was the palest kid in the group. Roxi had inherited a lot of her mother's features, including her pale skin and dark hair. Her mom was Mel's late Aunt Paige, and her father Mel's late Uncle. "Meh!" Roxi shouted, and then smiled. She couldn't quite talk yet, and only knew a few decipherable words. "Hey, Roxi!" Mel said, and picked her up. Roxi couldn't walk very well either, as she was so young. Roxi giggled again.
Peyton and Haleigh then ran over, and grabbed on to Mel's legs. "Ah we going home?" Haleigh asked. She and Peyton both couldn't quite pronounce their R's yet. "Yes, we are." Mel answered. "But you two both know that I can't glimmer with you two on my legs. Grab my hand, please." She then shifted Roxi to one arm and held out her newly free hand for the twins to grab on to. They did, and Mel glimmered the four of them to the Manor.
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"Why did we go heah, Mel?" Peyton asked when they glimmered into Roxi and Mel's room at the Manor. They normally went directly to the twin's house. "Because, Peypey, Roxi here looks really tired. It's nappy time!" Mel said the last part in a baby voice to Roxi, who was rubbing her eyes. The twins then left the room to play with some of the toys in the triplet's room.
As Mel was putting Roxi to bed, she kept thinking about the room. She and Roxi's room used to be her parents' room. Mel shuddered a bit. It was weird thinking of both her parents at the same time, even so far afterwards. A huge rush of anger, sadness, betrayal, and grief washed over her. She couldn't help thinking of her fateful fifth birthday. The day the triplets were born. The day her mother died. The day her father left. The day that everything changed forever.
Her mother, she missed her so much. She had known her for only five years, but she felt close to her mother from the stories that her aunts told. And her father, the asshole. He left. He just upped and left. Mel would never forgive him, never.
"Mel, is it time to go home yet?" Mel turned around, and there were Peyton and Haleigh standing in the doorway. She turned back to the crib, and found that Roxi was asleep. "Um... yeah." she said, walking over to the three-year-olds. She picked them up, one per arm, and glimmered over to the next house over.
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The three arrived in the kitchen in the twin's house a few seconds later. Mel let go of the two, but they stayed in the air. They both had the power of levitation. They both headed over to the kitchen table, and sat in their favorite chairs. Mel grabbed the graham cracker box, and took out six. She gave three to Haleigh, and three to Peyton. They began eating, and Mel cleared her throat. They stopped in mid-bite. "Now, what do you say?" Mel asked. "Thank you, Mel!" they chorused. "Good." Mel said, and turned away to fix her own snack.
It was important for her to teach the younger ones manners, because there was no one else to do it. Well, at least no other female. She was the oldest woman in the family still alive, and she was just fourteen. Wyatt, Chris, and the twin's father were great to all the kids, but they were male. They all needed a female, mother-like figure in their lives, and Mel was the only one available. She could barely remember a time when she didn't play mother, because she had started the moment her parents were no more. Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige had done a lot of mothering to the triplets, but they were also still aunts. They would wake up to the triplet's cries, and find five-year-old Mel taking care of them when they got to the room.
She was walking through the house, and she came to the family room. She walked up to a seven-shelf glass case, housing different types of pictures on each shelf. The top shelf held pictures of Aunt Phoebe on her wedding day. The next shelf held pictures of the twins, from when they were just born to only a couple of weeks earlier. Four shelves down held pictures of Wyatt, Chris, herself, and the triplets as they were growing up. Some of the ones of when Mel and her brothers were younger had holes in them, where their father was cut out. The last shelf held pictures of Phoebe's wedding. The middle three were the most important to the family. The top of the three held pictures of Phoebe, when she was younger, alone, and with her husband and children. The last of the three held pictures of Paige, when she was younger, alone, or with her husband. There was only one picture with both Roxi and Paige in it, and that was taken on the day she was born. The middle shelf was the oldest of the shelves, the only one that Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige had done themselves, nine years earlier. It held pictures of Piper, her mother. There were a few pictures of when she was younger, some pictures of her alone, some on her own wedding day, and some with her husband and children, the husband cut out. In the middle of that middle shelf was a picture of all three sisters, Piper in the middle. It was the last picture of all three of them together. It was taken when Piper was pregnant with the triplets. She looked like she was about to have a baby, when she was only about 3 months pregnant.
Mel then reached down inside the front of her shirt a few seconds, and pulled out the end of her necklace. She opened up the heart-shaped silver locket to reveal a picture of her mother on one side, and a picture of her mother with her aunts on the other side. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. She missed them all so much.
She turned away from the case, knowing she could break down if she looked at it much longer. She went over to the conservatory, but stopped when she saw the couch. Her eyes widened, and mouth dropped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She closed her eyes, trying to make it go away. When she opened them again, it was still there. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. But, she knew she had to believe it. She had to believe that her uncle, the last adult to take care of them. She had to believe it, as she found herself looking at his dead body, laid on the couch.
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AN: Oh no! Boohoo. But, it's important to the story. Um... review, please! The song bit in the beginning is from BLAME IT ON THE WEATHERMAN by BWitched!
Winter Blaze - Oh, um... yeah. But, that's given away early, so it's not like it will ruin the story. Also, do the math. Thanks for reviewing (you were the first one for this fic)
HollyShadow - Tee hee, that made me laugh. Oh, and thanks, and your welcome. I'll try to keep that up, and update my other fic too!
OTHCharmedFreak - Thanks!
piperleo4eva - thanks, and I know that I haven't updated in a while, I just have been really busy
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It's just one more day
No one said there would be rain again
Won't blame it on myself, yeah
I'll blame it on the weatherman
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Mel glimmered into the magic school, and entered the daycare. She walked up to the daycare teacher. "Hello, ma'am." Mel said. "Oh, hello darling." the elderly lady said happily. It always cheered her to have Mel come around every day. "I'm here to pick up the little ones, as usual." Mel said with a smile. "Alright, dear, all three are in the next room." the lady said, directing Mel in the direction of the art room.
Mel walked into the room, and two little kids immediately ran up to her. They were her little three-year-old cousins, Haleigh and Peyton Halliwell. Although the two were twins, they didn't look too much alike. Haleigh's auburn curls and big brown eyes were a big contrast to Peyton's dark brown hair and big green eyes. Also, Peyton was about 3 inches taller than his sister, even though she was about ten minutes older than he was. These qualities really made Peyton look like his older cousin, Chris. Their mother was Mel's late Aunt Phoebe, and there father was Mel's 'Pop'. He was the only adult relative of Mel that was still alive.
"Mel!" Haleigh shouted. "Look at my pwitty pic-ture!" she said, holding up a bunch of colored squiggles on a piece of paper. "Oh, that is such a pretty picture!" Mel said, looking at it. "Look at mine, Mel!" Peyton said, and held up his too. "Oh, you two are such good artists!" Mel said, folding both pictures delicately and putting them in her jean pocket. She always put the day's picture on the refrigerator at their house, which was next door to the Manor. "Now, guys, I have to get Roxi, okay?" Mel said to the twins. "Otay." they said.
Mel got up and went to the area that younger kids played in. She immediately spotted her youngest cousin, Roxi, who was only fifteen months. She was pretty easy to spot, as she was the palest kid in the group. Roxi had inherited a lot of her mother's features, including her pale skin and dark hair. Her mom was Mel's late Aunt Paige, and her father Mel's late Uncle. "Meh!" Roxi shouted, and then smiled. She couldn't quite talk yet, and only knew a few decipherable words. "Hey, Roxi!" Mel said, and picked her up. Roxi couldn't walk very well either, as she was so young. Roxi giggled again.
Peyton and Haleigh then ran over, and grabbed on to Mel's legs. "Ah we going home?" Haleigh asked. She and Peyton both couldn't quite pronounce their R's yet. "Yes, we are." Mel answered. "But you two both know that I can't glimmer with you two on my legs. Grab my hand, please." She then shifted Roxi to one arm and held out her newly free hand for the twins to grab on to. They did, and Mel glimmered the four of them to the Manor.
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"Why did we go heah, Mel?" Peyton asked when they glimmered into Roxi and Mel's room at the Manor. They normally went directly to the twin's house. "Because, Peypey, Roxi here looks really tired. It's nappy time!" Mel said the last part in a baby voice to Roxi, who was rubbing her eyes. The twins then left the room to play with some of the toys in the triplet's room.
As Mel was putting Roxi to bed, she kept thinking about the room. She and Roxi's room used to be her parents' room. Mel shuddered a bit. It was weird thinking of both her parents at the same time, even so far afterwards. A huge rush of anger, sadness, betrayal, and grief washed over her. She couldn't help thinking of her fateful fifth birthday. The day the triplets were born. The day her mother died. The day her father left. The day that everything changed forever.
Her mother, she missed her so much. She had known her for only five years, but she felt close to her mother from the stories that her aunts told. And her father, the asshole. He left. He just upped and left. Mel would never forgive him, never.
"Mel, is it time to go home yet?" Mel turned around, and there were Peyton and Haleigh standing in the doorway. She turned back to the crib, and found that Roxi was asleep. "Um... yeah." she said, walking over to the three-year-olds. She picked them up, one per arm, and glimmered over to the next house over.
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The three arrived in the kitchen in the twin's house a few seconds later. Mel let go of the two, but they stayed in the air. They both had the power of levitation. They both headed over to the kitchen table, and sat in their favorite chairs. Mel grabbed the graham cracker box, and took out six. She gave three to Haleigh, and three to Peyton. They began eating, and Mel cleared her throat. They stopped in mid-bite. "Now, what do you say?" Mel asked. "Thank you, Mel!" they chorused. "Good." Mel said, and turned away to fix her own snack.
It was important for her to teach the younger ones manners, because there was no one else to do it. Well, at least no other female. She was the oldest woman in the family still alive, and she was just fourteen. Wyatt, Chris, and the twin's father were great to all the kids, but they were male. They all needed a female, mother-like figure in their lives, and Mel was the only one available. She could barely remember a time when she didn't play mother, because she had started the moment her parents were no more. Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige had done a lot of mothering to the triplets, but they were also still aunts. They would wake up to the triplet's cries, and find five-year-old Mel taking care of them when they got to the room.
She was walking through the house, and she came to the family room. She walked up to a seven-shelf glass case, housing different types of pictures on each shelf. The top shelf held pictures of Aunt Phoebe on her wedding day. The next shelf held pictures of the twins, from when they were just born to only a couple of weeks earlier. Four shelves down held pictures of Wyatt, Chris, herself, and the triplets as they were growing up. Some of the ones of when Mel and her brothers were younger had holes in them, where their father was cut out. The last shelf held pictures of Phoebe's wedding. The middle three were the most important to the family. The top of the three held pictures of Phoebe, when she was younger, alone, and with her husband and children. The last of the three held pictures of Paige, when she was younger, alone, or with her husband. There was only one picture with both Roxi and Paige in it, and that was taken on the day she was born. The middle shelf was the oldest of the shelves, the only one that Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige had done themselves, nine years earlier. It held pictures of Piper, her mother. There were a few pictures of when she was younger, some pictures of her alone, some on her own wedding day, and some with her husband and children, the husband cut out. In the middle of that middle shelf was a picture of all three sisters, Piper in the middle. It was the last picture of all three of them together. It was taken when Piper was pregnant with the triplets. She looked like she was about to have a baby, when she was only about 3 months pregnant.
Mel then reached down inside the front of her shirt a few seconds, and pulled out the end of her necklace. She opened up the heart-shaped silver locket to reveal a picture of her mother on one side, and a picture of her mother with her aunts on the other side. She felt a tear slide down her cheek. She missed them all so much.
She turned away from the case, knowing she could break down if she looked at it much longer. She went over to the conservatory, but stopped when she saw the couch. Her eyes widened, and mouth dropped. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She closed her eyes, trying to make it go away. When she opened them again, it was still there. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. But, she knew she had to believe it. She had to believe that her uncle, the last adult to take care of them. She had to believe it, as she found herself looking at his dead body, laid on the couch.
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AN: Oh no! Boohoo. But, it's important to the story. Um... review, please! The song bit in the beginning is from BLAME IT ON THE WEATHERMAN by BWitched!