AN: I have only a little grief in here because I really suck at writing sad stuff. Also, in this chapter you will finally be introduced to the triplets! Oh, and when thinking about Haleigh, think little orphan Annie from the newer version for the hair. Oh, I hope you have happy reading!
charmed-aussie - Thanks!
HollyShadow - Okay, nice guesses. You will see WHY this chapter!
Winter Blaze - Thanks!
piperleo4eva - Yes, scary fire power! Ya! Oh, and thanks for the review!
Magical Princess - Thank you so much! Also, very cool pen name!
Chapter 5:
T:T:T
We all know there's always something tearing you apart
It's always so much longer then you counted on
And it hits you so much harder than you thought
But you don't worry, you don't worry, 'cause you got soul.
T:T:T
"Oh my God." Mel murmured to herself. She ran over to her uncle's body, her beloved uncle's body. She put her hand on his neck, to check for a pulse. There was none. Also, the skin was cold, so she knew that there was no chance of healing him. She looked down, and the triquetra was carved into his chest. Mel's eyes watered up. 'Is this some kind of sick joke?' she thought. 'Are the demons trying to remind us all of our mothers' deaths? Don't they think we've suffered enough, that they're evil enough, that they interfere with our lives enough? Don't they think that they should leave us at least one adult?' Despite her willing, a tear escaped her eyes. Then another. Soon, there was a river of tears running down her face. She just knelt there, keeping her hand on her uncles hand, weeping for him, for everyone in her family, and what her remaining family would have to go through.
"Peyton, that's my gwam cwakah!" Haleigh's voice rang from the kitchen. That knocked Mel to her senses. 'The kids.' she thought. 'Roxi!' She quickly glimmered out of the room and into her room at the Manor. Roxi was sleeping peacefully in her crib, but Mel didn't want to take the chance of a demon attacking her, too. So, she grabbed the peacefully sleeping baby, and orbed into the kitchen, where Haleigh and Peyton were eating a split graham cracker. The two looked up and smiled.
"We sare!" Peyton said, indicating the two halves of graham cracker. Mel forced a smile. "That's great, you two. But, snack time is over. I think that a little quiet time is in order." Mel said. The twins didn't have naps any more, but they had a time during the day in which they would play quietly, watch a little kid video, or just rest. "Okay!" Haleigh said, and leapt off the chair. She headed towards the living room, but Mel yelled out "Haleigh, how about I take you two up there. You two and Roxi. How about that?" "Otay." Haleigh said, and she and Peyton ran over to Mel. Haleigh levitated and sat on Mel's ready free arm, and Peyton levitated to grab on to her back. Once the two were safely on, she glimmered up to the twin's shared room. They weren't old enough to have their own rooms yet, so they shared one, even though they were different genders. "Okay, you two just stay in here." Mel said, putting the still-sleeping Roxi on Haleigh's bed. "Otay." the twins said, and the two headed towards their little art area. Mel sighed, and glimmered back into the living room.
Her eyes again filled with tears when she saw her uncle's body. She walked over, and closed his empty eyes. She then covered him with the wool blanket draped over the side of a nearby chair. She knew she had to let the others know, right away. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of something. She knew that they had to think of some way to cope, some way to live, and maybe some way to fix it. "Wyatt! Chris! Trish! Alex! Charlie!" she yelled, calling for each of her siblings in age order. Mel wiped the tears from her eyes, and blew her nose. She didn't want to show any signs that she had been crying to her five siblings.
As soon as she threw her tissue into the trash can in the living room, a girl shimmered in. The girl had straight, brunette hair that was ended just above her shoulders. It was styled to have a small flip in the back. She had pale blue eyes, and was about a foot shorter than Mel. "Mel, what's wrong? What happened?" the girl said, looking at her older sister's face. "Alex, I called everyone else, too, so I'm waiting until they come." Mel said, trying to stay as calm as possible. She knew that she'd have to be strong for the others. Alex decided to stay quiet, as she had only seen her sister like this a few times before, and all those times she had bad news.
As if on cue, Wyatt, Chris, and two other girls all orbed into the room. One of the girls had very long, chestnut hair and intense blue eyes. The other girl had dirty blonde hair about half a foot past her shoulders, and deep, chocolate eyes. They were both about the same height as Alex. "Mel, this better be good." Chris said, his voice fading away as he noticed the look in his younger sister's eyes. "Guys," Mel said. "Our uncle, he's, he's... dead."
There was a moment of silence in which the five let the information sink in. "What?" the blonde girl asked. "Charlie, he's dead." Mel said, pointing to the blanket with her head down in an attempt to hide her watering eyes. "Oh my God." the chestnut brunette said, slowly sinking to the ground. "Trish, it's okay. It's gonna be okay." Mel said, kneeling down to pull her younger sister into a comforting hug. Trish gratefully accepted the embrace, and cried on her older sister's shoulder while Mel gently stroked her back. Soon, the other twins, Alex and Charlie, joined into the hug, crying. 'This is too much for nine-year-olds to handle.' Mel thought sadly. She looked up at her older brothers to see how they were coping. They still seemed to be in somewhat of a shock. But, their eyes said it all. They were full of sadness, grief and pain. They knew that their was no one left, that it was up to them to support themselves. To support their family.
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Chris was laying in his bed, in his room. Everyone was grieving the loss of their uncle. Well, not everyone. Mel had insisted that the youngest three not find out about it until the next day, as she wanted the twins to have one more carefree day. Roxi wouldn't understand, so that wasn't a problem. Mel had also sent everyone to bed after their early dinner, insisting that they all needed rest. No one argued, as they wanted time to themselves, to think about what on earth they were going to do. Mel had moved the twins' beds into her and Roxi's large room, because none of the older kids had felt comfortable with the two of them being at the house alone, since they didn't have active powers and were only three.
Chris took his mind off those thoughts and looked over at his older brother's bed. Wyatt wasn't asleep either, he was reading a car magazine. But, Chris didn't blame him. It was only 9 o'clock at night! Chris looked away from him, and to the wall in front of him, on his side of the room. It was covered in posters of bad boys and punk bands. He was thinking of one of his favorite songs by the band Humpback Pixies, CROCKS DON'T LIE, when he heard a bang from the attic. "Dammit!" he heard someone whisper loudly. The voice sounded female to Chris, but he didn't know who it was. He looked over at Wyatt to see his older brother's intense blue eyes looking right back into his green ones. They were both befuddled, bewildered, and bemused. "Wanna go check it out?" Wyatt asked, putting down his magazine. Chris just nodded, and the two jumped noiselessly out of their beds. They ran tiptoed quickly out the door, down the hall, and up the stairs to the attack. When they opened the door, they were greeted with a surprise.
Mel was standing in front of a smoking pot, frowning. There were ingredients scattered everywhere on the table the pot was on, and there was some potion on the floor and nearby wall. Mel had some potion stains on her shirt. Also, the Book of Shadows was open and right by Mel, within reading sight. "Mel, what the hell are you doing?" Wyatt asked, looking at the mess in the attic. Mel looked up surprised, just realizing that they were there. Her expression quickly changed to frustration. "What does it look like I'm doing, jock boy? I'm trying to make a potion for me to keep my powers. But, it's not working."
"Why would you make a potion to keep your powers? I mean, you have them, don't you?" Chris asked, completely oblivious to his little sister's plan. "Yeah, I have my powers NOW, but I won't thirteen hours ago." Mel said, checking over the Book again. "Wait, you don't mean..." Wyatt started. "Mel, it's dangerous! I don't want you getting hurt." Chris said, taking a few steps toward her. "I'm sorry, Chris." Mel said. "But, I am not going to let this family fall apart any more. We need an adult in the house, and the only way to do that is to stop our uncle from being killed. And the only way to do that is to go back in time to stop it." "But, Mel..." the two boys started. But, Mel put up her hand to stop them. "And, I don't care what you say. I'll even lock you in the crystal cage if you try to stop me. Now, are you in or are you out?"
The two looked at each other. "I'm in." Chris said, moving towards Mel and the potion. She looked at him in surprise. "Come on, Mel! We both know that you can't make potions for beans, so it'd be much safer if I help you. And, it might be kind of fun. I've never time traveled before. Well, I have, but that was my alternate self." Chris said. Their aunts had told the three of them the story of other-world Chris when Chris was ten and old enough to understand and handle it. Mel had found herself insulted that she had not existed in that future, as she would have helped Chris beat Evil Wyatt. "Wait, you're what?" Wyatt asked. The younger two always thought he was a bit of a worrywart. "You can't be serious!" he added looking between the two. He couldn't believe they were seriously going to go back to the morning. "Well, we are." Mel said, and took out a piece of paper and pencil from a nearby shelf. She sucked at making potions, but she was the master of spells.
Chris looked at the recipe in the Book of Shadows and the attempted potion. "Whoa, Mel, you totally messed up the potion." he commented, looking at the contents of the pot. "Well, don't you think I know that, Chrissy Boy? I mean, it's not supposed to explode if it's drinkable. What do you take me for, an idiot?" she asked, looking up from what she was writing. "No, but sometimes you act like one." Chris retorted. "Okay." Wyatt said, stopping their little fight before it progressed too far. The two immediately stopped bickering and looked at their older brother, whom neither realized was still in the room. "I'll go too." he said. They both opened their mouths, surprised. "I'll go to make sure that you two don't kill each other." he said, and headed over to to where Mel was. "Is there any other spell that needs to be written?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm working on the spell that goes with the potion that Chris is making. YOU can work on the spell that will be used in sending us back in time." Mel said, then she turned to her other brother. "Oh, Chris, there needs to be another potion to bring us back. Four vials of it need to be thrown on the floor in the four directions." she added. "Do I have to use the recipe in the book?" Chris asked. "Because I really don't want to." "Fine, don't. I know you can whip up some pretty good potions." Mel replied. The three then set to work on their tasks.
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"Okay, I'm done, Wyatt. You?"
It was about two hours later, and Chris was putting the top on the final vial. Wyatt finished writing one letter, and said "Yeah, I am. Time to call Mel." Mel had finished her spell about half an hour earlier, and was getting ready for the fighting. Chris had asked her why she had to, and she had said that she needed to kick some ass, and she wasn't wearing an ass-kicking outfit. "Do we have to bring her?" Chris asked jokingly. "Yes, you do have to bring me." came Mel's voice from the doorway.
The two boys looked turned to the door to the attic. Mel was standing there with an expression on her face that said 'Don't even think about it'. She was wearing a dark jean jacket, dark jeans, and a red wine-colored camisole. She pulled out an atheme from her waist, and said "I'm ready." "You have an atheme?" Wyatt asked. "Yeah. It's just in case our spell and potion don't work." Mel said simply, like she said it every day. "You boys ready?" she asked. They both nodded. "Okay, let's get this over with." Wyatt said. "Oh, stop being such a killjoy, bro." Chris said, hitting his brother on the back. "Ah, jeezes! That hurt, Chris!" Wyatt said, reaching back to rub the spot Chris had smacked. Mel just rolled her eyes. 'And Wyatt says Chris and I fight too much.' she thought.
"Okay, enough. Let's go. I don't know about you two, but I would really like to save our uncle's life." she said, and grabbed the spell and vials used to keep their powers. Wyatt grabbed his spell, and Chris grabbed the remaining bottles. "Ready, you two?" Chris asked. They nodded, and the three linked elbows, as they didn't have free hands. Wyatt began reading the spell.
We ask our ancestors
And powers of great
To help us stop
Our uncle's fate
(vial one thrown north)
We go through time
And time will tell
If we can save
The Halliwell
(vial two thrown east)
The landing place
Will keep to here
So our loved ones
Will be near
(vial three thrown south)
It will take cleverness
Vigilance, and cun
But turn back time
To whence this was begun
(vial four thrown west)
Suddenly, the three felt like they were spinning. They spun faster, and faster, and faster. They were spinning so fast that they were being pulled in all directions. They felt as if it went on any longer, they would explode!
But, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. They regained their balance, and then heard someone say "What the heck was that?" They looked up. Charlie, Trish, and Alex were lying in a heap in one part of the room, and Haleigh, Peyton, and Roxi were sound asleep in the middle of the floor. Mel quickly grew furious. "Boys!" she yelled at the confused boys. They looked at her sheepishly, worriedly. But, it had dawned on all three of them. They had accidentally brought the others with them.
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AN: Yay! A long chapter. I know, that spell sucked, but it was the first thing that came to my head. Please forgive me! Anyway, the blurb at the beginning is from SOUL by Matchbox Twenty. The song really rocks!
charmed-aussie - Thanks!
HollyShadow - Okay, nice guesses. You will see WHY this chapter!
Winter Blaze - Thanks!
piperleo4eva - Yes, scary fire power! Ya! Oh, and thanks for the review!
Magical Princess - Thank you so much! Also, very cool pen name!
Chapter 5:
T:T:T
We all know there's always something tearing you apart
It's always so much longer then you counted on
And it hits you so much harder than you thought
But you don't worry, you don't worry, 'cause you got soul.
T:T:T
"Oh my God." Mel murmured to herself. She ran over to her uncle's body, her beloved uncle's body. She put her hand on his neck, to check for a pulse. There was none. Also, the skin was cold, so she knew that there was no chance of healing him. She looked down, and the triquetra was carved into his chest. Mel's eyes watered up. 'Is this some kind of sick joke?' she thought. 'Are the demons trying to remind us all of our mothers' deaths? Don't they think we've suffered enough, that they're evil enough, that they interfere with our lives enough? Don't they think that they should leave us at least one adult?' Despite her willing, a tear escaped her eyes. Then another. Soon, there was a river of tears running down her face. She just knelt there, keeping her hand on her uncles hand, weeping for him, for everyone in her family, and what her remaining family would have to go through.
"Peyton, that's my gwam cwakah!" Haleigh's voice rang from the kitchen. That knocked Mel to her senses. 'The kids.' she thought. 'Roxi!' She quickly glimmered out of the room and into her room at the Manor. Roxi was sleeping peacefully in her crib, but Mel didn't want to take the chance of a demon attacking her, too. So, she grabbed the peacefully sleeping baby, and orbed into the kitchen, where Haleigh and Peyton were eating a split graham cracker. The two looked up and smiled.
"We sare!" Peyton said, indicating the two halves of graham cracker. Mel forced a smile. "That's great, you two. But, snack time is over. I think that a little quiet time is in order." Mel said. The twins didn't have naps any more, but they had a time during the day in which they would play quietly, watch a little kid video, or just rest. "Okay!" Haleigh said, and leapt off the chair. She headed towards the living room, but Mel yelled out "Haleigh, how about I take you two up there. You two and Roxi. How about that?" "Otay." Haleigh said, and she and Peyton ran over to Mel. Haleigh levitated and sat on Mel's ready free arm, and Peyton levitated to grab on to her back. Once the two were safely on, she glimmered up to the twin's shared room. They weren't old enough to have their own rooms yet, so they shared one, even though they were different genders. "Okay, you two just stay in here." Mel said, putting the still-sleeping Roxi on Haleigh's bed. "Otay." the twins said, and the two headed towards their little art area. Mel sighed, and glimmered back into the living room.
Her eyes again filled with tears when she saw her uncle's body. She walked over, and closed his empty eyes. She then covered him with the wool blanket draped over the side of a nearby chair. She knew she had to let the others know, right away. It didn't matter that they were in the middle of something. She knew that they had to think of some way to cope, some way to live, and maybe some way to fix it. "Wyatt! Chris! Trish! Alex! Charlie!" she yelled, calling for each of her siblings in age order. Mel wiped the tears from her eyes, and blew her nose. She didn't want to show any signs that she had been crying to her five siblings.
As soon as she threw her tissue into the trash can in the living room, a girl shimmered in. The girl had straight, brunette hair that was ended just above her shoulders. It was styled to have a small flip in the back. She had pale blue eyes, and was about a foot shorter than Mel. "Mel, what's wrong? What happened?" the girl said, looking at her older sister's face. "Alex, I called everyone else, too, so I'm waiting until they come." Mel said, trying to stay as calm as possible. She knew that she'd have to be strong for the others. Alex decided to stay quiet, as she had only seen her sister like this a few times before, and all those times she had bad news.
As if on cue, Wyatt, Chris, and two other girls all orbed into the room. One of the girls had very long, chestnut hair and intense blue eyes. The other girl had dirty blonde hair about half a foot past her shoulders, and deep, chocolate eyes. They were both about the same height as Alex. "Mel, this better be good." Chris said, his voice fading away as he noticed the look in his younger sister's eyes. "Guys," Mel said. "Our uncle, he's, he's... dead."
There was a moment of silence in which the five let the information sink in. "What?" the blonde girl asked. "Charlie, he's dead." Mel said, pointing to the blanket with her head down in an attempt to hide her watering eyes. "Oh my God." the chestnut brunette said, slowly sinking to the ground. "Trish, it's okay. It's gonna be okay." Mel said, kneeling down to pull her younger sister into a comforting hug. Trish gratefully accepted the embrace, and cried on her older sister's shoulder while Mel gently stroked her back. Soon, the other twins, Alex and Charlie, joined into the hug, crying. 'This is too much for nine-year-olds to handle.' Mel thought sadly. She looked up at her older brothers to see how they were coping. They still seemed to be in somewhat of a shock. But, their eyes said it all. They were full of sadness, grief and pain. They knew that their was no one left, that it was up to them to support themselves. To support their family.
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Chris was laying in his bed, in his room. Everyone was grieving the loss of their uncle. Well, not everyone. Mel had insisted that the youngest three not find out about it until the next day, as she wanted the twins to have one more carefree day. Roxi wouldn't understand, so that wasn't a problem. Mel had also sent everyone to bed after their early dinner, insisting that they all needed rest. No one argued, as they wanted time to themselves, to think about what on earth they were going to do. Mel had moved the twins' beds into her and Roxi's large room, because none of the older kids had felt comfortable with the two of them being at the house alone, since they didn't have active powers and were only three.
Chris took his mind off those thoughts and looked over at his older brother's bed. Wyatt wasn't asleep either, he was reading a car magazine. But, Chris didn't blame him. It was only 9 o'clock at night! Chris looked away from him, and to the wall in front of him, on his side of the room. It was covered in posters of bad boys and punk bands. He was thinking of one of his favorite songs by the band Humpback Pixies, CROCKS DON'T LIE, when he heard a bang from the attic. "Dammit!" he heard someone whisper loudly. The voice sounded female to Chris, but he didn't know who it was. He looked over at Wyatt to see his older brother's intense blue eyes looking right back into his green ones. They were both befuddled, bewildered, and bemused. "Wanna go check it out?" Wyatt asked, putting down his magazine. Chris just nodded, and the two jumped noiselessly out of their beds. They ran tiptoed quickly out the door, down the hall, and up the stairs to the attack. When they opened the door, they were greeted with a surprise.
Mel was standing in front of a smoking pot, frowning. There were ingredients scattered everywhere on the table the pot was on, and there was some potion on the floor and nearby wall. Mel had some potion stains on her shirt. Also, the Book of Shadows was open and right by Mel, within reading sight. "Mel, what the hell are you doing?" Wyatt asked, looking at the mess in the attic. Mel looked up surprised, just realizing that they were there. Her expression quickly changed to frustration. "What does it look like I'm doing, jock boy? I'm trying to make a potion for me to keep my powers. But, it's not working."
"Why would you make a potion to keep your powers? I mean, you have them, don't you?" Chris asked, completely oblivious to his little sister's plan. "Yeah, I have my powers NOW, but I won't thirteen hours ago." Mel said, checking over the Book again. "Wait, you don't mean..." Wyatt started. "Mel, it's dangerous! I don't want you getting hurt." Chris said, taking a few steps toward her. "I'm sorry, Chris." Mel said. "But, I am not going to let this family fall apart any more. We need an adult in the house, and the only way to do that is to stop our uncle from being killed. And the only way to do that is to go back in time to stop it." "But, Mel..." the two boys started. But, Mel put up her hand to stop them. "And, I don't care what you say. I'll even lock you in the crystal cage if you try to stop me. Now, are you in or are you out?"
The two looked at each other. "I'm in." Chris said, moving towards Mel and the potion. She looked at him in surprise. "Come on, Mel! We both know that you can't make potions for beans, so it'd be much safer if I help you. And, it might be kind of fun. I've never time traveled before. Well, I have, but that was my alternate self." Chris said. Their aunts had told the three of them the story of other-world Chris when Chris was ten and old enough to understand and handle it. Mel had found herself insulted that she had not existed in that future, as she would have helped Chris beat Evil Wyatt. "Wait, you're what?" Wyatt asked. The younger two always thought he was a bit of a worrywart. "You can't be serious!" he added looking between the two. He couldn't believe they were seriously going to go back to the morning. "Well, we are." Mel said, and took out a piece of paper and pencil from a nearby shelf. She sucked at making potions, but she was the master of spells.
Chris looked at the recipe in the Book of Shadows and the attempted potion. "Whoa, Mel, you totally messed up the potion." he commented, looking at the contents of the pot. "Well, don't you think I know that, Chrissy Boy? I mean, it's not supposed to explode if it's drinkable. What do you take me for, an idiot?" she asked, looking up from what she was writing. "No, but sometimes you act like one." Chris retorted. "Okay." Wyatt said, stopping their little fight before it progressed too far. The two immediately stopped bickering and looked at their older brother, whom neither realized was still in the room. "I'll go too." he said. They both opened their mouths, surprised. "I'll go to make sure that you two don't kill each other." he said, and headed over to to where Mel was. "Is there any other spell that needs to be written?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm working on the spell that goes with the potion that Chris is making. YOU can work on the spell that will be used in sending us back in time." Mel said, then she turned to her other brother. "Oh, Chris, there needs to be another potion to bring us back. Four vials of it need to be thrown on the floor in the four directions." she added. "Do I have to use the recipe in the book?" Chris asked. "Because I really don't want to." "Fine, don't. I know you can whip up some pretty good potions." Mel replied. The three then set to work on their tasks.
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"Okay, I'm done, Wyatt. You?"
It was about two hours later, and Chris was putting the top on the final vial. Wyatt finished writing one letter, and said "Yeah, I am. Time to call Mel." Mel had finished her spell about half an hour earlier, and was getting ready for the fighting. Chris had asked her why she had to, and she had said that she needed to kick some ass, and she wasn't wearing an ass-kicking outfit. "Do we have to bring her?" Chris asked jokingly. "Yes, you do have to bring me." came Mel's voice from the doorway.
The two boys looked turned to the door to the attic. Mel was standing there with an expression on her face that said 'Don't even think about it'. She was wearing a dark jean jacket, dark jeans, and a red wine-colored camisole. She pulled out an atheme from her waist, and said "I'm ready." "You have an atheme?" Wyatt asked. "Yeah. It's just in case our spell and potion don't work." Mel said simply, like she said it every day. "You boys ready?" she asked. They both nodded. "Okay, let's get this over with." Wyatt said. "Oh, stop being such a killjoy, bro." Chris said, hitting his brother on the back. "Ah, jeezes! That hurt, Chris!" Wyatt said, reaching back to rub the spot Chris had smacked. Mel just rolled her eyes. 'And Wyatt says Chris and I fight too much.' she thought.
"Okay, enough. Let's go. I don't know about you two, but I would really like to save our uncle's life." she said, and grabbed the spell and vials used to keep their powers. Wyatt grabbed his spell, and Chris grabbed the remaining bottles. "Ready, you two?" Chris asked. They nodded, and the three linked elbows, as they didn't have free hands. Wyatt began reading the spell.
We ask our ancestors
And powers of great
To help us stop
Our uncle's fate
(vial one thrown north)
We go through time
And time will tell
If we can save
The Halliwell
(vial two thrown east)
The landing place
Will keep to here
So our loved ones
Will be near
(vial three thrown south)
It will take cleverness
Vigilance, and cun
But turn back time
To whence this was begun
(vial four thrown west)
Suddenly, the three felt like they were spinning. They spun faster, and faster, and faster. They were spinning so fast that they were being pulled in all directions. They felt as if it went on any longer, they would explode!
But, just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. They regained their balance, and then heard someone say "What the heck was that?" They looked up. Charlie, Trish, and Alex were lying in a heap in one part of the room, and Haleigh, Peyton, and Roxi were sound asleep in the middle of the floor. Mel quickly grew furious. "Boys!" she yelled at the confused boys. They looked at her sheepishly, worriedly. But, it had dawned on all three of them. They had accidentally brought the others with them.
T:T:T
AN: Yay! A long chapter. I know, that spell sucked, but it was the first thing that came to my head. Please forgive me! Anyway, the blurb at the beginning is from SOUL by Matchbox Twenty. The song really rocks!