Raya: Well, at least you went out with a bang with your stories! It's so frustrating when you start something and not end up finishing it, I think. Give it some time, then try again. Hey, maybe we could co-write something or what not. That's on my list of Things To Do Before I Get Too Old And Lazy.

chyp: Glad you liked!

"Fine," Wesley said dejectedly. "Where are we going?"

"I don't know," Matthew said. "Home, I guess."

They drove until they reached their home, a well-maintained house that had been willed to them by their parents, also witches. Before dying, Lauren and Erik White had made arrangements for their children to inherit the house, as it had been in their family for as long as they could remember. They pulled into the driveway and Matthew carried his brothers inside. He set them down on a coffee table and they began to talk.

Matthew told them about everything he had written down and how he was coming close to figuring the whole thing out, while James and Wesley told him about how they had seen Lina snooping around in James' room, which finally made James believe Wesley after all. Of course, Matthew was also taken aback by the news. He couldn't believe that Lina had been a part of the equation the whole time. Looking back on things, it started to make sense. He thought about the times when Wesley had mentioned seeing what looked to be her in the distance. While he and James never believed it, Wesley had been right all along.

"That brings the total to two apologies," Wesley said.

"I apologized," James said.

"No," Wesley corrected him. "You just said that you couldn't believe it. That doesn't count because that was understood."

"Understand this," James said, "I don't think that…"

"Understand this," Matthew said loudly, pounding his fist on the table. The impact, resembling an earthquake, caused James and Wesley to fall down. "The two of you just don't get it. I don't want any arguing from you two. I'm calling the shots now, and what I say goes."

"Matt," Wesley began, but a menacing stare by his older brother cut him off mid-thought.

"The least we could do," James suggested, "is to try and switch our powers back."

"Maybe there's a spell in the Book," Wesley suggested.

"Worth a shot," Matthew said. "I'll be back. I left it in the car. Talk amongst yourselves."

Matthew went out to get the Book of Light from his car. James and Wesley just sat on the table, not really saying anything to each other. They weren't mad at each other; they just had nothing to say, at least not right then. Besides, if Matthew caught them fighting again, they were almost afraid of what he would do.

"So," Wesley said, finally breaking the silence, "how's life?"

"How's life?" James repeated. "Are you kidding?"

"Just trying to lighten the mood around here," Wesley said. "The last thing I need is another brother on a power trip."

"I'm not really that bad, am I?" James asked.

"Oh no," Wesley replied sarcastically. "I just would like to have a brother, not a dictator."

"Now you're exaggerating," James said.

"The sad thing is I'm not," Wesley said. "Think about it this way. You've always been the oldest, right? I mean, before Matt and I came along, you still had two younger siblings. You just were born with that boss attitude. I, on the other hand, had a younger brother before y'all. I was the oldest, but now I've been bumped all the way down. How do you think I feel now? If you were the youngest and I was the oldest, do you think you'd feel the same way as I do?"

"I don't know," James said. "Everybody's different."

"Damn right," Wesley said. "And let me tell you that I never once 'pulled rank' on my brother, because we're not in an army. We're not a general and a private. Brothers are capable of being friends as well. You, o brother of mine, are way past general."

"No one's ever said it like that," James said. "Look, I'm not gonna give you an overnight change, but I guess I can be a little more…accommodating…for your sake."

"Hey," Wesley said, throwing his hands up, "that's all I ask. The rest will follow."

"What's taking Matt so long?" James asked, looking at his watch. "It's been too long for him to not have come back."

"Maybe he's doing one of those Disney things where he leaves us to work out our problems and then comes back when we have," Wesley said.

"Maybe," James said, "but we have other things to worry about. Matt!"

"What?" Matthew asked, sitting on the sofa.

"Where have you been?" Wesley asked. "We thought you got attacked or something."

"I've been right here," Matthew said. "I just didn't say anything. You two were so busy talking your troubles away and all…"

"O…kay," Wesley said suspiciously. "So did you find anything in the Book?"

"Actually," Matthew said, "there is a spell here to switch powers. Think we should try it?"

"I think you should make us big again first," James said. "We worked on our issues."

"Are you sure?" Matthew asked, eyeing both his brothers.

"Weren't you here?" Wesley asked. "Didn't you hear everything we said?"

"Are you just messing with us?" James asked. "Because once I'm back to my normal size, I'll get you back."

"Such a big threat coming from such a small person," Matthew joked. He bent down and blew James on his back. "Okay, I'm done now, I promise."

"You have a spell?" Wesley asked, suppressing a lot of laughter.

"I scribbled one down when I thought I lost you two," Matthew said. "We should probably all read it, though. It may increase our chances of it actually working. But it doesn't have any particular goal in mind. It's just a negation spell."

"Who cares?" Wesley said. "Let's just do it."

"All the things that happened today
Have made us all feel rotten.
Restore things back to how they were,
Backfired magic become forgotten."

Great, not another spell! They must be pretty bold to attempt another stunt, considering what happened the last time! Maybe this time things will work for the better. Or maybe not. I'm just sayin', let's take into account all of the possibilities…