Disclaimer: Scince I forgot it in the last chapter headdesk here it is: I don't own charmed kthnxbye. Or, rather, I do own Penelope, Patrick, Ivan, Bridget, and Erin. But nothing else. I'd like to own my own elder robe, but let's face it, not going to happen. Sob story, huh? Yeah, no.

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. Without your reviews, I won't keep writing, it means a lot to me.

Julia Adele: Thanks :). Leo's in this chapter, along with Paige's husband Dean. It explains some stuff, so I wanted to hold them off until this chapter.

mel11: Haha. Thank you. Yeah, my sister and I always fight at the breakfast table. It was my inspiration, is this update soon enough?

Blissful Lyss Turner 72: There's more Pheobe in this chapter, hopefully enough for you, but keep in mind, this fic is mostly about the kids. Do you mean Penelope? Hah, yeah, I was watching Season1!Pheobe and was inspired to write her like that. Hope you like this next chapter:

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All the Halliwell kids were lined up single-file, Piper at the head, checking off the things they needed for school. The line-up was from oldest to youngest so, Wyatt was first, being 17, then Chris, 16, Pheobe and Patrick, 15, Erin, 14, then was Bridget, 13, and beacause she was born in September and Melinda was born in February, even though they were both 13, Bridget went first, then Melinda, then, rounding off the line, was Ivan, who was 5.

"Alright Wyatt." Piper looked down at her list. "You needed…Three #2 Pencils for finals, and…your backpack to carry your books in, incuding all your textbooks. Got 'em all."

"Yep." Wyatt said nonchalontly and reached out for the knob on the door. He twisted it as usual, but it wouldn't open.

"It won't open." He shook it a bit more. The doorknob stayed firm.

"Unlock it, dumbass." Bridget stepped out of line and turned the key on the lock.

"Oh." Wyatt tried again. It still wouldn't unlock.

They tried everything, even blowing the door up. It deflected the attack and sent it flying back at them. Melinda used her power reflection to catch the attack and threw it at a cement block they used for practicing their powers on.

"Well, we could always climb through the window." Pheobe scratched her head in confusion. Everyone, utterly confused by this…rebellion of the door, scurried towards the window. Lining up once again, Wyatt clicked the lock on the window and tried to push it open. It didn't work. As much as Wyatt pushed, the window wouldn't budge, and, just like the door it didn't respond to any magical attacks, and Melinda and of course, the cement block were tired of catching the attacks.

"Alright, we're going to have to orb." Paige relented. "Erin, go check and make sure the neighbors aren't watching-better thought, let's go out back instead."

The back door, and all the windows were just the same as the front. The skylight wouldn't work, and neither would the fireescape.

Finally, Erin poked her head out back.

"No one's there." She confirmed.

"Alright. Good. Now, you guys, Wyatt, you orb Patrick, Chris, Ivan, and Melinda, you orb Penelope. I trust Erin, that you can orb Bridget?" Piper asked, ticking off their usual orbing situations.

"Yes." Mumbled Erin, alough she was really not in the mood to do her sister a favor.

"Good." Paige finished for her sister. "Now, orb out of here before you're late." She waved her hand to signal them to leave.

The kids who could orb grabbed on to the other's hand and closed their eyes, ready for the swirling blue lights to appear, but they didn't.

Erin screwed up her face in concentration, but the familiar sound never came.

"I can't orb." Chris said, surprised.

"Neither can I." Wyatt shook his head.

"Nope. Zada. Zip. Zilch." Melinda specified the status of her orbing abilities.

"I've got a theroy." Pheobe turned towards Melinda. "Mel, why don't you try orbing somewhere in the house."

"Sure." Melinda shrugged. "Seriously doubt it will work though." She sighed, pressed her hands down to her sides and concentrated hard on where she wanted to go.

And the orbs began to swirl, and the sound began.

"Augh!" They heard Melinda scream. "Penelope! Get all your hair products out of the bathroom before they turn alive and take over!" She orbed back down.

"Do you honestly need six different kinds of hairspray?" She held up a sample-sized bottle of John Freida.

"Give me that!" Penelope snatched it from her. "Honestly, yes…geez." She spritzed a bit in the direction of Melinda's face.

"Ew." Melinda screwed up her face in discust. "It smells like fake coconuts."

"Enough, you two…Hairspray!" Paige orbed the hairspray to her and pocketed it.

"Uh, we still have the problem of-Oh, yes, we cant go anywhere." Piper turned towards her sisters, children, and neices and nephews.

"Right." Bridget whispered saracastically.

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"Yes, this is Piper Halliwell."

"This is Paige Halliwell."

"Hello, this is Pheobe Halliwell."

The kid's mothers had decided to call regular school first, instead of magical school, beacause "Oh, yes, we're locked in the house and we can't get out, infact, I couldn't even use my magical powers to blow up the door." Would sound pretty strange to mortals, and they would have the least excuse to as why the whole pack of Halliwell's wasn't at school.

"We all have chicken pox." Pheobe said it loud enough so that every member of her family could hear, and Piper, on the upstairs phone, and Paige, on her cellphone mimicked Pheobe's line.

"I'm sorry, but the entire family has caught chicken pox."

"Yes, the whole family has aquirred a nasty bout of chicken pox."

"Mom…I'm itchy." Chris coughed and made scratching noise to add extra point to his mother's words. A few other Halliwell children followed suit, including Ivan who wailed.

"MOMMY I'M ITHHY AND I WANTH IT TO THOP!"

Pheobe mouthed a silent "good boy" at him and returned to the phone.

"Thank you." All three sisters hung up, and as soon as they did, Bridget burst out into laughter.

"Chicken pox! Ha, Aunt Pheobe that was good!"

"Thank you." Pheobe responded. "But we still need to call magic school, and tell them that their headmistress can't come." Pheobe handed the phone over to Paige, who did all the talking this time.

"Yeah, um, we're stuck in the house, and we can't get out. Piper even tried blowing the door up. We can't orb out either-mhm, m-hm, yeah, mm-hm. Ok-ay. Sounds good. Thanks."

"What did they say?" Piper asked as soon as they hung up.

"They said everything's fine, the elder's said it was fine and it may be a while before we get out but groceries will be orbed in every three days and if we needed anything else just to send Leo up." She shrugged in confusion.

"Great. So I'm locked in the house with my whole family for possibly a very long time? Joy." Wyatt said, and then "Wait-where's dad and Uncle Dean?"

"They're on a demon hunt." Piper answered. "But we need lunch, co'mon everyone, I'm going to have to get used to having fourteen, or, currently twelve people to feed at lunch, so you're all helping cook, let me go make a list, everyone's going to have a job…well, except maybe for Paige. You can get out the plates."

"You have no faith in me." Paige shook her head.

"Not in the kitchen, no." Pheobe answered.

"No offense Aunt Paige, but you put jello in the oven." Patrick laughed.

"Hey, that was one time!" Paige answered indignantly. "Besides, I knew you weren't supposed to, I just wanted to see how it would come out."

"Curiousity killed the cat." Pheobe said to her younger sister.

"DONE!" Piper called out from the kitchen. "EVERYONE IN HERE!"

Everyone scurried into the kitchen and claimed their places at the table.

"For lunch, We're having…" Piper picked her list up from the table-"Turkey, Cheese, and Ham Sandwiches, fruit salad, Carrot sticks, yougurt, and…er, instant pudding. Here are your jobs:

Pheobe, you're going to chop the fruit, Wyatt, get out the bread, put out two pieces and put the turkey on, then Chris, you're going to do the cheese and ham and put the sandwich together, then hand it to Melinda who will put the toothpick thingy on top and and hand it to Penelope, who will chop the ends off the carrot sticks and put two on each plate, and hand it to Patrick who will take a small bowl and put ¼ cup of yogurt in each bowl, then give the plate to Ivan, who will spoon fruit salad onto the plate and hand it to Bridget, who will make the pudding, who will hand the pudding to Erin who will put ¼ cup of pudding in a small bowl on everyone's plate, who will hand the finished plates to Paige who will put them on the table…and I'll get water. Capish?" Piper used her bad american-sounding spanish to ask them all if they understood.

"Capish." Everyone mumbled, and then lined up by the fridge to get their ingredients.

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"Augh!" Erin shrieked as Bridget stirred the pudding so fast that it splattered all over everyone. Ivan wasn't being so sucsessful with the fruit either, as a lot of it had ended up on the floor, and peope were making a constant habit of stepping on it as they walked by.

But, the sandwiches were being made just fine, even if everyone was using telekinisis and orbing to pass the plates from one person to the next. Paige especially, who was quite hurt by being put on plate-setting duty, sat in a chair by the table and as each plate was finished, orbed it to her.

"Plate." She said nonchalontly and placed it at Penelope's place.

Erin had to use the ½ cup measurer filled up half-way to measure out the pudding beacause Patrick was already using the ¼ cup measurer for the pudding and would not let go of it for the life of him.

Melinda had spilled the first box of decorated toothpicks and was on to her second box, carefully cutting each sandwich in half diagonally, adding a new part to her job, and delicatly poking a toothpick in each half. Chris sent another plate flying in her direction and Melinda had to jump back in order to keep it from hitting her.

"CHRIS PERRY HALLIWELL!" She yelled at her brother. "DO NOT, I REAPEAT DO NOT USE TELENKINISIS TO MOVE YOUR PLATES ANYMORE, BEACAUSE ONE OF THEASE DAYS ONE IS GOING TO COME AT ME LIKE A FLYING SAUCER AND CHIOP MY HAND OFF SO I CAN'T USE MY POWERS ANYMORE AND IT WILL BE ALLYOUR FAULT!" She used Chris to vent her anger about the knife, which wasn't cutting properly anymore on. He rolled his eyes and gave her a little poke. She stuck his tongue out at him.

"How mature." His said, very condesendingly.

She just stuck out her tongue again.

Pheoboe was doing well with the fruit, chopping apples, oranges, strawberries, and kiwi, but desperately wishing she had telekinisis so she could just let the kinfe do all the work for her.

Piper was scurrying around, beacause once she had finish setting glasses of water, and a juice glass for everyone at the table above each plate, she felt the need to put a pitcher of lemonade in the center of the table and place napkins, forks, and spoons at everyone's place, saving Paige the trouble of having to set, alough beofre everyone had started she had made her youngest sister wipe the table of any remains of maple syrup from breakfast.

Finally everyone was ready to sit down and eat breakfast like civilized, or, aleast sort of civilized people.

They were in the middle of eating lunch when Leo and Dean orbed in the house, and took their places at the lunch table, digging into the plates that had been set for them.

"I'm starving, thanks." Dean said with his mouth full.

"Yeah." Leo nodded, and agreed.

"How did you guys get in here?" Pheobe asked, "We couldn't get out today."

"Really?" Dean responded in question to Pheobe's comment. "Leo orbed us in just fine."

"Leo, try orbing out." Piper said, following the thread of comments.

Leo nodded and closed his eyes to orb, but the blue lights didn't appear.

"Weird." He agreed.

"Yeah, the elders said everything's fine and just to stay in the house, but I can't help thinking something's up." Paige said.

In response, Leo orbed "up there" to have a chat with the elders. Paige shook her head and sighed.

"So, what are we going to do?"