Charmed and its characters belong to whoever they belong to. Psyche,
Marcus, and Professor Hawkins belong to me.
Chloe-Marcus (and pretty much everyone) is shocked by Psyche's changes because they happened over the summer while she was gone. She grew up, became stylish, and to him it happened all at once. She's now really beautiful... See what happens!
Melinda-I chose Psyche's name for a specific meaning. Keep reading and find out why.
To all my reviewers- I love you and would marry all of you if I could. At once.
Psyche sat on the floor of her room, painting her nails. Realizing they were going to still be wet before her class started, she waved a fiery hand over them, instantly drying them. She walked to class quickly, knowing that it disturbed people that she could just appear in a place like a demon, rather than orbing, which everyone was used to. She still hated it that Chris lorded it over everyone that he was the son of a Charmed one, when she all she wanted was to be normal. She had the same rights as him, but because of the other half of her heritage, she was treated with suspicion and dislike.
She walked into her usual place in the middle of the room, where she could hear everything but stay out of the teacher's radar.
Surprisingly, a couple of the more popular guys sat next to her. Psyche eyed them suspiciously, expecting trouble. Most people didn't mess with her, because she had shown no fear of retaliating in the past. She didn't even use her magic when she retaliated, so the teachers had very little to reprimand her for.
Ryan, one of the guys sitting next to her, tossed her a note in the middle of class.
So, what are you doing tonight?
She read the note over, looking for anything wrong. Shrugging,
Um...nothing, why?
You wanna get something to eat?
Well, ok, I guess.
Psyche was rather freaked by this. No guy- that is, no guy from school had ever shown the slightest interest in her. Lets face it, she just wasn't well liked.
Later that night, she desperately wished she hadn't said yes so quickly. He was just so boring. All he could talk about were the most juvenile spells that she had learned barely weeks after learning she was a witch, like how to get rid of warts, and what to do if a demon threw fireballs at you. She was considering throwing a fireball at him. It wasn't that hard to protect yourself, you ducked. There wasn't much reaction time to do anything else.
Finally he changed the subject. "You want to go dancing?"
She shrugged. "Sure, lets." Psyche loved dancing. It was one of the things she could just let loose in, without feeling hampered by everyone else.
They headed for CharmInc; a club piper had opened up for people of supernatural ilk to get together. Surprisingly, it did very well. It wasn't to the club's detriment that it admitted people of all ages. Mainly because, how are you supposed to get a leprechaun or a whitelighter to show some id? But Psyche loved it there. She worked there some evenings and summers before she went to France.
Listening to the music, Psyche let go. When she immersed herself completely in the music, all people saw was beauty. When the music slowed, one of the waitresses, a friend named Sandy, whispered in her ear. She nodded and smiled.
As she climbed onto the stage, the band struck up a haunting melody. Psyche started to sing an old ballad, almost a thousand years old, that she looked up in one of her history books. She had kept all the original words, only slightly changing the tune. Some of the, shall we say, older immortals got up to dance to this one. Psyche's voice wound around everyone, leaving them almost in a trancelike state, until her voice and the dance became the only thing in existence.
When Ryan walked her back to her room that night, he leaned in as if to kiss her, but Psyche dodged it. "Good night!" she called blithely. Right. Like she was ever doing that again.
At breakfast the next morning, she sat at a table with Marcus and Chris. She generally did this only to bug Chris. The dining hall was not your typical high school cafeteria. Large round wooden tables and dim lighting served to make this room much lower energy. Oh, and the cauldrons underneath the tables did not add to the youth-centered atmosphere.
Marcus barely looked her in the eye, muttering a hasty, "Morning."
Psyche raised an eyebrow. "My, grumpy much?"
He shrugged. "So how did your date with pretty boy go last night?"
Psyche sniffed. "Exactly the way I wanted it to."
Marcus glared at her. "So, when's the next date?"
Psyche glared back at him. "I don't know yet. I have to look at my schedule."
"So how far did he get?"
She choked. "Excuse me, what is with the third degree going on already? And since when did I have to tell you what went on on my dates, anyway? So unless you have something real to talk to me about, leave me alone, alright? Good night." Saying this, she began to stalk off, but she clattered to the floor a second later, falling on her tray and gripping her head.
Marcus and a few of the other students ran to her, one running for a teacher. He gently lifted her off the floor, cradling her in his arms. "It's ok, it's ok. You're going to be fine, I promise."
Psyche rocked back and forth, curling into a fetal position. "No, no it's not."
Marcus stroked her hair slowly. "Shh. Just tell me what you saw, and I'm sure someone will take care of it."
Psyche shook her head. "I don't know what I saw. I just got this overwhelming rush of images, images that ran too fast to be seen. And it isn't that far off."
"How far?"
She shrugged helplessly. "A year maybe? I don't know. But something bad is going to happen, and it's too late to stop. The pieces have already been set into motion."
A professor came and led them into another room. After being looked over thoroughly, Psyche was sent back to her room to take it easy for the rest of the day while Marc was sent back to class.
Vague images ran through Psyche's mind that night, and bad feelings haunted her in general. Finally dozing off, she slept deeply for the rest of the night.
Chloe-Marcus (and pretty much everyone) is shocked by Psyche's changes because they happened over the summer while she was gone. She grew up, became stylish, and to him it happened all at once. She's now really beautiful... See what happens!
Melinda-I chose Psyche's name for a specific meaning. Keep reading and find out why.
To all my reviewers- I love you and would marry all of you if I could. At once.
Psyche sat on the floor of her room, painting her nails. Realizing they were going to still be wet before her class started, she waved a fiery hand over them, instantly drying them. She walked to class quickly, knowing that it disturbed people that she could just appear in a place like a demon, rather than orbing, which everyone was used to. She still hated it that Chris lorded it over everyone that he was the son of a Charmed one, when she all she wanted was to be normal. She had the same rights as him, but because of the other half of her heritage, she was treated with suspicion and dislike.
She walked into her usual place in the middle of the room, where she could hear everything but stay out of the teacher's radar.
Surprisingly, a couple of the more popular guys sat next to her. Psyche eyed them suspiciously, expecting trouble. Most people didn't mess with her, because she had shown no fear of retaliating in the past. She didn't even use her magic when she retaliated, so the teachers had very little to reprimand her for.
Ryan, one of the guys sitting next to her, tossed her a note in the middle of class.
So, what are you doing tonight?
She read the note over, looking for anything wrong. Shrugging,
Um...nothing, why?
You wanna get something to eat?
Well, ok, I guess.
Psyche was rather freaked by this. No guy- that is, no guy from school had ever shown the slightest interest in her. Lets face it, she just wasn't well liked.
Later that night, she desperately wished she hadn't said yes so quickly. He was just so boring. All he could talk about were the most juvenile spells that she had learned barely weeks after learning she was a witch, like how to get rid of warts, and what to do if a demon threw fireballs at you. She was considering throwing a fireball at him. It wasn't that hard to protect yourself, you ducked. There wasn't much reaction time to do anything else.
Finally he changed the subject. "You want to go dancing?"
She shrugged. "Sure, lets." Psyche loved dancing. It was one of the things she could just let loose in, without feeling hampered by everyone else.
They headed for CharmInc; a club piper had opened up for people of supernatural ilk to get together. Surprisingly, it did very well. It wasn't to the club's detriment that it admitted people of all ages. Mainly because, how are you supposed to get a leprechaun or a whitelighter to show some id? But Psyche loved it there. She worked there some evenings and summers before she went to France.
Listening to the music, Psyche let go. When she immersed herself completely in the music, all people saw was beauty. When the music slowed, one of the waitresses, a friend named Sandy, whispered in her ear. She nodded and smiled.
As she climbed onto the stage, the band struck up a haunting melody. Psyche started to sing an old ballad, almost a thousand years old, that she looked up in one of her history books. She had kept all the original words, only slightly changing the tune. Some of the, shall we say, older immortals got up to dance to this one. Psyche's voice wound around everyone, leaving them almost in a trancelike state, until her voice and the dance became the only thing in existence.
When Ryan walked her back to her room that night, he leaned in as if to kiss her, but Psyche dodged it. "Good night!" she called blithely. Right. Like she was ever doing that again.
At breakfast the next morning, she sat at a table with Marcus and Chris. She generally did this only to bug Chris. The dining hall was not your typical high school cafeteria. Large round wooden tables and dim lighting served to make this room much lower energy. Oh, and the cauldrons underneath the tables did not add to the youth-centered atmosphere.
Marcus barely looked her in the eye, muttering a hasty, "Morning."
Psyche raised an eyebrow. "My, grumpy much?"
He shrugged. "So how did your date with pretty boy go last night?"
Psyche sniffed. "Exactly the way I wanted it to."
Marcus glared at her. "So, when's the next date?"
Psyche glared back at him. "I don't know yet. I have to look at my schedule."
"So how far did he get?"
She choked. "Excuse me, what is with the third degree going on already? And since when did I have to tell you what went on on my dates, anyway? So unless you have something real to talk to me about, leave me alone, alright? Good night." Saying this, she began to stalk off, but she clattered to the floor a second later, falling on her tray and gripping her head.
Marcus and a few of the other students ran to her, one running for a teacher. He gently lifted her off the floor, cradling her in his arms. "It's ok, it's ok. You're going to be fine, I promise."
Psyche rocked back and forth, curling into a fetal position. "No, no it's not."
Marcus stroked her hair slowly. "Shh. Just tell me what you saw, and I'm sure someone will take care of it."
Psyche shook her head. "I don't know what I saw. I just got this overwhelming rush of images, images that ran too fast to be seen. And it isn't that far off."
"How far?"
She shrugged helplessly. "A year maybe? I don't know. But something bad is going to happen, and it's too late to stop. The pieces have already been set into motion."
A professor came and led them into another room. After being looked over thoroughly, Psyche was sent back to her room to take it easy for the rest of the day while Marc was sent back to class.
Vague images ran through Psyche's mind that night, and bad feelings haunted her in general. Finally dozing off, she slept deeply for the rest of the night.