Setting: Future
Title: from 'Steady, As she goes' by The Raconteurs
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, i borrow. (except the general story line, of course)
"Get off my case, Chris!" Melinda yelled, storming down the wooden stairs of the manor. "I will get off your case if you promise me you'll never go after a demon again! You can't-" At those last two words, Melinda turned around and gave her brother a furious look. "I can't what? Come on, say it!" she yelled. She knew what he was going to say. And worst of all, though she would never admit it out loud, she knew he was right. At nineteen, Melinda still didn't have powers other than the obvious orbing and spell casting; even though she had graduated from magic school last year with honors. She had majored in potions and magical history. To make up for her lack of natural skill, she knew some people said behind her back.
Chris took a deep breath. "You can't… go after demons. Certainly not alone." He said, trying to sound calm. Melinda shrugged. "Like you would ever let me come along" she complained, "Besides, I know what I'm doing with those potions. I vanquished that demon, didn't I?" Chris took a few steps closer to her. "That's not the point, Melinda!" "Then I don't see what the point is, Chris!" she yelled back. "The point is that you could've got hurt!" Melinda rolled her eyes and walked into the living room, muttering to herself. But her brother followed her this time as well. "Just promise me you won't go after any demon by yourself again. It's not safe." She turned around and looked at him. "I can't promise you that." She said casually. "Ok then," he replied, now very annoyed, "you leave me no choice but to use that force field spell again." He had used that one on his sister countless times before. Actually, it was one of the first spells Chris had come up with completely by himself. Altered especially for his sister. It cast a force field around her every time she tried to use the book, potion ingredients or any other magical items, and it forced her to orb home when she was within reach of a demon. Melinda called it 'the baby spell' because it was based on a spell witches used centuries ago, to protect their children. "You wouldn't dare." She said threateningly. "Watch me." He said, taking a little book out of his back pocket. "Wyatt!" Melinda called, looking at the ceiling. Wyatt orbed downstairs. "What on earth is going on here?" he asked, looking from Melinda to Chris and back. "Oh, nothing much," Chris began, "our sister seems to have a death wish, that's all." Wyatt gave Chris a questioning look. "Yea," he continued, "she went after a demon. Alone!" "It was just a low level demon. And I told you, I had more than enough potions. I knew exactly what I was doing." Melinda tried to defend herself. Wyatt shook his head and looked at her. "You know better than to look for trouble, Mel." There it was. One simple sentence and she'd give up. She could argue with Chris all day. When they were little, they used yell at each other so bad sometimes, that Piper found nothing better than to restore the peace by casting a silencing charm on them. Melinda sighed. "I know." She said, trying to avoid looking at her eldest brother. A shocked look formed on Chris's face. He wanted to say something, but Wyatt held one hand up to stop his brother. Then he walked over to Melinda and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, you will get that new power one of these days, you know. You just have to be a bit more patient." he said. "I sure hope so," she sighed, "'cos I'm feeling pretty useless. I'm always the stupid little sister who gets kidnapped by the bad bad demons. I'm sick of it… And there's no way to tell if I'll get a new power at all." "Mel, come on. You were never the 'stupid little sister'." He said with a smile, "Remember, your MAT – scores were even higher than ours. I'm sure you'll get a new power soon." He reassured her. "And in the mean time," he said, looking at Chris, "we promise to give you some space." Chris wanted to say something, but again, Wyatt held a hand up to stop him. "If," he continued, "you promise to call us when you're in trouble." She nodded in agreement. "I promise." She said, and hugged her big brother. Again, Chris looked completely shocked about his sister's reaction. He could yell at her and argue with her all day, try as he might, she never even tried to understand him. But Wyatt always pulled it off in less than two minutes.
Note: I figure MAT's are 'Magical Aptitude Tests' lol. Anyway, i'd love to hear what you think about the start of this story. So if you have a few minutes to spare, please use that review button! This is just a try-out. I wanted a break from my other story. Not that i've been working on the other one very long, but anyway...