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So, here's the next part in my story. I hope you will enjoy it.
Wyatt Halliwell-Wyatt is a weird name...and other random thoughts
by yours truly
"MEEEEOOOOWWWWW!" The black cat rushed downstairs to the kitchen where Piper was attempting to pay some bills. Potter was relatively unharmed...aside from the fact that his tail hair was completely blown off. She yelled upstairs to her youngest.
"CHRIS, WHAT DID YOU DO TO POTTER?"
"IT WAS WYATT!"
"WYATT, WHAT DID YOU DO TO POTTER?"
"IT WAS CHRIS!"
And that's how life was at the Halliwell Manor roughly 2 years after the whole 'painting coming to life' incident. Chris was 6, Wyatt was 8, Melinda was 3-and Piper was about to kill her children. Seriously, she was going to pull a Medea if they didn't stop with the same useless banter. 'It was Wyatt' 'It was Chris' 'No, it was you!' 'No, you did it!'-
"UH UH!"
"UH HUH!"
"NO, I DIDN'T!"
"YES, YOU DID!"
"NO-"
"Boys!" Piper screamed to the rooms above her head. "Down here! NOW!"
She was sick of it, she was going to let them have it. She wasn't going to sit there and watch her two children bicker like...like...like children! Yeah, we know that made no sense, but Piper was past the point of making sense. She was livid. She was furious. She was ready to blow up her children. She was ready to-
laugh like hell at the sight of her two boys...becuase at that moment, they orbed into the kitchen, scared, shivering, and...covered in soap.
"Boys, what were you two doing?" Piper said, trying not to laugh at the obsurd looks her boys donned. Still trying to be angry...
"We were washing Potter." Chris said, looking at his mother...and it was gone! How were these children ever going to be disciplined when all their bad actions were followed by something so cute!
"Yeah, he stinks." Wyatt pinched his nose, as if to make a point. Piper couldn't hold it in any longer.
"You..you gave Potter a bath?" Piper said, holding on to the counter for dear life...
"Um...yes..." Wyatt said, not understanding. He had to take baths when he was stinky. Why didn't Potter?
"Mommy, why are you laughing?" Chris asked.
"Honey," Piper said, picking up Chris and placing him on the counter. Wyatt jumped up, too, and Piper started taking off their shirts and pants to clean them, "you can't wash a cat."
"Why not? Wyatt and me have to take baths?" Chris asked, as Piper took off his shoes.
"Becuase cats hate the water."
"But you always say that we hafta face the stuff that we hate, and learn how to not hate it anymore." Chris was referring to the time when Piper tried to make Chris eat broccoli. That was the accident called "the dancing broccoli", becuase...well, let's just say it involved a lot of telekenesis, Melinda's pacifier, and a few very angry neighbors.
Believe us, you just want to forget that ever happened.
"Well...cat's can't really...learn that, sweetie...now, how did Potter get his tail-hair removed?" Piper asked, and immediately the two boys started in a huge explination...another one that you probably don't need to hear.
All you really need to know about that one is...make sure that, when you wash a cat, that you don't try to dry off his tail with an electric blow dryer...especially while he is still in the tub.
"...you tried to...electrocute your cat?" Piper was trying to make sense of it.
"What's eclec...ece..." Chris was starting to ask, but Wyatt cut him off.
"No, Mommy. I just didn't know that that would happen. We didn't even mean it. Chris plugged it in so that it would be ready when we needed it, and his hand slipped...he turned it on by accident." Wyatt explained.
"Yeah" Chris replied, "and then, Potter kept trying to scratch Wyatt like he always does, so I tried to hold Potter down, but his tail dipped the dryer into the tub before we could do anything." Chris had grown increasingly dramatic in the past two years. His latest addition to his act had been to use hand symbols and sound effects during his stories. So, while trying to explain Potter's tail, Chris' hands flew up and he made a 'bloop' sound.
But with a six-year-old witch, anything involving your hands is probably not a good idea...
Piper discovered this the hard way as all the plates she was washing flew up and towards the three of them.
Wyatt's eyes widened as he flicked his hands out and froze them all before any damage could be done.
Piper and Chris both stared at the plates and quickly, Chris regained himself and moved his hands gently, making all the plates go back to their positions on the table.
After a few seconds, Wyatt's freeze wore off and the plates clanged on each other...making them topple to the floor and break anyways.
"Great going, dorkbait." Wyatt said, laughing. But Chris looked as broken as those plates were, knowing that they were his Mommy's favorites.
"I'm...I'm...I'm sorry, Mommy!" Chris cried, and orbed straight to his room. Piper sighed and glared at Wyatt.
"You're really helping things." Piper scolded her oldest, who looked temporarily downcast, "Look, stay here. Don't move. I'll be right back" She said, and ran up to comfort her youngest.
Wyatt was quite content with just sitting on the counter, though.He wondered if he could fix the plates...his Mommy's birthday coming up, and it would be a great present to give her. So, he jumped off the counter and walked slowly towards the plates.
"Hm..." Wyatt murmured, biting his tongue in apparent thought. Wyatt was a thinker.He imagined it had something to do with the fact that Chris was always doing a million things at once, without ever thinking, so Wyatt had to do the thinking for the both of them.
For that reason, he sat on the floor and tried to think of what motion he would have to do to fix these plates.
First, he tried to telekenetically lift them up and put them together, but that did nothing but break the plate even further.
Then, he tried to put them together and freeze them for a period of time, thinking that maybe they would stick. That didn't work, either.
Hm...this was going to take a while. But by the sounds of Chris' wailing...he had as long as he needed.
Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, Wyatt had the smart idea of healing the plates. He thought that maybe you had to be alive in the first place to be healed, but he could try...
So, he put his hands over the plates and started trying to heal the plates.
Oddly enough, after about a minute of glowing, the plates started to remanage themselves into whole pieces, and after about 10 minutes, they were together and a complete set once again.
But Wyatt was absolutely exhausted, and plunkered down to sleep right next to them.
Aweek later, Piper sat her sons down for a talk. Her birthday had been the previous day, and after a lovely day of park-going and picnic-having, they opened presents.
Leo had gotten her a beautiful ruby necklace in the shape of a heart...Piper smiled at the card; "I gave you my heart long ago, but it never hurts to give it up again."
Chris had gotten her a picture he drew of the Manor and all it's inhabitants, including Phoebe, Melinda and Paige. It was made out of glitter glue and macaroni, and Piper loved it instantly.
Wyatt had gotten Piper the broken plates from before-but they had been fixed.
Piper looked at the plates in awe and asked Wyatt how he had gotten them, to which he replied 'I fixed them Mommy. I healed them!'...that's right. Some children give their parents macaroni and glitter glue...others give them magically repaired plates.
And although she had loved the plates very, very much, she had to sit her children down and give them the talk. It was time.
"Chris! Wyatt! Can you come into the living room, please?" Piper called upstairs and her two boys orbed onto the couch immediately.
"Yes, Mommy?" The two boys said,looking like angels. This was not a good sign. Piper was suspicious, but she would find out what happened later. First, she had to talk to them.
You know...Leo was supposed to be here for this...maybe she chould-
And Piper's excuse for stalling abruptly ended when Leo came through the door and ran to his wife.
"Sorry I'm late." He said, but Piper just waved it off. They both sat down and looked at their two children, sitting snugly on the couch, Chris with his hands under his thighs and Wyattgrinning uncontrollably...but still, sitting snug.
"Boys, it's time to give you the talk." Piper said, and Wyatt's eyes widened in fear. He had HEARD about this talk, and he didn't want to hear it from his MOTHER!
"No! Mom, we really don't need to know about that. My school told me." Wyatt said. And it was true. Just three weeks prior, his health teacher came in with all sorts of diagrams and stuff...it was gross! And sure, Mrs. Hazelbaum might have told them that their parents should be talking to them about...it...soon, Wyatt hoped that soon had meant...well...never, really.
"What?" Leo was confused. Mortal schools taught about personal gain?
But Piper immediately knew what Wyatt was saying and turned pink.
"No, Wyatt. I'm not talking about that talk." She could barely talk to Leo about that! And if the schools were teaching everyone about it, anyways, what's the point of her trying to inform her sons. They were taintedenough without sex, thank you very much!"I'm talking about a...magical...talk. For lack of a better word."
Wyatt calmed down and let his parents continue.
"Well, boys", Leo started, as he had more experience explaining personal gain than his wife, "you know how you can use your magic for almost anything, right?" The boys nodded. "So, there are some rules you need to know before you go on to the next level at magic school."
Magic School had so far been just about expanding their powers, developing them to the point where it took no effort to use them. Control was the next step, and although the boys had a fair amount of control on their magic, accidents did happen...
"Like what?" Wyatt asked. He had never heard of any rules.
"For one, you are not allowed to use magic to serve youself. That means that unless you're trying to help someone else, you can't use your powers. Ok?" The boys looked sulky, but nodded.
"That also means that you can't try to blow each other up for fun, or fix plates for Mommy's birthday." Leo looked at his oldest, who looked up in shock.
"But that was to help people! Those were Mommy's favorite plates!" Wyatt complained.
"By helping people, I mean saving them from bad demons or scary people on the streets. You can't use magic for too much without getting trouble."
"What happens if you use magic for everything, daddy?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, will you grow a tail or something?" Wyatt added grinning a little more. He didn't know about this talk, but this was great.
"Maybe a tail. Maybe something worse. Something will happen to you. Did you ever hear that Aunt Paige once used too many spells for personal gain, and her...chest blew up to three times it's size!" Piper said, thinking that now was not the time to explain to Chris what boobs were.
"Really?" Wyatt said, laughing. But Chris looked scared.
"What's personal gain?" Chris asked.
"Doing magic for youself only. Even if it is for Mommy's birthday." Leo explained, and Wyatt grinned even wider. This was gonna be good...but Leohad been a father for too long not to notice that look."Wyatt, you know, this means that you can't play any magical tricks on your brother." Wyatt immediately stopped smiling...maybe this wouldn't be so great...
"So, is our chests gonna blow up, too?" Chris was really scared.
"No. Not if you use your magic responsibly." Piper said.
"OK, Mommy. Wyatt and me will use our magic reposibly..." Chris repeated, figuring out what...what...well, whatthe 'r' word meant by it's context...
"Good. Now, you boys hungry? Let's go and get something to eat." Piper said, heading towards the kitchen. Wyatt jumped up, but Chris didn't move.
"What's the matter, Chris?" Leo said. And Chris started crying.
"Oh, Chris, darling...what's the matter? Are you hurt?" Piper asked, buthe just cried louder.
"MOMMY! I'M GONNA BLOW UP!" Chris screamed and jumped off the couch.
"He cries a lot, doesn't he?" Wyatt commented off-handedly, and Leo looked at Wyatt, knowing that he had something to do with this.
"What do you mean, Chris?" Piper asked, but Chris turned around and Piper screamed.
"Wyatt?"
"I don't have one, Daddy! Chris just got one in the night!" Wyatt said, looking as innocent as he could. But he was laughing inside.
"Wyatt, what is that exactly?" Leo asked, hoping that this was just another practical joke.
"IT'S A TAIL!" Chris screamed, and ran out of the room, scared that he was about to blow up or that his head would shrink or something else."IT'S 'CUZ OF PERSONAL GAIN!"
Wyatt justsat on the floor laughing. It was amazing what one could do with a little magic...
But then, he sat on something springy...and it hurt.
He got up, put his hand on his backside...
...and screamed.
Is that ok? I hope it is. I want them to grow up and act like brothers...you know? I'm sad that we won't get to see it on Charmed...
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