Hey, sorry that I haven't updated in a little while...I kind of flipped my van...yeah...fun story, huh?

The story about the kids...ah, innocent children...

by me


The next day, the boys had to go to Magic School. It was April, and the boys...well...they were normal children, like anyone else. They were excited to be near break.

Wyatt was freaking out. His tail might have disappeared when he removed his brother's, but everytime Wyatt saw the back of his pants, he imagined the horrible, springy tail coming back.

Unfortunately for him, being scared of a tail that you deserved coming back was not reason to miss a day of magic school, which of course, was the most important thing...ever. So on that Monday morning, Wyatt grabbed his brother's hand and stormed off into the yard. Apparently, being 8 years old meant that he was old enough to walk his brother to school. Alone. His Mommy was so mean sometimes...

"Wy-y-y-y-atttt!" Chris groaned as Wyatt flung his little brother around, "C-an't we go-o-o-o slo-o-wer?"

"No, Chris, we can't." Wyatt said, and started walking even faster. One of the requirements they had to walk alone to Magic School was for Wyatt to hold Chris' hand tightly. On the first day, his Mommy tried to duct tape them together, but Daddy stopped her.

He loved his Daddy. It was his Mommy he was angry at.

And that's just the way it was for Wyatt Halliwell, he thought with a smirk. His Mommy was always yelling at him and telling him to leave Chris alone, and to bring Chris down from the trees, and to bring Chris' teddy bear back from the Moon, and then not to fix the pretty plates that he worked so hard to fix!

But Mommy never yelled at Chris. She always tucked Chris in, and made his favorite foods, and always had cookies waiting for him when they got home.

OK, that last one was a lie. Mommy had cookies for both of them when they got home...Wyatt just never really liked chocolate chip cookies.

Yeah...we know. Wyatt is obviously very messed up in the head to not like chocolate chip cookies. Wyatt knew that, too. It was apparently quite unnatural to not like chocolate chip cookies. It would be like...not being able to put your brother's bear on the moon. It simply wasn't an option. That's why he never told anyone.

But his Daddy was always great to him. Always playing catch with him...well, both of them, but he gave Wyatt his glove,which was really, really cool! Always taking Wyatt on special trips to the Bridge when it seemed like they needed some time to be alone. Those were usually the times where Wyatt did something to make Chris cry (even though he so cried every 10 seconds. Chris was just a giant cry baby!), and his Mommy had been yelling at Wyatt to put back or remove whatever he had done. His Daddy even brought him on a demon chase...once!

Just once, though. Because his Mommy tried to blow up Daddy after that one...

That was another thing. His Mommy never let him go on any demon chases at all! Chris got to go against that demon two years ago, but since then, neither of them got to go NEAR the Book, the Demons, or even the Attic, really. We mean, they got to walk up there and all, but if they ever tried to do anything related towitchcraft or something, they were in a lot of trouble, so it was just better not to.

Chris got to have all the fun, Wyatt huffed as he walked briskly. He crossed his arms and sulked for a little while longer before coming to several realizations.

One being that Chris hadn't been whining too much on this trip. Very unlike Chris.

Another being that Chris had gotten considerably lighter...which scared Wyatt just a little...

The lastbeing that Wyatt could cross his arms. He shouldn't be able to do that...unless..

And then Wyatt turned around.

Chris was gone!

"Ughh..." Wyatt groaned to himself, "Not again...CHRIS!"


No one is truly sure how people get into Magic School. Well...that's not true. No one is sure how other people get into Magic School. There is a place a couple streetsaway fromthe Halliwell Manor, where you walk in and get transported to the Magic School...plane...or whatever it is. Another way is to go by orbing, or by a spell or potion...but no one quite asks, 'so...how do you get here? Magical door?'...it's just not a very good conversation. Quite boring, actually.

So, when Wyatt started freaking out about where his brother was, it didn't occur to him that other children can orb to Magic School. Honestly, Piper just let them walk becuase it gave them a sense of normalcy. If they weren't going to go to normal school full time, the least they were going to do was transport there in the most normal way possible. Hey, it worked for Piper. Why not her children?

Of course, she hadn't taken into account the fact that, when Wyatt would slam his brother against signs and mailboxes and the occasional dog and (most horrifically) against the belly of an old woman, Chris would get fed up and orb out of his brothers hands, making sure to let him stay right where he was walking.

Wyatt didn't know this. So, he panicked.

And when he stopped panicking two hours later, showing up to magic school without his little brother, but with his hair, body, and clothes covered in what looked to be Central Park, you can imagine his anger at seeing Chris trying to levitate his teacher's wig while shedroned on and on about the laws of subtraction.

"Wyatt! There you are! Do you know how worried we were!" Paige said, picking up his nephew and shaking him a bit.

"I lost Chris..." Wyatt said, pretty close to tears. After all, he had gone through quite the ordeal. Apprarently, he did not have the gift with animals that his brother did...and a few of those bigger dogs are really, really scary!

"Chris is in class. Like you should have been two hours ago! I'm going to clean you up a little, and then I'm going to drop you off at your class, alright?" Paige waited for her nephew to nod, and when he did, however tearfully it might have been, she put him down and started to walk towards her office, obviously expecting Wyatt to follow.

He sighed, and followed his aunt, knowing that this meant a whole lot of screaming when he got home...


"WYATT MATTHEW HALLIWELL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE WENT THROUGH WHEN PAIGE CALLED US AND TOLD US YOU WERE NOT THERE!" Piper was livid. She was past livid. She was past anything. What she wanted more than anything in the world was to blow up her half-whitelighter son, to make him feel the pain that he caused her this morning. But, she figured that blowing him up would not be saving him from any kind of pain, and would only serve to prolong her misery.

Not to mention, a bit tricky on how to explain that one to the neighbors. "Oh yeah, he pissed me off, so I blew him up. What? Oh, I blew him up with my hands. See, I'm a witch and-" and you can insert Oprah, crazy witch-believers wearing Harry Potter hats, and certain long-winded news reporters here.

Therefore, she continued to scream at her loudest volume for a little while, seeing her son sit there with a look on his face that obviously meant to piss her off. And it did. She was getting angrier and angrier...

Until a vase behind him blew up. That's when Piper stopped screaming. At least, in anger.

"Mommy." Wyatt asked, seeing the vase blow up, knowing that his Mommy only made things blow up unintentionally around people she really didn't like. "Why do you like Chris more than me?"

And that's when Piper stopped being angry at all. She saw her son at the table, with his messed up clothes and his spiked up hair (all the kids were doing it), and realized how rotten of a mother she was. She was screaming at an eight year old. More importantly...her eight year old.

"Oh, Wyatt." Piper said, sitting down and staring at her son. "Believe me when I say that I will never like Chris more than Ilove you. I just get really scared for you. Really really scared. When you disappear fortwo minutes, let alone two hours, Mommy doesn't know what to think. And she gets really frightened that something might have happened to you. What if a demon had kidnapped you?" And that, ladies and gentlemenm, was Piper's greatest fear.

"Mommy, why would a demon kidnap me?" Wyatt said, smiling a little. What would a demon want with a scrawny, prankster, eight year old like him. They'd probably want Chris more. In fact, a demon already tried to take Chris. So, that was proof that the world just adored and wanted Chris. Wyatt understood this. Chris was the outgoing one, the one that had all these friends already. Wyatt was just...Wyatt. The kid who showed up to Magic School twice a week, and the other three days, went to PS #127 with a bunch of mortals who couldn't even move a pencil with their mind.

"You'd be surprised, sweetie." Piper said, picking up her now quite-a-bit heavier son and putting him on her lap. She was going to have to stop carrying him soon. "Did you know that, when you were a baby, we had to fight off the people who wanted you?" She was somewhat smiling, but it was more a grimace, really.

"Really?" Wyatt was astounded. He knew a few stories of his toddler years, but they involved dragons and putting his parents in a dollhouse...not any kind of kidnap attempts.

"Oh yeah. There was this one time..." Piper was recalling Gideon's attempt, and decided to use another one, "three...was a cult, who thought you were their leader." Wyatt laughed at that one. Their leader?

"But I was a baby." Wyatt said, disbelieving.

"You were a baby, yeah, but you were quite the handful. Every week, someone else would try to make you their leader, or try to take you or...well...never mind. You were quite in demand. In fact, we got extra help just to make sure you would stay in your crib for a little while. Everyone loved you. Never think anything else." Piper said, hoping that her little boy did not truly think this way. Becuase that would be a horrible misconception!

And, to be honest, it would just suck.

Luckily, Wyatt was able to be convinced of his mother's love, and for the rest of his life, he became the sole confident of his Mother. His Mommy. His Piper.


SOOOOOO...does this chapter suck? Because I'm still trying to come up with an appropriate plot...really..lol. I have one for the next segment...but I need one for this...I have a slight idea...

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