A/N. Thank you for the reviews. I know in the show Phoebe had three daughters, but I decided to play around a bit with the characters, like Piper never had a daughter while Prue was still alive and before Wyatt in the show, but in this story she does. Just to clear something up, regeneration is not the power to heal yourself, but the opposite of molecular combustion. So, not only can Lacy blow things up, she can also bring particles back together if something has been broken or blown up accidentally.

Chapter 2 – Patty

The hallway was deafening; people chatting, feet thudding and lockers slamming. I clutched my books tighter to my chest as Prue and I fought our way through. Prue was good at that, I noticed, pushing her way through the crowd. I was new at Magic School and new to the whole hallway thing. A tall boy, probably a senior, bumped into me with such force my books nearly slipped from my arms. Luckily I managed to keep hold of them. The boy carried on laughing with his friends, never once looking in my direction.

Prue stopped abruptly and I collided with her back. I glanced around, wondering why she had ceased walking. To our left was a classroom full of kids my age, each looking as nervous as I felt. This must be my magical defence class.

"Here you go," Prue told me, spinning around.

I drew in a deep breath. Suddenly I didn't want to leave. I wanted to stay with Prue.

"Don't be nervous," my big sister told me, reading my mind. "Miss Sinclair is lovely."

I nodded silently. If I spoke I was sure to throw up. Prue gave me a reassuring smile and turned, leaving me completely on my own. Sucking in another shaky breath, I opened the door.

"Ahh, welcome," Miss Sinclair cried as soon as my foot hit her threshold. "Please take a seat. We're just about to make introductions."

I did as I was told, searching for an empty seat right at the back. The only one free was next to a skinny girl with fine blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Great. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I glanced around, looking for any other spaces, but there were none. With a sigh, I sat down.

Fortunately, Miss Pale Eyes didn't say anything, just kept her gaze trained on the front. Good.

"Okay class, welcome to your first lesson at Magic School. Now I'm sure your form tutors have told you everything you need to know about your time here. So, I'll get straight into the lesson; magical defence."

Miss Sinclair carried on like this for a while, telling us that the room we were in at the moment was for theory only; we had the gym for practical. She also explained why magical defence was the most important and useful subject we could ever take. I thought it was a waste of time. I mean, I'm a Halliwell. I've got expert control of my powers already, thank you very much.

Eventually she went through the register so people could show their powers. Miss Pale Eyes, whose name turned out to be Taylor, was one of the first, at B. She stood up and walked slowly to the front, as if reluctant to demonstrate her abilities.

"Go on," Miss Sinclair prompted gently.

Taylor stretched out her left arm. For a moment I thought nothing was going to happen. But then I felt a chill wind whip through the room, lifting up my caramel brown hair. Paper began to blow off Miss Sinclair's desk as the wind strengthened.

"Okay thank you Taylor," Miss Sinclair said hastily, throwing her arms over a pile of neatly stacked papers.

Taylor lowered her arm and immediately the breeze died down. Aerokinesis, nice.

"Impressive," I told my desk mate as she sat back down.

"Thanks," Taylor smiled.

Soon it was my turn. I stood up, the chair scraping behind me. As I made my way to the front, I realised a hush had fell over the room. I glanced back to see everyone staring at me. What? Was my skirt tucked into my knickers? No, I could feel it flap at my knees. What then? I reached the front and Miss Sinclair smiled at me.

"Ahh," she said softly. "Patricia Halliwell. Let's see what you can do then."

Now I understood. People were staring at me, waiting to see my capabilities because I was a Halliwell. Well, they weren't going to be disappointed. I admit I'm not as powerful as Lacy - no one is - or even Wyatt, but I'm more powerful than most in here.

"Can you throw something at me?" I asked my teacher.

"Err… okay," she agreed reluctantly. She lifted up a paperweight and launched it in my direction.

I threw up my arms and flicked out my wrists. The paperweight stopped on its course towards me and hung in mid air. An awed gasp swept through the room. Freezing was a rare power; as far as I know it only runs in my family. Next I closed my eyes,

concentrating hard. I focused on my seat, wishing I could be there. I felt a warm glow spread up my body from my toes and the next thing I know people are crying out in shock.

"It's okay everyone," Miss Sinclair called. "She just teleported to her seat."

Everyone spun around to see me. They began to whisper among themselves, hopefully about how cool my powers were.

"Okay everyone, settle down," Miss Sinclair ordered. The noise continued. "I said SETTLE DOWN!"

That got their attention. Everyone fell silent and plonked themselves in their places.

"Thank you. Next, Susan Henley."

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"Hi honey, how was your first day?" Mom jumped on me the minute I dumped my bag in the hallway.

"Fine," I lied, plastering a fake smile on my face. What could I say? That the big kids were scarier than demons, I hadn't made any friends and I already had three pieces of homework?

"You're lying," Mom stated, scrutinising me.

That's right; never lie to an empath. I sighed and slouched into the living room. Mom followed me.

"What's wrong baby?"

"It was school," I replied, switching on the TV and slumping onto the couch.

Mom immediately turned it off and sat next to me. "Talk to me. What happened?"

How could I start? "Well… everyone was staring at me. For the whole day."

"That's because you're so beautiful."

"No, it's because I'm a Halliwell and everyone knows it."

"Oh sweetie, they'll soon get over that. All your cousins and Prue went through the same thing," Mom consoled me. "As soon as they realise you're no different from anyone else they leave you alone."

You'd think they'd have figured that out already. I mean, I'm the ninth, and last, Halliwell to join Magic School.

"I've got homework to do," I told Mom, pushing myself up.

"What kind?"

"Err… I've got to write a spell to promote growth in plants, mix a potion to cancel that growth and write a biography on the Elders."

"Well, if you need any help you know where I am."

"Thanks Mom."