Prue sat looking around at her telekinesis class. The headmaster had split her and her sisters up a while ago even though she'd protested. She didn't really know anyone in this class, and Piper had insisted Leo stay with her, because she was too scared to go by herself. Prue folded her arms looking around. There were only about five children in the room and they were all older than she was. Some were playing around moving things with their mind like she did, and she didn't like it. They were acting childish. Grams had always taught her to only use her powers for good, and only sometimes would she use it to get the upper hand on Piper.

One brave child sat beside her and looked up at her. The boy had dark brown hair and crystal blue eyes. "You're new," he exclaimed looking at the girl.

"What was your first clue," Prue replied sarcastically. The boy looked to be about seven or eight putting him two or three years older than she was. She wasn't going to find any friends here at this rate.

"I'm Gabriel, but everyone calls me Gabe," the boy said ignoring her comment. Prue nodded her head but continued to not reply. "What's your name, and why are you so young?"

"Prue, and I'm advanced for my age" she answered simply. She wasn't sure if she even liked this boy. He looked friendly, but he also didn't seem to get the message she wanted to be left alone. She just wanted to be playing with her sisters right now.

"Oh, you're the Halliwell girl everyone was talking about!" He'd heard about the three sisters who were apparently part of some prophecy. They were supposedly super powerful witches.

At that Prue's back straightened, and she looked directly at the boy. "What do you mean?"

Before the boy could answer the teacher walked into the room telling everyone to 'sit down please.' "I'm Mrs. Thompson, and this is telekinesis 101." All the children looked at her confused. It seemed they were all new to the class. "You six," she said indicating the children in the room, "all have the special ability to move things with your mind. That's called telekinesis."

Prue rolled her eyes. She already knew all of this. Grams had taught her this years ago when she'd knowingly used her power. Grams did always say she was advanced for her age, and, looking around, Grams wasn't kidding.

"In this class, you all will learn how to hone your ability and use it for good. Eventually, you will all have complete control over your powers," the woman continued excitedly.

Prue rolled her eyes once more and raised her hand. "What if you already have complete control over it," she sassed looking the woman up and down. She didn't like how perky she was, and how she treated them like they were two.

"Miss Halliwell," gasps were heard throughout the room as people stared at her and began to whisper. Apparently they'd heard about her too. "You may have control over your powers now, but your powers will gradually grow and manifest into something great. Here we teach you to continue honing that ability until you have complete control over all your learned abilities."

Prue scoffed and moved her hands at the desk. The desk raised in the air above the teachers head as Prue smirked happy about her accomplishment. "I bet you I'm the only one in here that can do that." She gently put down the desk and folded her arms defiantly.

The woman kept a straight face and folded her arms as well. "That was very good, Miss Halliwell-"

"Prue," Prue said cutting the woman off.

"That was very good, Prue," she teacher replied through gritted teeth, "but eventually, when you're old enough, you may be able to do this." Without even looking at anything, every object, excluding the chairs the children were sitting on, was floating in the air. "This is what I mean by training and honing your skills. You will continue to grow in my class and be able to do amazing things." She gently let down the objects and smiled happily again. "Now, where was I?"

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Piper looked up at Leo and swallowed nervously. These little kids were scary. They all had special abilities and only half of them would freeze. "Piper, you have to unfreeze some of the children," Leo insisted gently. "They're not going to hurt you. They are actually very similar to you."

"I-I don't want to," she said shaking her head and burying it into his shoulder.

"You have to, Piper. Come on, once you get in there it won't be scary."

She hesitated for a second before holding up her hands again. The children that were frozen unfroze, and Leo walked into the room with Piper burying her face in his shoulder. "Mrs. Waltamath?"

The young teacher looked up smiling at the little girl in Leo's arms. "Aww, do we have a shy one?"

Leo nodded patting Piper's back hoping she would look up soon. "This is Piper Halliwell."

The teacher's mouth formed in 'O' as she looked at the young child. "She's the one who can and has been," she cut off her sentence and motioned around the room as Leo nodded. "Well Piper, you are a very remarkable girl," she teacher complimented trying to persuade the girl to look up.

"Thank you," Piper mumbled as she sniffled. She didn't want to go in here. It was scary here, and she wanted to be with her big sister Prue.

"Piper, look up please." Piper obliged to his request somewhat reluctantly and pouted. "Now Piper, why don't you go meet some of the other kids?" Piper shook her head and buried her face into his shoulder tighter. "Come on, I'll be right here." She shook her head again not looking up this time. "If you don't, then I'm going to have to tell your mother, and she might not like the fact you're not trying to make new friends."

She looked up at him surprised and then sighed. "Fine, but you better not leave, or I'll freeze you mister." She pointed her finger at the man sternly before letting herself be let down.

"Come on, sweetie, I'll introduce you to some of the other kids." The teacher took a hold of the three-year-olds hand and tried leading her away.

Piper glared at the lady and quickly grabbed Leo's hand pulling him with her. She wasn't letting him off that easy. She might be three, but she wasn't stupid.

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A one-year-old Phoebe looked around at all the toys in the nursery she was in. There were children all around, but she didn't understand why. She was just happy to have so many toys. She crawled over to a toy box and began playing happily. She liked this place. She also liked that every time she touched a toy she didn't get a scary image in her head only good ones. She laughed and played happy to be where she was at.

TBC...

A/N: Should I continue? Should I keep them as kiddos or skip forward a few years? Feedback is really appreciated! :)