A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. As for what parent belongs to what kid, Adam is Margaux's father; Faye is Mark's mother; Diana is Grey's mother; Cassie is obviously Celeste's mother; Jake is Nick's father; and Melissa is Phoebe's mother. As far as any potential siblings in the circle, make sure to keep an eye out in the future. I'm not revealing anything quite yet.

Faye walked down the hall to the main office, her cup of coffee the only thing she was paying attention to as she responded to the principles summoning.

"Faye," the other woman said. "Come in," she said guiding the femme fatale to a seat. "Have you decided what you're going to do yet?"

"No, Diana. I haven't. Didn't we just talk about this at breakfast?" Faye threw herself in her chair, playing at the hem of her skirt which was just shy of being too short.

"I know," Diana said sitting down across from her reluctant friend. "But it might be nice if you and Mark made an effort to really invite her into your family. Without Cassie and Jane, the girl is alone."

"Do you think I don't know that," Faye responded. "But it isn't like she doesn't have the circle."

"Yes, but it will take time for her to bond with the others and let's face it," Diana said. "The circle reminds me a little too much of us. Even though most of the kids have grown up with each other and they know about the circle, there's a lot of feuding going on inside."

"Yeah, well if Celeste is anything like her mother than she'll make friends in no time," Faye said snidely and got up from her chair. Almost at the door, she heard Diana's last words of the conversation.

"She's your niece, Faye. Try to remember that."

Phoebe walked with Celeste. They had left the others behind at the boathouse, since Mark and Grey were heading back to school for practice and Margaux wasn't exactly the friendliest member of the circle.

Phoebe was still trying to gauge how Celeste would respond to the news that they were witches. While the five of them had grown up in Chance Harbor with their parents teaching them the craft, Celeste had been born on Long Island. Cassie had fled the circle and nothing had been the same for everyone she had left behind.

"Well, here it is," Celeste said. "I stopped by this morning to drop everything off and I didn't want to unpack the car so I walked to school."

"Are you excited to have the house all to yourself," Phoebe asked.

Celeste looked at her new friend, who looked exactly like her mother Melissa. "I guess. It's weird, not having Grandma Jane around or my Mom."

"Yeah, but you'll have Faye and Mark."

"Yeah, I guess. I've never spent any time with them, though. It's weird having an Aunt that I've never met," the seventeen year old said. "Let alone a cousin."

"Yeah," Phoebe said. "I would murder him in ten seconds flat if I were related to him."

"Wouldn't you do that anyway," Celeste asked. "I heard that he's kind of a tool."

"I don't know what Margaux sees in him. I think it's just the idea of a bad boy/bad girl duo that does it for her. God knows there's nothing else for him to offer."

"Girls," Faye said walking up behind them. "How are you doing today," she asked with her patented disdainful smile.

"Faye," Phoebe smiled nervously, not knowing if she had heard her talking about her son. "Well, I'd better be getting home," she said and waved to Celeste. "I'll see you at school."

Celeste turned to Faye. "Hi, Aunt Faye. I didn't know when you would be coming by."

"Well, I thought since it was your first day in Chance Harbor that I could take you around town," the Thirty-nine year old said. "I can show you all the cool places to go when you ditch school."

"Sounds interesting," Celeste said, "but I just started school here. I don't know if I want to start ditching classes just yet."

"So like your mother," Faye said to herself, tapping her fingers against her coffee. "Why don't you go put your stuff away? Mark's going to be with Grey all night and it will give us a chance to get to know each other."

"Okay then. I'll be out in two minutes." Celeste jogged up the steps and climbed the stairs to her room.

Taking the book of shadows out of her back pack, she jammed it into to hiding spot in the molding of the fireplace along with the Balcoin medallion and spelled it shut just in case the house had any visitors.

Nick strolled in to his house, throwing his bag on the couch. Almost two years older than the rest of the group, he was going to a community college and living at home with his dad.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he launched onto his bed and kicked his shoes off. He hated waking up for eight am classes but his dad had insisted on his schedule working around the high school. Considering how his dad ostracized himself from his own circle it was weird how much emphasis he put on Nick being tight with his own.

He closed his eyes, trying to sleep his way through the latest on goings of the circle. One day he was going to get out of this town, just like Cassie Blake had; just like his mother had done when he was just a baby. When he did there was no way in hell he was ever coming back.

Margaux met Phoebe, Grey and Mark at the Blackwell house that their parents had claimed decades earlier. "Where's Nick," she asked.

"Why do you care," Mark said coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

"The circle is here, right? He should be here," she bitched.

"Well, I personally am glad not to have him around," Grey said. "He was really creepy with Celeste earlier. He's going to ruin this whole thing."

"She's going to join," Phoebe said. "I think she'll be cool with it. I mean, she doesn't have her mother or Jane and the only adult in her life is Faye. She's going to need the friends here and we're the obvious choice."

"What's wrong with my mom," Mark asked with dark eyes. He hated the way Phoebe made comments about him and his mom, like she was so much better.

"She isn't exactly Betty Crocker," Margaux told him, taking her friends side. "So when do we tell her that she's a –"

"Witch?"

The group turned to stare at the blond who had walked in when they weren't looking. "Don't look too surprised," Celeste told them.

"But how do you know," Grey asked.

"My mother told me."

Jake walked up to the boathouse and was met by Faye who was leaning against the rail. "I'm guessing that's not just coffee in that mug," he leaned in as if sharing a secret with his old flame. "Are the spouses here too or is it just strictly circle members?"

Grinning, Faye swept her long dark curls away from her face. "Well, as we all know you and Adam ran your significant others out of town," she said aiming at her ex with a low blow, "And as far as Melissa's and Diana's husbands they're still at the shop on Main."

"Hey guys," Adam said hanging on to the door. "Dinner is ready."

Faye and Jake followed him in, where Diana and Melissa were gossiping about the latest faculty scandal.

"Jake," Diana smiled and walked over to give him a hug. "How's everything going with Nick? Has he decided on a major?"

"That kid? No, I'm just happy that he's agreed to go to school. I had to fight him tooth and nail just to get him to agree to go to community college."

Dianna rubbed a hand up and down his arm in a comforting manner. "It'll be okay, Jake. He'll get where he needs to be eventually."

"Yeah," Melissa chimed in. "You have to remember that he's had it the roughest of the kids. His mom skipped out on him before he was old enough to remember her, he's older than the rest of the kids so they don't really hang out with him as much. He just needs to find something that he loves and things will start to get better."

"I thought we were here to discuss Cassie Blake's progeny," Faye said putting a shrimp into her mouth. "You know, you're a better cook than your dad was," she told Adam.

Jake held out a chair for Faye with a look of disbelief on his face. Not disbelief in Faye's rotten attitude and treatment of the group, but disbelief in his own hopes that after almost twenty years she might have grown into a better person. Wishful thinking, he supposed.

"Actually," Adam started, "Jake and I were talking earlier—"

"You two," Faye asked pointing a finger back and forth between them. "That's a laugh," she said knocking back her coffee.

"And what we were thinking," he went on giving Faye the evil eye, "is that we should be more proactive about teaching them the craft as a circle, instead of just parent to child."

Diana nodded. "That makes sense. I mean, they already know the basics and if we were there to teach them than we would be able to keep an eye out for them, which is more than what we had."

"If we had only known what Dawn and Charles were up to," Melissa laughed, "but then again we wouldn't have been such easy prey."

"Are you still bitter about the whole Nick thing," Faye asked. "Because technically it was Cassie's fault for unleashing that demon," she reminded the group.

"But if Dawn and Charles hadn't brought Cassie here it would never have happened," Adam said.

"And we wouldn't have a full circle," Diana reminded them. "I am by no means defending what they did; killing Amelia in order to bring Cassie back, but it happened and while some bad things happened to us because of it, some really good stuff happened too."

"How did things go with Celeste," Adam asked Faye.

"The little witch is just like her mother," she answered. "So keeping an eye on the circle is probably a good move. When do we tell the kids?"

"Let's tell them Monday," Diana suggested. "No reason to ruin the upcoming weekend. I think we can all wait five days. Everyone agree?"