Melinda slipped on her favorite earrings and fixed her makeup. She let her hair loose, letting it bounce around her. She heard a distant knock from the front door and muffled, male voices. She rushed out of her room. Wyatt talked to her date, as Junior leaned against the wall, staring at Wyatt.

She quickly ran to her date's side.

"Ian!" she slipped her arm around his, pulling him gently away from Wyatt's interrogations. Wyatt stopped talking.

"Alright," she said, excitedly. She pulled him towards the door.

"Follow his car, and I guess we'll not see you there." She smiled and rushed out with Ian. He waved goodbye, and the door slammed close. Wyatt grabbed his jacket, gloomily. Junior followed him out the door, throwing his jacket over his shoulder. He shut up the lights.

Wyatt quickly headed out of the building, and into his car. They followed Ian's car twenty minutes to a lively club. They parked and got out of the car.

"Oxygen?" Wyatt questioned. Junior nodded front and back, excitedly. He hit his shoulder.

"Let's go have some fun."


Junior and Wyatt fumbled with the front door and walked in to the apartment. The lights were on. Melinda had pushed back the couch Junior sat on earlier to its rightful place and sat there, watching T.V. comfortably. She turned her head.

"Hey," she said cautiously. They sat down sullenly.

"How'd it go?" A moment of silence passed. She looked back and forth from their brooding expressions.

Junior exploded. "It sucked." She jumped in her seat. Wyatt just sat there, shaking his head.

"Yeah, so we tried, you know, talking to people; that didn't work. We tried dancing; we looked gay, considering we were the only guys dancing with each other."

Wyatt let out a laugh. Junior rested his head on his hand.

"It was not our scene," Wyatt said. "And it shouldn't be yours…ever again."

"Wyatt, I can handle myself. It's just sad for you. You are young guys who don't like going to clubs…?"

Junior got up. "I don't know. Maybe we've been too concentrated on our charges that we don't really care about this stuff, like clubbing and partying." Melinda shrugged.

"Isobel and Chris are going to that party Friday night. The one the new neighbors are hosting," she suggested.

Wyatt nodded. "Yeah, I remember him mentioning that."

"It'll be a lot quieter, you could actually talk to people…Right up your alley," she said. Junior nodded.

"Sounds good. I'm going home," he got up. "If something happens just call me." Blue orbs enveloped his body as he disappeared.

Wyatt leaned forward.

"Oh my gosh. Junior…"

Melinda cut him off. "I saw him dancing. You don't have to say anymore." They laughed.


Dora sat in her seat and looked over her class. The kids were sitting silently, with heads bent down, and hands furiously writing. She had just passed out an exam in her potion making class and observed each student carefully. She made sure to cast an anti cheating spell, but she still watched each kid like a hawk. After several long minutes, she sighed and leaned forward in her seat, organizing a stack of papers. She had to grade several essays and what better time to start grading. Seconds turned to minutes and kids slowly appeared at her desk, handing in their exams and leaving the classroom. The bell rang and three students shot out of their seats, handing in their finished exams. Brett finished his last question and slowly got up, swinging his backpack over her shoulder. He walked up to her desk and set it down. He leaned on her desk. She stacked the exams together, paper clipping them and slipping them into her bag. She looked at him.

"What's up?" she questioned.

He pointed to her bag. "Can you grade it now?"

She hesitated. "Brett, I'll give the tests back on Monday."

"Come on, I studied for hours, just…please?" he shot her a wounded puppy look. She rolled her eyes and sighed, reaching into her bag. He looked down victoriously and smiled. He pulled up a chair from the nearest empty desk and sat across from her. She sat down and took out a red pen, reviewing his test. He looked anxiously at her. She quickly skimmed through his circled answers, checking back and forth from the answer sheet. She used her empty hand to brush her short hair back.

"Okay," she said after what seemed like the longest time. He grabbed it apprehensively and looked at the red mark bearing his grade. His facial expression changed and he jumped out of his seat.

"Yes!" he shouted, showing off the red 'A'. He started doing a dance around himself. She got up and laughed.

"Okay, okay. You deserved it, now I need the test back to put it in my record book," she walked around the desk and reached for the test. He continued dancing and lifted it out of her reach. She stood on her tip toes and leaned over, trying to grab it.

"Come on."

He laughed, taking steps back and extending his hand higher. She jumped up. He leaned back on the classroom heater. She leaned towards him, attempting to reach the paper.

"Enough, enough!! I need the paper," she said, jumping up. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned his head forward, resting his lips on hers. She stopped struggling and kissed him back. A loud hit was heard coming from the direction of the door. Dora jumped away from the kiss and turned around. The door opened and her Aunt Paige strolled in, with a box.

"Dora, I need help with some schedules; a lot of kids didn't get the right class placements and I need to reorganize a ton…" she stopped short as she noticed their nervous expressions. "Am I…interrupting something?" She raised her eyebrows. Dora snatched the test from his hands and turned towards her Aunt. She pointed to her, waving the test towards her.

"I'm here to help, let me just pack up," she rushed back to her bag and stuffed the test in, hanging the bag around her shoulder. Her Aunt left, and as she followed, she shot a look to Brett. The door slammed shut. She rhythmically walked side by side with Paige. Without looking at her, she questioned her.

"So what was that all about?"

Dora looked at her. "What was…what all about?"

"There was nothing happening in there before I walked in?"

Dora shook her head. "Of course not."

Paige turned to face her and stopped her before they opened the office door.

"Good," she said, looking at her doubtfully. "Nothing can happen, you have to understand that."

Her eyes widened and she looked down. Paige looked at her sympathetically. She opened the door, with Dora following.

"This was a bad idea. We never should have let you teach here, you're too close in age with all these students. Several are even college students; older than you!"

Dora shook her head. "No, come on, Aunt Paige. I love this job. It actually…it gives me stability in my life. Give me another chance to prove that I can do this."

Paige stopped and looked at her anxious face again. She sighed.

"Okay. Start unloading the papers."

Dora nodded and began taking out stacks of papers from the box Paige had brought in.


Wyatt finished his last step up the stairway. He headed to one of the only two doors on the floor, to the source of the music. Junior had arrived earlier with Chris and Isobel while Wyatt protected yet another innocent. It was around 9:00 P.M. He was about to knock reluctantly on the door when it swung wide open. He came face to face with his brother. Chris's face lit up and he slapped Wyatt's hand with their daily "hello" gesture.

"Hey man! Where've you been?"

Isobel appeared behind Chris. Wyatt said 'hello'.

"Uhh, just out," he commented, emphasizing the word 'out'. Chris nodded.

"Alright, well, we were sent to get drinks," he waved bills of twenty. Wyatt nodded and waved goodbye as they bounced down the stairs, laughing. He stepped into the spacious apartment. It had several people walking around or sitting down, chatting. The main entrance led to the big living room which led further down a slim hallway to several closed doors. The kitchen was much like Wyatt's, shared with the living room over a countered window. He looked around for Junior, who was nowhere in sight. He grabbed one of the last cups of what looked like water and sat down, drinking. Junior suddenly emerged from the area around the hallway with a brown-haired, brown eyed male. He looked around their age, and several inches taller than Junior. He spotted him and waved, heading towards him. Wyatt stood up.

"Hey Wy. How did that thing go?" Junior asked. Wyatt nodded reassuringly, telling him it went okay. Junior turned to the guy he was talking to.

"This is Ephraim, he just moved in here with his girlfriend," he introduced. Wyatt shook hands with him.

"I'm Wyatt Halliwell, Junior's cousin and also, uh, Chris's brother, if you met him," he said. Ephraim nodded.

"Oh right, I did. Sure a lot of Halliwells at the party," he commented, smiling. Wyatt nodded, laughing.

"Yeah, we're pretty close."

"Man, you have to see this one room of his. He's got a sick pool table," Junior said, excitedly. Ephraim nodded.

"Yeah, go check it out, I'm gonna see what's going on in here," he patted Junior on his back shoulder blade and smiled at Wyatt. "Nice meeting you."

"You too," Wyatt said, as Ephraim walked past him to a group of other people. Junior nodded.

"Come on dude!" he grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards the room. He pulled Wyatt away, but stopped short. Wyatt bumped into him.

"Ahh. Junior? What's up?"

Junior let go of Wyatt and kept staring. Wyatt followed his glance to a brunette girl. She was tall, towering over several other girls in the room, with past the shoulder hair. Her eyes gleamed from the lights above as she laughed at something a guest said. Ephraim stood next to her, his hand on her back. Junior stood frozen in his position. Wyatt looked again at the girl and back at Junior.

"Grace," he whispered, mesmerized by her identical resemblance to his past love. The past love that was viciously torn to pieces. By a werewolf.