Author's Note: Hiya everyone!! Thanks for the great reviews, it really helps me and inspires me to keep writing. I'm a little behind schedule and my postings have been catching up to the amount I've written. I have about 5 pages written after this update and that's not a lot so I'm going to try to hold back on updating (which will be much harder on me than on you). Haha . So please try to understand!! Critiques welcome!


Dora rushed out of Magic School, getting a student to orb her home. She was in desperate need of rosemary and she couldn't find any at the School. She knew she always kept some in her room. She shuffled through her drawer, taking out a small box keeping all her herbs. She nervously sighed as she couldn't find it and dumped the contents of the box onto her bed. No rosemary.

"Ughh," she sighed. "Mom?"

Her mom appeared at the door. "Hey honey, aren't you supposed to be at school?"

Dora nodded. "I need rosemary for my class, but I can't find mine."

Phoebe knitted her eyebrows together. "Don't you usually keep it in the box?"

She nodded again. "Yeah, and I know I stocked up last time, but I'll deal with it later. I need it quick, class starts in five minutes." Phoebe nodded, leading her to their attic. It didn't quite live up to the Manor's attic but it was homey, filled with magical items. Dora used to spend hours and nights just laying around, reading up on family history and magic. Her mom opened a drawer and emerged with a plastic bag, filled with rosemary. Dora smiled and hugged her.

"Thank you!" she threw a potion she had in her pocket down at her knees, which conjured her back to the school. She bustled down the hallways until she reached her class. She made her way to her desk when she spotted Brett sitting in one of the desks. She groaned. All week, she's been trying to avoid a one-on-one meeting. She had no idea what he expected. What he felt…She knew she definitely felt something.

But I can't feel anything. It's against the rules and I promised. I promised.

She put on a professional face.

"Can I help you, Brett?"

He fidgeted with his fingers and got up, leaning against one of the desks.

"I want to talk to you," he said. She looked at him, gesturing for him to continue. She gently placed the rosemary into her work bag.

"The kiss…"

"Shhhhh!" she interrupted, approaching him. "Nothing happened, okay? Nothing can happen, nothing will happen. Puts my job at risk and I'm not willing to give that up."

"So you're telling me you felt nothing?" he asked. She stared at him hard and flickered her eyes to the side, with an angry expression on her face.

"No, it meant nothi…" With a brisk movement, he wrapped both his hands around her head, hunching down to reach her lips. They bumped into the desk, and she kissed back, relentlessly.


Prue walked down the hallway, just passing through during her spare time. She stopped at a classroom, knowing Dora taught there regularly. Hearing a strange noise, she pushed the already open door wider. Her mouth widened, along with her eyes.

"Oh my…" she tried closing the door but missed the handle, slipping. Dora pulled away and turned to her. Brett groaned and crossed his hands behind his head.

"Prue, are you alright?" Dora asked, with an alarmed look. She helped her up as Prue nodded.

"Uhm. I'm sorry…for barging in and, uhm…I'm just gonna..," she stammered, pointing to the door and discreetly slipped out, closing the door. Dora stared at the closed door, her back to Brett. He slowly walked up behind her as she extended her hand to her forehead. She turned around to face him. He looked down at her vulnerable eyes.

"I'm not sorry I did that. And I know you're not. So figure it out," he said.

"It's not that simple," she argued. She started ranting. "You don't understand how this could hurt me, and you! You're a student, I'm a teacher. This cannot work."

"I'm twenty two! I'm older than you. It shouldn't be that big of a problem," he shot back.

She angrily shook her head. She shuffled back to her desk as the bell rang. He opened the door and walked out. She rested her head in her hands, thinking.


Junior sat sullenly on the couch, drinking warily. He'd been watching the girl he spotted earlier for hours. The party had gotten quieter as more and more people left. Wyatt took a seat next to him.

"Junior. Let's get going," he suggested. Junior just shook his head, continuing to drink. Wyatt sighed and leaned back. Junior started to get up, putting his drink down. Wyatt glanced up at him, panicked at his next move. He walked over to the girl. She smiled up at him.

"Hi, I'm Selena," she introduced. He returned the smile.

"Junior," he shook her hand. He stared at her as their conversation silenced. Ephraim appeared next to Junior.

"Hey Junior, you met my girl?" he swiftly walked over to her side and slipped his hand around her waist. Junior looked down.

She looks so much like her. He looked back at her and nodded.

"Yeah, it's great to meet you," he commented. She nodded, still smiling.

"Hey Ephraim!" a distant voice shouted. He nodded to Junior and walked off, leaving Junior and Selena alone.

"So do you live nearby?" she questioned.

He nodded. "Couple of blocks over, but I usually hang out at my cousin's house. He lives downstairs."

"Chris?"

He nodded. "Yeah, plus Wyatt over there and another cousin, Melinda."

He stared at her again. She looked down, uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry. You just look…like someone I used to know."

She nodded. Wyatt walked up behind Junior and pulled his arm.

"Junior, let's go."

He nodded. "It was great to meet you…Selena."

"Same to you. Hope you had fun," she smiled. Wyatt waved goodbye and shoved Junior out of the door. He looked at his cousin, who had an astonished look on his face.

"She looked so much like her. Didn't you see it?"

Wyatt nodded, noticing the strong resemblance. Junior looked past Wyatt and flashbacked to 2026.

"So no matter what happens when we get in there, we meet up later tonight at our place in the park," Grace had said with gleaming eyes.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Junior questioned, looking doubtfully at her front door.

She nodded. He slipped his hand through hers and they opened the front door. Her parents were seated in their living room. They looked up as they entered and sat on the couch across from them.

"Mom. Dad," she started. Her parents glanced at each other, worryingly.

"Junior and I want to get married," she blurted out. Her mother gasped and her father frowned. She uneasily let go of his hand when five minutes had passed with silence. Junior spoke up.

"I love your daughter, and we may seem young, but we want to be together and what better commitment than marriage?"

Her father squinted several times. Her mother finally spoke.

"Are you sure about this?" she quietly asked her daughter. Grace nodded.

"It was my idea and I love him. You two know how that is, you were married at my age," she said.

"College," her father said. "You can get engaged now, but there will be no wedding until after college." Junior looked at Grace, who smiled and nodded.

"What do you parents say about this, Henry?" her mother asked.

"We haven't talked to them yet, we were going to go after we talked to you," he said. She nodded and broke into a smile.

"Okay," she said, in a quivering voice. Grace got up and hugged her mother, who had started to cry. Junior shook her father's hand. Grace hugged her father and smiled.

"We have to go to Junior's house. I'll be home later tonight," she kissed her father and hugged her mother again. Junior smiled and waved as Grace pulled them out of the door. Within minutes, they drove to Junior's home. They stepped in to the quiet home. She set her bag down on the couch.

"Hello?" he called out. Footsteps were heard stomping down the stairs.

"911," he recognized his sister's voice shout out. Tricia came into view. She stopped as she noticed Grace with him.

"Hi…Grace. How are you?'

"I'm good," she scratched her short blonde hair. "Everything okay?" Tricia's smiled stayed plastered on her face and she looked at Junior.

"Actually, we have a family emergency and we need Junior…if that's okay."

Grace's eyes widened. "Of course, I hope everything's okay."

Tricia nodded. "Oh, it will be. Thanks."

Grace turned to Junior. "Meet me later if you can. I'll be at our place." She kissed him lightly and hugged him. He walked her to the door.

"Who's the demon?"

Helen appeared from the direction of the kitchen. "Not demon. Werewolf."

She turned her back and Tricia and Junior followed her back to the kitchen.

"Werewolf?" he questioned.

She nodded.

"Okay, do we have anything to scry for him, because I need to talk to Mom and Dad soon."

Tricia turned to him. "What's the rush?" Helen looked curiously at him.

"Well, if you must know. Grace and I…we want to get married." Helen dropped her phone, which she was fumbling with. She quickly picked it up.

"Married?"

He nodded.

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" Tricia questioned. He looked at her.

"Hey, don't be a hypocrite. You and Alex have been engaged for a year now and you're only 18." She waved her hand at him.

"Psh. We're adults. You're just a kid," she said. Helen laughed.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's get this werewolf out of the way."

Tricia nodded. "Okay, well Helen managed to pull some of his hair out." She laughed again. "Not as easy as it looks!"

"There are different myths on how to kill werewolves. We could decapitate its head and remove its heart…"

Helen grimaced.

"Or we could use silver bullet, but who knows how accurate that is."

Junior nodded. "Has Mom ever come across a werewolf before?"

Helen shook her head. "She said Aunt Piper once became a type of werewolf; a wendigo."

"And it was killed by a flare gun to the chest, so maybe we could use a silver bullet," Tricia finished.

Junior nodded. "Werewolves can die by mercury too." Helen nodded.

"I think we should make silver and mercury bullets," Tricia continued. They nodded in agreement. Tricia and Junior went upstairs to get some pure silver. Helen went to her room on the first floor and found a thermometer. She cracked it and used an eyedropper to get some mercury out. Once she finished, she gently set it down. She pulled out her necklace from under her shirt, which had a small key attached to it and used it to open her drawer, which contained all sorts of guns with boxes of bullets. Taking out a box of bullets, she took five out, drilling the nose of the bullet. Inserting the mercury into all five bullets, she sealed it skillfully shut with lead. She stopped what she was doing when she felt a presence behind her. Turning slowly around she heard the slow breath of the hairy creature she had encountered earlier.

Tricia and Junior heard their sister's loud scream. Looking at each other, they both orbed downstairs. Helen was struggling to get up. She was sprawled over their dining room table. Tricia helped her up. Junior looked back at her room. The werewolf flew from it and jumped on him. He orbed out of the way and orbed a lamp over him. It barely harmed him.

Helen ran to her room and grabbed the bullets, pushing them into the gun. A knock was heard from the door and it slowly opened.

"Junior? I forgot my pur…" she stopped talking as she saw him orbing more items at the beast.

"Oh my god." Junior looked at her, his eyes widening.

"Grace! Get out of here!" he yelled in panic. She stood frozen. Helen ran back with the gun. She shot once at him. He jumped as it hit his leg. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain. He teleported away, disappearing. Tricia looked back at Helen, who glanced at Grace. She stared after the beast, her eyes wandering. The werewolf teleported behind Grace and grabbed her from behind. Her screams echoed as they disappeared.

"Grace!" Junior shouted.