In the Underworld, The Source, wearing a black robe, pacing around his throne room in the Underworld. His plan was going perfectly, as the Charmed Ones had no idea of his involvement of the events in the last few months, but realistically he knew that the arrival of future members of the blasted Charmed family have put a wrench into his entire plans. He had gathered however that the future Wyatt and Melinda had no idea what he looked like. The Source guessed that if his plan had gone on without their arrival, he would never even have had to reveal himself to the Charmed Ones. With a wave of his hand, four beings engulfed in dark were summoned, The Source turned to the dark figures and said, "We have work to do." In the Source's Chambers, the Source finished with the demons and then waved them to leave his presence. It was now time for him Shapeshift into his human disguise. The Source waved his hands and suddenly he was no longer in his black robe but was in a red button up shirt brown jeans and a black trench coat he had a badge on his right front shoulder that said San Francisco Police Department. He smiled as his body was engulfed in flames.
At Magic School, the day was just beginning and Cole was in the middle of class, leaning against his desk cross armed, as he told his students, "Yes class there are demons out there who look human and have blended into humanity, one could be a janitor, parent, a cop, or even a lawyer." A girl in the back raised her hand she had a look of yeah right on her face. Cole wearing a white shirt blue jacket and a pair of blue jeans. He was supposed to be wearing the traditional black robe but he hated it and after having a long talk with Leo he convinced him to allow him to wear normal clothes. "Yes Alesha?"
"Yeah right Professor Turner, we would spot them and no way something that gross could just live amongst us."
Cole just smiled at the young witch; these freshmen had no idea the world they were walking into, "Really? What if I told you I was once a demon...and the Source..." Cole then told his freshmen class, like all the ones before them, his story from the killer Belthazor , the Source, the Wastelands, the Avatars, and finally the being he is today."
Leo's class of future Whitelighters had already started, and Leo was sitting at his desk, after a long discussion on why Chris was not in class again today. He had hoped that nobody would notice and that maybe he could make it the rest of the day without anyone bringing it up, but the fact that Chris never missed class, didn't escape their attention. Leo simply stated that it wasn't a big deal, and that his son was just at home sick with his aunt Paige, all the while trying to keep the constant worry he's been having from showing on his face. He wanted to find Chris more than anything, but - like future Wyatt and Melinda had said earlier, there wasn't much he could do to help. They were doing all they could back at the Manor. Leo was looking over papers that he had assigned to his students the night before. It was a simple assignment on Orbing and he was elated that the majority of his students had gotten an above average grade on it so far. It was nice being able to spend the day with his son, Wyatt, even if he didn't always follow the rules in his class. He saw the twins around Magic School as well, and couldn't wait for the day where they would come into their powers and join his class, but for now he'd have to stick to teaching them mortal things, like he has done with his Daughter and his other niece, Christine, Cole & Phoebe's Daughter.
Wyatt was sitting in class with his head on his hand. Just thinking on how it wasn't fair that Chris was missing and he was too little to help. So what? Chris was still his little brother so why couldn't he help? He doodled some more with his pencil not really even trying to pay attention. Out of all these powers in the family not one of them was getting them any closer to finding either Chris, "What good is being magical if it doesn't help any?" He sighed and finally looked up, "Can I go home?"
Leo looked up from his desk when he heard Wyatt's voice, before setting down his red pen, which he didn't have to use at all on Wyatt's paper. The boy was smart and Leo was very proud of him. He smiled the slightest when his Son had asked to go home, but as an administrator, he knew that he couldn't give his kids special attention, and if he'd let Wyatt go home, he'd have to let his entire class Orb home. "Well, I can't let you leave in the middle of class, buddy, but I will give everyone a ten minute break." Leo wasn't surprised at how quickly most of his students got up from their desks and ran for the door, the second the words had come out of his mouth. Others just Orbed out and into the Lobby, where most kids spent talking or playing their handheld video games. He then got up from his desk and walked around his classroom, placing a worksheet on top everyone's desks; something to pass the time after the kids got back from their break.
Most days weren't this easy, but this week in particularly was different since all Leo could think about was how much he wished he had powers, so he could at least do SOMETHING to get his son back. Leo had somewhat been hopeful that the sisters would find some kind of hint as to where Chris was, but it's been nothing since Future Wyatt and Melinda had arrived here three weeks ago. Therefore, most of his attention was away from the class and on finding Chris, so the kids had it easy for the better part of a month.
Wyatt watched him walk around but he just sat in his desk, "Why haven't they found him Dad? All these magical people and no one can find a little kid..." He looked at the paper that he was passing out. "I could go home and help Mom... We're not doing anything here anyway because your worried too..."
Leo looked down at his son, trying to find the right words to explain to Wyatt why all the magic and good their family had, couldn't find his little brother. "Your Mom and Aunts are working very hard on finding him, Wyatt. I'm sure something will come up soon, you'll see." He attempted to reassure his son, as the kids were coming back from break. "We just have to be patient a little while longer." And Leo hoped that everything he was saying would somehow magically come true. Or maybe if he was still an Elder, there could be something else that he could be doing, other than sitting at this desk for eight hours. Leo bent down to Wyatt's desk and spoke in a quieter tone, as to not let the other students hear him. "Actually, your Mom is here at Magic School. She took the day off of work today to see what she could do here to help. I thought it was a good idea." He told Wyatt, before giving him a small smile. "Why don't you go and see if you can find her in the Main Lobby."
Piper was in the library at Magic School, with all sorts of books sprawled out on the table in front of her, with two notebooks full of notes. She was trying anything and everything she could to find Chris. She had barely slept and she yawned and rubbed her eyes with her thumb and index finger. She pulled her hair back and kept reading, "Come on, just give me a sign or clue, or anything." She sighed and stretched and kept reading. Just then Wyatt walked into the Library.
"Hi Mommy" he said softly. Piper set down the book she was reading through, turned and smiled at her son. Piper put down the book she was reading when she heard the soft voice of her son. She looked down and smiled, and then scooped him up onto her lap.
In history class, Chrisy was trying really hard to pay attention. Her Mom wasn't very happy yesterday when she got in trouble for playing around and not doing what she was supposed too, especially with Chris missing, but after a while she started conjuring little things up to pass the time. She did try to behave, but it was just too hard. She glanced around some and then threw the ball, trying to hit Melinda, but instead she hit a vase and broke it and she mumbled, "Uh oh..."
Melinda had been engrossed in the story that their teacher had been reading to them. The girl in the story had lived in a magical land full of magical creatures and for Melinda the fantasy was welcomed. She knew that something bad had happened to her brother, but she really didn't understand why he hadn't come home yet. If he had spent this whole time with Grandpa Victor, she was going to throw a fit, cause she did know that that wasn't fair at all. Melinda suddenly heard a crashing sound behind her and saw the shattered vase on the floor. She looked straight at Christine and gave her that 'your going to be in so much trouble' look.
Cole ended that last of his story with telling his class to always remember that looks can be deceiving. He gave the class a smile and then walked to the front of his desk and said, "Any Questions?" a bigger set boy put his hand up. Cole looked and him and with a point said, "yes Dustin?" the heavy set boy had a questioning look on his face as he spoke,
"Professor, if what you said is true, and I am not saying it isn't… then what exactly are you, I mean you are you a demon still?"
Cole couldn't help but chuckle at the student who by the now changing look on his face was worried, "Dustin if I was a demon could I be here in Magic School?" Dustin's look of fear did not leave his face,
"Well Sir, you did just tell us that demons have invaded magic school before?"
Cole was very impressed with this student he had been paying attention. "great point Dustin, but that is when good was no longer present in the school, with the Charmed Ones in control of it Magic School is protect, but to maybe answer your question better, the truth is I don't really know, I know that I am not a demon, ghost, poltergeist, man, or anything else that I know of. But I would say I am probably between sprit and mortal…and with that class dismissed. Tomorrow we will discuses high level demons" and with that the students left.
Cole just smiled as he stood there and watched his class left after all of his students had left his classroom Cole's face went from mildly entertained to stress in a second, he took a long deep breath as the restless nights searching for the Chris's had been a drain on the entire family. Cole looked at his class schedule for the day and decided he had a few min. before his class. It was then that he noticed his little girl walking into his class. He thought for a min. if he just dismissed his class how would she be here… he smiled anyways at his beautiful daughter and said, "hey sweetie " he put out his arms and gave her a hug then lifted her up and sat her on top of his desk. "Chrissy…why are you in my class room?"
Christine swung her legs trying to think of a good reason, "Uh... To say hi…..Hi!" She jumped off of his desk and ran for the door not realizing the note had fallen out. She just ran into the hallway and got lost into the crowd of students. Not noticing that the note from her teacher that she'd tucked into her back pocket had slid out and was now laying on her Father's desk. Cole smiled as he was about to return to grading some of his students papers when he noticed a folded peace of paper on his desk where Christine was sitting. He picked it up and started to read it. He took a breath to calm himself before he waved his hand and Chrissy appeared right back on top of his desk.
His face was filled with anger and disappointment. "Chrissy, forget to tell me something?" he held the note up to his daughter. "Now we have talked about this young lady! And you know the worst thing you could ever do is lie!" he stared at his Daughter in the face she clearly not as worried and she should be Christine Halliwell Turner, you know better then to be goofing around in class" it was then she started to look worried, "oh Christine you are going to be the death of me…okay if you promise you will go back to class and behave for the rest of the day I will not tell your mother, deal" Cole smiled to his daughter as he set her back down on the floor.
Chrissy crossed her arms and looked up at him, "Daddy it's boring. And you just said lying is bad and now your saying you'll lie to Momma. That's worse then me being bad." She looked up at him waiting for a response.