<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br/><strong>Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Halliwell Family<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Melinda shrugged slightly at Brie’s words since everyone had a reason not to attend family dinners as faithfully as in the earlier days. Some had better excuses than others, but she wasn’t mad about it. Sometimes, she didn’t want to endure sitting at the table either, and would rather stay home while watching television. "All that matters is that we're here now." Food was placed in front of her, and her stomach growled again. It was like the sweetest torture to endure the smell of Wyatt’s perfect lasagna and rolls without being able to touch it. She glanced towards the doorway, hoping that Payton would make an entrance soon, before her stomach decided to come alive and feed itself. Thankfully, Lee decided to make sure that everyone was waiting on her with a good old-fashion holler.<br/><br/>She nodded in agreement on the lack of food part even if her situation was different. “If only we could just wriggle our noses like that old Jeanie television show to have what we want pop up in front of us.” Her voice was soft and teasing with the tiniest hint of seriousness, but she would never use her powers for personal gain. Her mother always told her there were severe punishment for such actions, and Melinda was long past the days of saying “What’s the point in having powers if you can’t use them to help yourself?”<br/><br/>A bright smile came on her face at the mentioning of Brie finishing up her tour. “Congratulations on that accomplishment!” Touring sounded like fun, and Melinda would settle for being able to just take a two day trip somewhere, but it wasn’t possible for a number of reasons. It didn't please her that she was forced to miss most of her cousins shows since she couldn't get the day off to go attend. Her nose wrinkled at the mentioning of Mr. Chung since the man was as unpredictable as a rabid dog. Well, maybe he wasn’t all that, but he was always so eccentric in his personality. The man thought he knew the cure for everything. Often times his cures included some foul smelling ingredients. “Meditation is the perfect cures for stress,” she suggested to Brie, “Believe me, it works miracles.”<br/><br/>The sound of Payton’s voice gave Melinda the cue to start cutting at her lasagna. Even though she was starving with hunger, she still took the time to do her customary habit of cutting the food into smaller pieces. Her dad used to do it for her when she was a child for pancakes, but the habit transferred over to many other types of foods. Her eyes glanced over at Payton, wishing she possessed mind reading skills to see the reason why she required a ride home in a police car…again. Some of the neighbors already thought that they were a little strange in their habits even though her mother was the nicest person ever sometimes. She bit her tongue, wanting to keep the peace at the dinner table. “Wyatt prepared his legendary lasagna. Enough to feed army,” her eyes shifted to Wyatt, “I hope you don’t mind if I take some home with me. This will make a perfect lunch at work tomorrow.”<br/><br/>