<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/>Just like usual, Wyatt didn’t hesitate to heal her wound, and those familiar rivulets of healing flowed from his body into hers. The pain dulled before completely disappearing as if she didn’t foolishly touch a hot roll a few seconds earlier. “Thank you,” she whispered happily to him before turning around to see Trajan enter the kitchen. As customary, she stuck out her tongue at him playfully for being “too slow” to beat her into the room. Her brother’s gentle chiding made her turn back toward him with a little indignant snort. “You need a sign to let hungry patrons like me know when food is hot or cold. Besides, I couldn’t resist. My stomach’s growling for food since it smells so good in here.” Melinda’s mind backtracked as she tried to recall when the last time she ate today.<em>Hmm</em>, she thought,<em>I had yogurt and a banana this morning</em>. Besides that, nothing came to mind. That made sense since she was known to forget the necessity of eating during the day until pigging out later at home on her little dinners and snacks.<br/><br/>She listened quietly to Tragan and Wyatt exchange words before the sound of the siren outside blared. At first, she thought it would pass, but sure enough the sound stopped and continued to blare right in front of the house. It was tempting for her to go be noisy and watch the commotion from the window, but she resisted. There was no doubt in her mind exactly who was probably coming home in a police car. Melinda didn’t mind fun, but even she possessed certain limits. A little frown curved on her lips, the only sign of her dismay, before Lee came into the kitchen. She accepted the hug happily before returning a kiss on the cheek. “Nothing much. Just working, working, and more working.” She didn’t need to mention her displeasure with her job since most of her family knew she wanted to work at another library.<br/><br/>That was the extent of their knowledge since Melinda didn’t share the personal harassment endured through each long day. More hugs were exchanged before she moved out of Wyatt's way as he orbed the pans from the oven. A quick glance confirmed that he had already set the table for most of them so there was no need for her to retrieve plates. Brie's comment on family dinners caused her to nod in agreement since it was surprising to have so many in the house at once. "Perhaps we should make sure this happens more often," she suggested softly before turning her eyes towards the roll that Helen sucessfully plucked off the pan. Melinda's stomach rumbled again before she rubbed it reassuringly.<em>Food is coming.</em><br/><br/>Her eyebrows rose in curiosity at the mention of a dream since it must have been a weird to warrant mentioning. Life was reasonably calm during her childhood, but some of the stories from her mother and father taught her about the evil forces that lurked about just waiting for an opportunity to strike. "Let's just hope it was just a dream unless it was a good one." A mischievous smile appeared on her face as Wyatt mentioned wanting Payton down for dinner, but she knew the idea brewing in her head wouldn't work due to her own personal weakness. She couldn't help but picture the surprise on her younger cousin's face if she orbed her downstairs without prior warning. Yes, Melinda was at times a troublemaker. "I'm sure she will be down in a few minutes. Give her a little time to freshen up." With this said, Melinda headed over to her seat, waiting patiently for dinner to be served.<br/>