<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>N/A<br/><em>Great.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The walk back to the dining area took longer than she expected since Melinda usually orbed everywhere when in the family manor. Plus, in her distress, she suffered a magical accident that took her to the second floor bathroom rather than the first floor. Quietly and slowly, Melinda made her way down the stairs, taking the time to stare at the pictures decorating the walls. The image of her aunt Phoebe came to mind from when she was younger as she explained the picture of her mom and herself with an darked haired woman. She could still recall the brief pained look in her aunt's eyes before she replied simply.<em> The walls hold memories, both painful and joyful.</em>The words stayed in her mind throughout her life as the walls replayed important moments of her family's life. Baby pictures. Graduation. Even days of disaster when she managed to get into some flour when her mother was not paying attention. The sadness lifted off her shoulders as she continued downward, careful to avoid the step that squeaked entirely too loudly, as she tried not to alert her family. She inhaled deeply before exhaling quietly out her mouth before she peered discreetly around the corner of the wall into the dining area. Instantly, Melinda felt a bit guilty upon noticing some of her cousins were missing from the table.<em> Good job, Melinda, you ruined dinner.</em>An embarrassed flush brightened her face to a pink glow before she pushed herself back against the wall, still not entering to return to dinner.<br/><br/>It was tempting to dash to the door and return to her little apartment. Running away from problems always seemed like the easiest opinion, but Melinda knew the truth. Doing such an action would strain things between her family members and herself for being overemotional over a dream. A dream. Her eyes lifted upward, almost wishing for some type of sign from her mother to guide her in the right direction. Of course, nothing came. She clasped her fingers in front of her stomach before pulling herself off the wall and walking back into the dining area. A lot of people seemed to be having their own conversations so she merely smiled at both of her brothers before resuming to eat her dinner. She chewed slowly as the flavor returned to her food despite the earlier disagreement. A little vibration in her pocket caused her to look down before slipping the device out to look at the screen. Melinda's face lit up with pleasure at the person texting her before she slipped the phone back in her pocket, content to wait before replying. As she ate, her mind shifted through the to-do list for tomorrow.