<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>P3 Alleyway/Parking Lot<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jacqueline/ Strange man<br/><em>Dude, what happened to my car?</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Melly’s dancing like a madwoman ended about an hour ago, and now she was back relaxing at the bar with a drink in front of her. Yes, she was a little tipsy. Okay, she was more than tipsy, but for now she was perfectly fine scrolling through the various messages and emails on her phone while occasionally raising her hand into the air as her hip shimmied in the little bar stool. The random “that’s my song!” would erupt from her lips unexpectedly along with a wink in the direction of any young, playful man in her vicinity. It was not long before water replaced her shots along with something to put on her stomach. By the time the text came through her phone, she was feeling a bit tired and ready to leave the club since everything in the noise of nightlife was suddenly annoying her. She wanted her big, comfortable bed and some cheese crackers to nibble on before slumping into sleep. She could not help but scrunch up her nose at Wyatt's message since it meant that comfortable bed and crackers would have to wait a little while longer. Two words also stood out to her like red neon lights in Vegas.<em>Family emergency.</em>Those words meant the problem at the manor was not going to be ice cream and cupcakes.<br/><br/>Her hand lifted to rub against her temples before yawning slightly. Thankfully, she was steady on her feet after drinking nearly three cups of water along with eating several crackers for the past fifty minutes. She gave a little wave to the bartender before heading toward the exit door. Melinda could not help but notice how people were still lined up outside of the club to get inside once the cold air greeted her body. “Shoots!” She mumbled under her breath while fumbling around for her car keys in the little clutch purse.<em>To drive or not to drive.</em>The thought crossed her mind as she glanced around the faces outside for her family members. There was no chance of her being able to find them in the club since it was entirely too crowded and loud for them to hear her calling out their names. The option to just walk up to the DJ and cut the music off for an announcement did not seem like a viable option in her mind. That was probably a good thing since young Payton probably would have blushed scarlet to the roots of her hair. A faint memory replayed in her mind since her mother actually did something similar to Melinda when she was at high school party pass curfew.<br/><br/>Melinda began walking over the parking lot since she remembered seeing Lee’s car parked across from hers when she’d first arrived to the club earlier in the night. It only made sense that her cousin would drive back since she lacked the ability to orb. Melly could orb, but orbing while tipsy in the past lead to some uncomfortable situations. Staring down at the blue light coming from her phone, she suddenly glanced up when something solid whizzed pass her face. “What in hell?” In front of her was some type of scene playing out, and it was drawing closer out of the alleyway towards pedestrian cars. It was the woman Brie was chatting with about two hours ago...except she was surrounded by fire. The phone dropped from her hands in surprise since there were voices of people exiting the club just around the corner. Even though she’d never been in a situation with a threat, it was drilled into her head by both of her parents that mortals could not handle magic in their lives. She was frozen in disbelief for a second until a huge block of glog of something hit her car, turning it into what looked look unbreakable ice.<br/><br/>Melinda's fist clenched together, hard enough for her nails to dig into skin. Her car was not the best…but it got her where she needed to go. And, she was nearly done paying on it. Now, her car was inside of an icicle for a few seconds before completely shattering. The insurance companies would laugh at her if she told them about this occurring before hanging up the phone on her. “Hey Blondie!” A scowl appeared on her face as she raised a hand up to about chest level. “That was my car!” Anger coursed through her veins from all the bullshit from earlier as she released it through magic. The huge garbage bin (http://jameystegmaier.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/3yd_bin1.jpg) on the side of him disappeared into a flurry of blue orbs before it reappeared behind him and swung towards him like a heavy sledgehammer.