<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Wyatt Halliwell<br/><strong>Creature Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Melinda, Tragan, Payton, Lee, Helen<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As his sister orbed in front of him he smiled... not seeming startled in the slightest.  In truth, he was very much accustomed to people teleporting to and from the manor.  He did it himself, after all... though he did own a decent car, a green 2023 Prius that he was making payments on.  He tried to honor his mother's wishes and be as 'normal' as possible... only orbing anywhere when he was going to be late to something important otherwise.  As Melinda burned herself on the roll, he shook his head and took her hand, leaning in to kiss the burned area like he had done since they were young.  Healing energy filled her wound and she would find the pain vanished quickly.<br/><strong><br/>"There.  That's better.  The pan is hot, you know."</strong><br/><br/>He smiled warmly.<br/><strong><br/>"It's too bad we can't heal ourselves"...</strong><br/><br/>He turned as he heard the sound of the siren outside... tilting his head as it got louder and- yep, it stopped just outside the house.  He shook his head and wondered if there was any cause to be concerned.  Then he heard the front door open and two more of his cousins entered the manor, unless his senses were getting rusty.  He could always feel his family when they were close.  Lee and Payton... he doubted that Lee had anything to do with the police car, but Payton?  He wasn't sure... he wouldn't question her, but he hoped when she was ready she would be comfortable enough to talk to someone about it, even if it wasn't him.  He noted Lee and Tragan entering the kitchen and offered both of them a smile, returning Lee's hug with all the warmth that he was known for.  He chuckled at Tragan.<br/><br/><strong>"You know this house belongs to all of us... I'm just the acting caretaker.  Welcome home, everyone."</strong><br/><br/>He was about to respond to Tragan and Lee's queries when Helen orbed to the kitchen.  He was wondering if she'd wake up with all the commotion in the house... not to mention the siren outside.  He offered a smile and a returned hug to her before speaking again.<br/><br/><strong>"Heya, Helen... I was just about to say, it's nice to have so many over today."</strong><br/><br/>He paused, leaning back against the counter.<br/><strong><br/>"Business at the club has been good.  No sign of the forces of evil coming after any of us in years... the Book of Shadows is safe.  I have a loving family.  Yeah, I'd say life is pretty good."</strong><br/><br/>His smile faded ever so slightly.<br/><br/><strong>"Well other than this dream I had last night"...</strong><br/><br/>He was sure it was just a stupid dream, hardly worth mentioning.  His powers didn't include premonitions, after all.  He paused... and jumped a bit as the timer on the oven went off.  He laughed at himself and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Er, yeah.  The lasagne's done.  Everyone grab your drinks and have a seat.  We can talk more while we eat."</strong><br/><br/>He quickly moved to the oven and opened it, smiling as he saw the food looked perfect.  He turned the oven off and looked around for that damned mitt again.<br/><strong><br/>"Where in the name of the Elders did that mitt go?"</strong><br/><br/>He finally sighed and shrugged... just orbing the dish out of the oven onto the counter next to the rolls.  He smiled to his family as the pan with the lasagne appeared on the counter, steam rising from it.<br/><br/><strong>"Careful.  It's very hot."</strong><br/><br/>He glanced to Lee with a wry smile.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh and Lee... tell Payton she should get ready for dinner as well."</strong>