<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/>Melinda was grateful when Paisley offered for Brie to stay at her place since she really did not want long term company at her apartment. She did not mind visits as long as the person remained respectful of her belongings before heading out of the door within a reasonable time. Her desperate need for privacy was one of the reasons she did not frequent P3 for late night partying and why she moved out of the manor as soon as she was able to barely afford it. The cutting of her lasagna on the plate was nearly done, perfectly cut into squares when Wyatt sat at the table. The little bite of food neared to her mouth, causing her tongue to water, when he began to pray. Melinda stopped the fork just in front of her mouth before she hid a smile of amusement on her face by turning it out of his line of sight since this was a typical Wyatt habit. One she didn't necessarily agree with for various reasons. She understood that the Elders helped to keep good in the world, but some stories from her mother did not put them in the best light while it felt weird to pray to her mother as if she were a goddess or something. Mom was Mom. Despite her personal opinion towards this ritual of prayer, she lowered her head as her eyelashes and allowed them to touch her high cheekbones. This was Wyatt’s house, and it was common courtesy to respect his rules since she no longer lived here anymore.<br/><br/>Once he finished, she finally took a first bite of the food and barely contained a pleased moan since it felt like heaven in her mouth after forsaking eating all day. She gave Wyatt thumbs up when he said that there was more than enough for her to take home. "This is amazing," she complimented him after swallowing her food. It was crazy since there was food at the restaurant, but none of it compared to her brother’s home cooking. Plus she did not like setting a bad example for her employees by taking food home. Stuff for Summerland stayed at the Summerland. For a long time, Melinda was tempted to ask him to write out a recipe book to have at the restaurant, but she didn’t think that he would willingly part with his secret ingredients for family food. She continued eating as Wyatt began describing this unusual dream of his that sounded more serious than just silly. Why would her mother and aunts come to Wyatt for no reason at all? She swallowed her food and wiped at her face with a napkin before giving her honest opinion, “That doesn’t sound like just a dream to me. It sounds like a warning.” Her hand with the fork shook, but she grasped it tightly to stop herself as her mind developed the worse possibly for darkness to appear. None of them were good.<br/><br/>There were plenty of books upstairs in the attic on demons and evil, but there had been no reason for them to use it while growing up. Quietly while thinking, she continued eating her food even though her appetite diminished considerably. She was not even surprised when her second older brother, Chris, orbed into the room. She didn’t particularly like his joking tone about the matter, and she wasn't able to bite her tongue in time to stop herself from speaking. “I really don’t like how you guys are treating this. How many times did warnings come to Mom before something horrible happened?” Her voice was thick with emotion as she tried to not let her worry get the best of her. Her eyes closed to prevent herself from crying like an idiot at the table. The last thing she needed was for evil to come back into the world to make her life more of a living hell than it already was. "Excuse me," she mumbled before orbing away into the bathroom before locking the door. It was a stupid habit since it didn't necessarily work in this family. Sighing, she walked over to the mirror to check her face. There were faint dark circles under her eyes as she wiped away a single tear that rolled down her face. "Get it together, Melly," she chided herself gently while breathing in and out slowly to calm down.<br/>