<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/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Still in the bathroom, Melinda refreshed her makeup to cover up the fact that she cried like some type of emotional braggart. No need to attract more attention to herself after leaving the table. The truth was that once she started crying, the rest of her pent up frustrations fell out of her as well since she held so much inside of her. So not only was she crying about this ridiculous and slightly scary dream her brother told them at the dinner table, but also her frustrations about working in a hellhole and not being able to find a better job. The fact that it felt like her life was moving slowly, much slower than some of her other friends. The fact that her life plan was not likely to happen since she was at a standstill in her life. She was twenty-four, almost over the hill and sliding downward towards her thirties. Sure, she had the restaurant as a backup plan, but that was not solely hers.<br/><br/>Though she loved her mother dearly, it sometimes felt like she walked through prepared footsteps in the sand rather than create her own. A forced, practiced smile appeared on her face as she stared into the mirror.<em>I should just orb home</em>. Yet she knew that running away from her family was not the solution nor was leaving her car parked in front of the manor.<em>You are a powerful witch and an amazing woman.</em>She thought the words in her head as empowerment to help her feel better about her situation since her friend told her about doing it. It was called being your own personal cheerleader. Once she felt slightly better and ready to face her family again, she placed her hand on the door to walk back rather than orb.