<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Payton Vincentia Halliwell</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Why won't this damn thing work?!</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Tagged: Paisley, Wyatt</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Ashley-Greene_5-1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Having fully lost track of the flow of conversation, Payton almost jumped when her sweatshirt was tugged. Her eyes fluttered open and slowly she focused on her sister's smiling face. Confusion added to the mix fogging her brain for a moment but as Lee's words managed to penetrate the thick cloud of emotions surrounding her, she nodded almost eagerly. A change in location wouldn't solve her problem by any means, they lived in a well populated neighborhood so there would be emotion everywhere, but if she had to keep sitting at the table while fighting this off her little secret would get out for sure. She did plan on telling everyone.... eventually. Like, you know, after she had some control. It was important for her to look competent with her magic. She wasn't sure why but it was. <br/><br/>Brow furrowed as pain kicked up to join the disharmonious clash in her mind, she tried to keep her focus maintained, pushing everything outward in an attempt to retain her sense of self. The emotions were still there of course but every second they felt a little more distant which told her that her efforts were working to some degree—it was just a shame that the effort it was taking was causing a huge migraine to swell. <br/><br/>Wyatt's concern brought her head around to him and she forced a bit of a smile, <strong>“No worries cousin. You didn't upset me. Just... I'm ok.”</strong> Geez she sucked at lying.<br/><br/>Focusing back on the task at hand she knew there had to be a trick to this. Some little thing she was forgetting. If she could figure that out controlling her power would be as natural as breathing. As the daughter of a cupid and a powerful witch with empathic abilities, she was practically built to handle emotions. It didn't seem natural that she would struggle so much with this and it frustrated her to no end.<br/><br/>Standing from her chair she turned and shoved her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie. She heard Wyatt mention something about PJ not making it to dinner and somehow that made her feel both relieved and disappointed. She and PJ didn't always get along, especially as of late, but that didn't mean she didn't miss the big sister she remembered from when she was younger. <br/><br/>Trying to appear nonchalant about it, Payton made her way carefully toward the door that would lead them out into the garden. There thankfully weren't any puddles around but it would still be embarrassing to take a spill. She wasn't sure why her sister wanted to go outside but she couldn't help but feel a little grateful for Lee's perception, even if it sometimes meant she was caught red handed. Likely she would end up having to explain herself, something she wasn't quite ready to do but there was some comfort in knowing that if she could get anyone to keep her secret it was Lee. Pulling open the door she stepped outside and held it open for her sister.  </span></span>