<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>Creature Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Wyatt and Tragan<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The door opened again before the wind brushed against her skin. Turning around, a bright grin that matched Tragan’s emerged on her face. Melinda loved Tragan, probably more than he realized, since he was her favorite partner in crime for late night partying on the weekends when he was available for her little adventures. “Hey you!” She hugged him close to her despite the cold seething off his body from being outdoors. Melinda laughed softly Tragan's words as the scent of food wafted under her nose, causing her stomach to growl loudly. Yep, her oldest brother was most definitely home. “I came over to benefit from Wyatt’s meals since I'm getting tired of microwave food.” As ritual, she pulled his ear with a little force like how she did when they were little since seeing him brought back fond memories to her mind. Besides, it wasn’t often that Tragan came around nowadays since they were both protective of their privacy. Not to mention a certain someone in Tragan’s life didn’t approve of them. It didn’t bother her though since she completely understood Henry's reasoning. Yet deep down Melinda wondered if Henry didn’t want to be around them since it hurt to be reminded of his deceased wife.<br/><br/>After all, some of Paige’s nieces and nephews adopted her powers and habits in their daily lives. Plus, she understood grief through her own personal experiences. It was one of the reasons she didn't live in the manor permanently. Melinda released Tragan from her hold so that he could get out of his own jacket before she reached around to shut the door. “Besides, my microwave has been acting funny.” The cursed device turned on and off in the middle of cooking food so her meals turned out half-cold most of the time, which was worse than being burnt. Wyatt’s voice called out from the kitchen, and her smile brightened. It was nice to be home every once in a while, especially after such a rough day. “Race you to the kitchen,” she whispered playfully to Tragan before disappearing in a flurry of small blue orbs without much effort or warning. It was technically cheating, but she knew her cousin wouldn't mind too much. Melinda reappeared in front of her brother to pluck a roll from the pan. “Shit,” she cursed loudly, dropping the roll back to the cooking pan in the process, before shaking her finger. Despite her own personal pain, she gave Wyatt a hug and a sisterly kiss on the cheek before holding out her finger for him to heal.<br/>