Disclaimer: I own nothing. It belongs to Constance M. Burge, Brad Kern, and Spelling Entertainment.
Author's Note: Written for TPTigger.
Paige stood before two skinny teenagers, her dark eyes serious. She held two large books in her arms. When she was satisfied she had the boys' attentions, she gave each one a book.
“Now, you need to pay attention because this is important,” she began.
Wyatt's brown eyes widened. “A rule book? Whitelighters have a rule book?”
Chris only sat beside him, flipping through the pages. His green eyes were as wide as his brother's. “There's no way I'm going to learn all this.”
Paige put her hands on her hips. “You don't have to. This is only the intro lesson.”
Chris stopped on a page in the middle of the book. “Uh, Aunt Paige, I can't heal. Only Wyatt has that power.”
“Not to worry, Chris. You can look after your charge without knowing how to heal. And, who knows?” she said with a wave of her hand, “It may come later like mine did.”
Chris's shoulders merely slumped.
“Now, first rule. Always keep an eye on your charge. Even if you're not physically there, you need to listen for him or her.”
Wyatt raised his hand. “Will this cut into football practice?”
“Only if your charge needs you then?”
“How about studying?” Chris tested.
“No, your schoolwork will have to come first or your mother will kill me,” Paige said.
“Hang on!” Wyatt interjected. “You mean we still have to put our schoolwork first, but my football practice has to wait?”
Paige crossed her arms. “There are more important things than football practice, Wyatt.”
Wyatt shut his book and set it on the coffee table. “No way. I'm not giving that up.”
Paige sighed. “Okay, fine. We'll work out a schedule. Now, second rule...”
“If Wyatt gets to keep his football practice, I get to keep the photography club,” Chris interrupted.
“But, you won't have any time for your charges,” Paige said. She paused and looked at her two nephews. “Okay, keep your books. We'll come back to these lessons in a few years. First lesson over.”
Both boys smiled. “Thanks, Aunt Paige,” they said as they orbed out of the room.
Paige rolled her eyes. “Teenagers.”