Capítulo 3: Chapter 3: Wands!
"Yes. Gomez, that's my husband, thought it would be a nice change to visit family out this way." Morticia answered.
"Yeah, but dad could have bought a better place for us to stay." Pugsley complained.
"He's right, it's dreadful." Wednesday warned.
"Now children," Morticia admonished. "While I admit it is rather awful, it is only temporary. Grandmama is out looking for a more suitable home."
Something confused Harry. "If it's only temporary, wouldn't it make more sense to rent it?"
"Gomez would never do that. An Addams never rents." Morticia said with confidence.
Harry knew he was rich himself, but the kind of money needed to be able to buy a house outright without batting an eye... Either the Addams family was insanely wealthy, or just outright insane.
Considering what he'd seen so far, he wasn't discounting both as a possibility.
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Considering how his hosts had described their temporary lodging, Harry was surprised to find it was a very pleasant looking country cottage, surrounded by unused farmland.
There was a dilapidated barn, but it wasn't like they were living in that. The only thing Harry could think of was that they were upset over the landscaping.
What must have once been beautiful rose bushes, was now a twisted mass of dead thorny vines. Where flower beds may have displayed colorful plants, now showed only rotting vegitation.
As the car came to a stop, Lurch got out, and opened the doors for everyone starting with Morticia's.
"Come along children." Morticia said, as she gracefully stepped out of the car. "Lurch, be a dear and take uncle Knick-Knack to his wardrobe. I'm sure he's tired after playing with the children all day."
The moaning chauffeur opened Wednesday's door, and she exited just as gracefully as her mother had. Harry followed the pale girl, while Lurch circled the car to let Pugsley out.
"What's wrong with the house, if you don't mind my asking?" Harry questioned as he and Wednesday caught up to Morticia.
"Can't you tell? it's so revoltingly cheerful." Wednesday answered. "It's hard to believe, but it was even worse when we arrived. You wouldn't believe the flowers the previous owner had strewn about the place. It was so... colorful."
"Yes dear." Morticia agreed. "Fortunately, I have some skill with gardening. I think the results speak for themselves. Now we just need to do something about the house itself."
"I don't see why we just couldn't stay in the barn." Pugsley complained as he caught up.
"You'll just have to tough it out for now." Morticia said. "That deathtrap is put to better use as a playground for Pubert."
Harry knew that he should be more disturbed by this family, that he should run and not look back, but for some reason he wasn't.
He couldn't put his finger on why, but something deep in his gut told him that he should stay. Beyond that, for some reason he was starting to feel more comfortable around them.
Answers to the questions he already asked had only served to confuse him, and raise more questions. Even though he had several burning questions, like why a deathtrap was a good playground, he decided to simply observe quietly.
Lurch using his longer strides, casually passed everyone to reach the house first. While holding the body bag under one arm, he opened the door wide for everyone else. Apparently he was not just the chauffeur, but was the butler as well. He moaned in response to Wednesday thanking him.
The cottage itself and its furnishings were as pleasant and cheery as the exterior suggested.
Harry noted with some amusement that everyone else was clearly uncomfortable with the decor.
Morticia led everyone to the kitchen, where things were in stark contrast to the rest of the cottage.
There was what appeared to be blood splattered on the walls and ceiling. A messily butchered hunk of unidentifiable meat was laying on the counter with a massive cleaver embedded in the counter itself.
A hunched figure was tending two large cauldrons that sat on the stove top. Instead of cooking with the stove, there were fires lit under each cauldron.
"Mama you've returned. Did you have any success in finding a more dreary home?" Morticia asked the grey haired woman.
The woman turned around, and Harry nearly thought he was looking at an actual hag. Fighting the urge to draw his wand, he settled on eying her warily.
"Nothing yet, but have patience. I'll find..." Morticia's mother stopped mid sentence when she locked eyes with Harry. "What do we have here? I can almost taste the magic rolling off you child."
Harry wondered if he could take many more shocks today. Apparently these people weren't muggles, or at least the crone before him wasn't.
"What, do you think I'm a wizard or something?" Harry asked, playing it off as a joke, just in case he was wrong about the old lady being a witch.
"Ha!" The crone barked. "A wizard! That explains it. Haven't seen one of your kind in years." she said pointing a gnarled stirring rod at Harry.
"My kind?" He asked, starting to get annoyed at his constant confusion. "You mean you aren't a witch?"
Morticia laid a delicate hand on Harry's shoulder. "Our family has its own magic. Grandmama Frump is a witch, as am I, and my daughter Wednesday as well. Only we aren't the kind of witches you are used to seeing."
"Wands." Granny Frump spat. "Waste of time if you ask me. Your kind would call us squibs because we can't use your pretty little sticks."
"Mama, we've brought Harry here for dinner. To eat with us that is." Morticia chided her mother. "You can talk about magic later. Where are Gomez and Pubert anyway?"
Realizing there would be no confrontation of any sort, Pugsley wandered over to the simmering cauldrons, and reached out a hand to sample one of the brews.
A skeletal hand dripping slime rose from the cauldron and swatted Pugsley's hand away. It then waved its finger at the boy as it slowly sank back out of sight.
Granny Frump swung the rod back behind her without looking. It smacked into the back of Pugsley's skull with a resounding crack.
Nobody except for Harry reacted at all as Pugsley was sent crashing to the floor.
"They're both out back in the fields, waiting for Fester and Dementia to arrive."
An explosion rocked the house, causing dust and small chunks of plaster to rain down on them.
"It appears they are here." Morticia commented lightly.
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