Summary: Dumbledore should have never left Harry on the front steps for so long unattended, especially on Samhain. What if a certain enchantress from one of the darkest pureblood families known to date found him and decided to raise him as one of her own? What would happen to the Wizarding world? The answer: Pure Chaos.
Warnings: Dark!Powerful!harry, Evil!Dumbles/Ron/Ginny + bashings, Crossdressing, Gore, Violence, Language, Slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and this fic is heavily inspired by Kyaru-chan's Ideas, I simply put my own little twist to them.
A/N Mother Gaea! I wasn't expecting such positive responses, 77 followers and 49 faves? I almost had a heart attack and thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm happy you all liked it~!
Special thanks to ShiroHallow96 and Jhotenko for giving me a few ideas and tips on how to improve this (because I really needed the help).
For anyone willing to give constructive criticism, I am more than willing to accept it, Since this is my first big story I want it to be as correct and likable as possible.
As I told ShiroHallow96, I'm going to open a poll for the pairings sometime in the future (probably when I get around to mid 4th year to early 5th year) to help make up my mind but in the mean time I may just make it open season. The romance won't truly start until late 3rd-year, which gives a fair amount of time for everyone to think about it also I'm not going to tell you that you have to pick just one. I'm open to having Absinthe have more than one mate, I'm more fond of that fond of that sort pairing style anyway.
One last thing, I'm currently looking for a beta reader to help me get this in shape, so if anyone feels up to it just shoot me a message.
Now Let's see how LittleAbsinthe has been progressing shall we?
'thinking'
"spell casting"
"Normal talking"
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Chapter II
It had been around five years since Harry Potter vanished and Absinthe Addams descended upon the earth. The small six-year-old was an Addams through and through, he had an iron stomach for poisons and could stomach any of his grandmother's strange bubbling concoctions. His hair had grown wildly since then as if it had a mind of its own. Raven locks were already cascading down mid back and didn't seem as if it would stop anytime soon, Wednesday would joke sometimes and say that he looked like more of a girl than she was which he normally took as a compliment before telling her that she was more of a man than anyone on this plane of existence. Small bickering like that usually ended in Wednesday chasing him around with a spiked flail while Pugsley throws his bombs at them, it was a wonderful and close relationship built on trust and murderous intent.
Recently, Wednesday and Absinthe had begun practicing the art of the sword under the watchful eye of their father and sometimes with the help of Pugsley. If it wasn't already obvious, Wednesday was a vicious fighter and exceedingly brutal to anyone who challenged her. In this case it was Absinthe, who was currently sprawled on his back, glaring up at his sister while he attempted to catch his breath. She had charged at him with a katana, one of her newest toys, and he dodged only to trip over his own feet.
"Oh come on Sin, don't be a sissy. Fight back instead of running around like a headless chicken!"
"You hit like an over-sized Manticore!"
"So? That doesn't excuse you from being such a wimp, come at me like you're gonna skewer me!"
Pugsley cackled from his seat in the corner as he listened to his younger siblings bicker, this kind of thing was becoming a daily event for them. Absinthe had learned first hand how much getting hit by Wednesday hurt and even though he had inherited his mothers sense for pain he was not about to be humiliated by his own sister in battle, even a mock one. He adapted to her movement patters and had learned to use his speed against her, dodging any and all attacks she could throw. The seven and a half-year-old grinned as Absinthe threw one of the daggers that he kept strapped to his waist at Wednesday, Pugsley blinked as he saw an opening and took the opportunity to toss a stick of dynamite at his sister who immediately turned and made mince meat out of it causing the nitroglycerin-soaked sawdust to fall into a large dust pile at her feet.
"Next time throw it lit, you may actually hit something."
Clapping distrupted them and the children looked up at the doorway to see Gomez approaching with Grandmama Frump close behind him and Thing perched on his shoulder. "Nice Throw, Pugsley! Excellent mincing Wednesday, Absinthe, next time try and aim for a major artery while dodging to the side and try keeping your feet further apart." pausing to take a deep drag of his fine cigar he motioned for them to come closer. "It's time for your Musical lessons with Mama." At this Grandmama grinned "Oh yes, today I'll be teaching you the basics of the violin since you've all mostly mastered the piano. It will be a lot harder than just slamming your fingers on keys, so be prepared." Pugsley scrunched up his face at hearing that, since he was older than Wednesday and Absinthe he had already started learning that instrument last year; He had broken at least six violins a month. He just wished he could go back to playing the bass, now that was fun!
Granny Frump caught the look on his face and rose and eyebrow "Pugs, don't look so down. You 'll be getting a pass on the musical lessons for today, Gomez and I don't want to bother buying you any more replacements after last week. Instead, you'll be memorizing a list of explosive chemicals and reciting their ingredients and their uses." For a moment, he looked overjoyed before he grimaced "I don't get to play with them do I?" She shook her head no and he sighed, mumbling about how it was too good to be true.
The music hall was half the size of the ballroom and full of rows and rows of musical instruments. Violins and Viola's were stacked in the far back of the room next to the cellos and a lonely bass. A grand piano stood in the center of the room, covered with a black cloth and to the right of that was a silver harp with Diamonds embedded into the pillar. Mother said it was a gift from Lord Montague, an old friend of Grandfather Frumps who presided in England. When Wednesday had asked why Grandfather from was given such a valuable instrument, Grandmama boasted that it was an accursed object that took the life of its owner. Perhaps that's why Grandfather died? Regardless of the fact that it was Uncle Geof struck the killing blow.
Grandmama came to a halt and gestured for them to stay put while she walked off in the direction of the storage room to the left and started searching for something, leaving them alone for a moment. Pugsley wandered off towards the Bass' and Wednesday shuffled off in the direction of the piano, leaving Absinthe to browse through the rows and rows of music books. Absinthe's gaze flickered over to a rather peculiar looking book, there amid the sea of dark colored tomes was a small pure white book. He inched closer and pulled it out before examining it, it looked like a bit like a spell book, the label on the front was "How to sing like a Siren and capture the hearts of your enemies: Vol. I". A mischievous spark appeared in his eyes and he opened it, skimming through the pages. Moments later Grandmama came back into the room with an armful of instrument cases.
"Search through the instruments and find a size that works."
The next hour was then spent in chaos, A very organized form of chaos. Pugsley did as he was told for the most part if you look over the fact he was experimenting and mixing the explosive the chemicals and powders, Wednesday was excelling at breaking all glass and crystal with her wonderful skills and Absinthe didn't even bother playing instead he just asked granny Frump to help him with his singing so that he too could break glass without touching it or focusing his magic along with the added bonus that he was going to try and use the new book he found to practice on the mail man. Absinthe was overjoyed when he managed to make Kitty roar in pain the when he started in on his high notes, Grandmama had never been prouder.
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"Alright, little Raven, Today I'll be teaching you how to cook Assaisonnés mort au curry with mixed meats." The mothering voice of Morticia stated and Absinthe looked around in confusion.
"Are Wednesday and Pugsley coming?"
"Oh no, Pugsley isn't allowed back in the kitchen after he tried to cook bat's eye soup with that stick of dynamite."
"What of Wednesday?"
"Well, the last time she was in the kitchen and I let her help with dinner, A few of your father's business partners were here and she switched the smoked rat tail with Acromantula legs dipped in Curare. We're still not sure if Mr. Mellifont and Sir. Ivencrouch will be able to move ever again."
Absinthe rolled his eyes at the explanation and sighed before climbing up on the chair next to his mother to help her prepare the Amanitas mushrooms and fenny snake. Peering down at the raw materials he made a soft gagging noise "Mother, how do I do this?" Morticia glided over to him before taking a minute to examine the soon to be dinner "Well darling, slice up the fenny in long thin pieces, like a noodle. As for the Mushrooms, I want you to chop them up into tiny pieces after that toss them in the cauldron and we can move on to the basilisk eyes and hippogriff tails." Absinthe's eyes widen and he got to work on the ingredients, he had heard about basilisk eyes and their properties from Grandmama, allegedly basilisk parts were expensive and very valuable potion ingredients that could cause remarkable effects and here he was, eating one for dinner!
"Mother does eating basilisk parts give you special powers?" The boy was giddy and began gushing about all the new powers he'd love to get "Will I be able to turn people to stone? or oooooh, will my hair turn into a nest of snakes like Medusa- What if I turn into a snake?!" He was rambling now and practically hopping up and down in the chair as he sliced the knife through the food.
"Calm down, Raven."
"But mother-"
She turned to him and chided "Hush, life is not all lovely thorns and singing vultures you know. Though it is true some things will grant you special abilities, most of the time they're temporary. To truly get the gifts you desire in life you have to work for them, either by killing all that stand in your way or manipulating your way around them. Whichever way you choose it's guaranteed you'll enjoy yourself."
He puffed out his cheeks and pouted before reluctantly "Yes mother..."
Smiling she ruffled his hair before turning back to the food "Wonderful, now...Salt, pepper or Cyanide?"
"Cyanide!"
"Excellent choice Raven."
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Sam Hilliard was in no means a patient man, he didn't like to dilly dally. He simply preferred to go in and get the job done as quickly as possible before sitting down at his desk and finishing up on his paperwork. He loved staying in his office and loathed being sent out into the field for home check-ups. You can imagine how annoyed he felt when he got called into the boss's office that morning and was sent out into the middle of nowhere to find out why their letters, calls, and threats of government confinement had been ignored. 0001 Cemetery drive was the home of three children that had never once set foot in a school, not once!
Sam grumbled as he made his way up the intimidating wrought iron gates of the mansion atop the hill, pausing when the gates opened by themselves. Brushing it off he continued his way to the top stifling a yell when the gates slammed closed behind him. Sam turned before sprinting up to the porch of the manor, nearly tripping a few times, stopping only when he reached the door and he swallowed before ringing the doorbell, startled again when instead of a bell he heard a foghorn.
It wasn't long before the door opened and a look of confusion dawned on his face when he was that no one was there, ten he looked down and noticed a small girl in a black dress. Her hair was long and done into little braids and her skin was pale as if the child had rarely seen the light of day. Coughing awkwardly he smiled.
"You must be one of the Addams children."
"Hello, I'm Wednesday."
"Nice to meet you, My name is Mr. Hilliard. Are your parents home?"
"They're always home."
He blinked slowly and furrowed his brows. "May I speak with them?"
"You mean you actually wanna come in?"
He nodded before following the child into the house, judging by her reaction they must not get many visitors. He took his time to look around the foyer in awe. Their home was decorated as if it was some sort of fancy museum for the most foreign and morbid art possible. Everything was just strange here, he stifled a gasp as he spotted what looked to be a human leg sticking out of the mouth of a mounted harpoon shark. He took a step forward and let out a rather unmanly shriek when the bear rug suddenly roared at him and him leaped off of it in fright.
Wednesday skipped over to Sam and took his hand before showing him around the room, he pursed his lips and coughed "Nice place you've uh...got here Wednesday." she little girl laughed before nodding "We like it, it's really nice and gloomy." As they were approaching the area around the fireplace, he noticed another child sitting in one of the leather chairs hunched over a piece of paper and scribbling with black and red crayons. He noted that this child, a girl if he had to guess by the length of hair and petite form, had a slightly healthier skin tone but was just as pale as the Wednesday.
"This is my brother Absinthe!"
Said child looked up the moment he- HIS name was called and Sam had to do a double-take. The child was smaller than most his age and had a rather round and feminine face and yet certain that this was a boy? He never felt more disgusted in his life- how were these people raising their children? They were pale, unhealthily so, and this child... To let their hair grow so long even though he was a boy? Well, that was just plain improper! To let a boys hair grow so long, like one of those homosexual types, or worse- A hippie! It was inconceivable.
"Uh...Hello, there - uh...little boy, what have you got there?"
Absinthe stared at him for a moment and moved back in the chair, eyeing the man suspiciously "It's a drawing."
"Oh, a drawing of what?"
"Lucretia Borgia, I was listening to the opera last night with mother."
Sam rose an eyebrow and nodded, he had never heard of any child so young getting into something so...difficult.
"And how'd ya like it?"
The gir- IT grinned at him before showing him the picture, it was mostly just childish scribbles in a sea of deep red, but you could make out one squiggle standing over several other squiggles...people perhaps?
"It was nice. I really like how Mrs. Borgia managed to kill everyone at once! Father said it was ingenus."
Wednesday stared at him "That's not what he said, Sin! The word was ingenious!"
"Same thing!"
Sam was stunned into silence. Here, right in front of him two young children were talking about death casually as if the topic wasn't anything special. Before he could comment on it, however, he was drawn to the stairs as another child, ran towards them. He was plump and had strawberry blonde hair, unlike the others two he seemed somewhat normal.
"Hey, Wednesday, I fixed your doll!"
The boy held out a headless doll that was dressed in a rag like black dress. Mouth agape, Aam furrowed his brows "Fixed it? That dolls head is missing!"
Wednesday turned to him and smiled "It's Marie Antoinette, Grandmama was teaching us about the french revolution and Pugsley chopped off her head for me."
Pugsley smiled and nodded before looking over to the Absinthe "Come on Sin, let's go to the cemetery! We 'll wait for you out there, Wednesday." Absinthe hopped out of the chair and he and Pugsley ran towards the door. Wednesday grinned before waving them goodbye and tugging on Sam's hand "Come on Mr. Hilliard, Mother is usually in the conservatory around now."
The little girl led him through more of the house and he stared at the art pieces they passed in the hallways. For a moment he thought he was going insane because out of the corners of his eyes it looked like the paintings were moving. Swallowing he shook his head 'This place must be getting to me.' He sighed as he was led into a bright room full of strange looking plants and flowers. Sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling and walls, he was relieved to see that not every room in this place was so...depressing.
"Mommy?" Wednesday called out as they began moving further down one of the aisles. Sam Couldn't Fathom how you could find someone in this ridiculous forest of a room.
"Over here, little sídhe."
Wednesday led them around a corner and Sam held his breath as he gazed upon the most alluring- no ravishing woman he had ever seen. Tall but not too tall, pale wrinkle-less skin and long silky looking black hair. She wore a long tight fitting black dress decorated with layers of lace. He was so enamored he failed to notice a certain man-eating plant wrapping around his neck.
Smiling ruefully she glided over to him and removed the plant with a light and airy laugh"Oh dear, it seems you've woken up Cleopatra. She hasn't had the chance to eat a proper man lately you know."
And just like that the spell was broken and he could only stare at her in horror "M-mrs. Addams, I'm Sam Hilliard. I'm here to talk to you about getting your children in school?"The woman nodded as she tended to her plants, Hemlock if he was correct.
"I'm going to bury Marie Antoinette in the graveyard." Wednesday muttered quietly and Morticia finally looked up from her plants with a blinding smile on her face. "Have fun, dear." The little one ran off and left the two adults alone. Sam cleared his throat before walking a bit closer and gave a strained smile.
"Mrs. Addams, it is of the utmost importance that you send your children to school by tomorrow morning. It has come to our attention that you have two six years olds and one almost eight-year-old that have never attended a proper school. I'm afraid if you allow them to miss school any longer the law will have to get involved." Morticia looked up and him and hummed lightly before moving in the direction of a light brown rope hanging from the ceiling, he followed with an exasperated sigh and wiped the sweat from his brow. Morticia smiled softly before she spoke once more "I'm afraid you'll have to speak with my husband then, he deals with most of the laws around here."
Without any warning, she pulled on the rope and the earsplitting sound of a gong resonated through the property. Sam held his head and groaned as the earsplitting noise continued before fading just as expeditiously as it had started.
Shaking his head he yelled, still attempting to get the ringing in his head to cease "That's quite the bell you've got!"
"Yes, it is quite nice, isn't it? Mr. Addams is quite fond of it"
He took a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate on clearing his growing migraine when he felt an extremely large and cold hand on his shoulder. He stilled before taking a deep breath and turning is head, gulping as he found himself face to face with some sort of weird Frankenstein-like giant.
"Hello Lurch, be a dear and escort Mr. Hilliard up to Gomez would you?"
The giant, Lurch, nodded slowly before grabbing Sam by the collar and pulling him along while Sam tried to fight o stay where he was.
"Mrs. Addams can't I just discuss this with you instead- I mean there's no reason to be hasty here."
"Follooooow meeeeee." Lurch's frighteningly deep voice drawled out before dragging the poor man off into the distance.
Morticia simply smiled before waving goodbye and turning to Cleopatra"Such a strange man wasn't he?" Cleopatra coiled around her wrist as if agreeing. "We'll have to see if he'd like to come back for dinner sometimes, I'm sure he'd make a wonderful snack."
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Lurch had dragged a rather unwilling Mr. Hiiliard down at least seven different hallways and up one obnoxiously high flight of stairs before they finally came to a stop in front of two dark oak double doors and was released from Lurch's iron clad grip. Lurch walked over to the door and motioned for him to go in.
When he didn't move however and an annoyed groan left the taller male and Lurch grabbed his arm and tugged on him lightly towards the inside of the office. Though...Lurch's definition of light usually means ridiculously hard and Sam stumbled forward, nearly falling over.
"Well, hello there." an oddly enthusiastic voice called out from somewhere in front of him. He felt only slightly hopeful that he was going to speak to a normal person for once, however, seeing as though he had already entered so many strange rooms he was somewhat afraid to look up.
"Hello, Mr. Addams. I'm Sam Hilliard from Sherwood's Joyful elementary school, I'm here to inform you that starting tomorrow the District director is expecting to see all three of your children enrolled for classes in the morning. It's a las-"
Mr. Addams cut him off "Mr. Hilliard, I was under the impression you were here to talk to me. Not my floor but if you wish, I can leave and give you some privacy? I understand if that's the case."
Swallowing a hard lump in his throat Sam slowly brought up his head and took in the sight of the study. The walls were covered in rows and rows of swords and weapons from all different corners of the world and seemingly forgotten eras of time. A man, Presumably Mr. Addams sat in a desk covered in paperwork while smoking a cigar. Smiling, Mr. Addams gestured towards the chair in front of his desk " Care for a cigar? They're Gurkha- Black Dragons, some of the world's finest.
Normally Sam would have denied one but Gurkhan cigars? Who in their right mind's could deny a free offer for one of the most expensive and high-quality cigars?
"I'd love to, Mr. Addams," He said as he moved to sit down, smiling as he was handed a cigar and he made a move to put it in his mouth and light it when he noticed something very wrong with this picture.
Mr. Addams was sitting in front of him, one hand on his pen and his other hand trailing down one of his reference books. Which leaves one question unanswered. 'Who handed me the cigar?' The answer was right in front of him, however, a hand was perched right in front of him,
A severed hand.
A moving and fully functionally severed hand,
The cigar fell from his mouth and he stood up abruptly, face red and eyes wide, Something snapped.
"THAT'S IT! I'M LEAVING- ADDAMS I DON'T CARE IF I GET IN TROUBLE FOR NOT FINISHING THIS VISIT, BUT THERE IS A LIMIT TO HOW MUCH I CAN TAKE! MAKE SURE YOUR KIDS ARE AT THAT SCHOOL IN THE MORNING OR I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT THAT THE POLICE SOME AND DETAIN YOU!'
With that, he turned and bolted out the door leaving a severely confused Gomez behind.
"Well, Thing he certainly was rude. Wasn't he?"
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The next morning the children all stood in the main hallway of the school with Gomez and Morticia. Gomez had argued with Morticia that the children didn't need to attend school when they had Grandmama to give them all the education they needed. She disagreed and claimed that the children need to be around other's their age and learn alongside peers. After about twenty minutes, Morticia decided to persuade him into agreeing and he gave in on one condition: If they didn't like it they wouldn't have to go back and he'd find a different place for them to learn.
The school was bright, extremely bright. the walls were all pure white and covered in brightly colored flyers and banners. The halls were clear seeing as most of the students had already gone on to class, but the few students they had seen had bright eyes, happy innocent smiles and...dimples.
Absinthe was horrified. "Father, I'm scared may we please go home now? Please?"
Wednesday was right behind him and chimed in, soon Pugsley began doing the same before Mrs. Carrow interrupted."Sorry about the wait Mr. and Mrs. Addams, the paperwork has all been completed. I'm ready to escort the children to their prospective classes.
Wednesday glared at the woman with a mighty rage "What do you mean? We're being separated?"
Carrow just smiled as if she was used to dealing with these sort of temper tantrums and nodded"Yes, you're all going to be sent to different rooms. Wednesday, you'll be in ms. Merryweather's class and Absinthe will be in Mrs. Laura's room and since Pugsley is the oldest he'll be on the upstairs level in Mr. Diggles class." As they each listened to Carrow they turned to their parents with equally pleading gazes.
Morticia frowned in understanding but knew that she couldn't give in"Now now, It's going to be alright and remember if you don't like it your father will withdraw you and we'll send you to a school of his choice."
Mrs. Carrow smiled "I'm really sorry, but I should really be taking them to their classrooms now."
"Of course."
Morticia looked as if she wanted to cry but gave the children one last smile as they were led down the hallway. Wednesday kept n looking back as they faded out of sight and she looked down at the floor. She hadn't even been here for long and she was already tired of it. Carrow came to a stop in front of a sickeningly bright pink door with the name "Merryweather" in the rainbow. It was at that moment that she realized where she was, it was heaven. They were punishing her for being a sinner, there was no other explanation for this meaningless torture.
She gulped as she was pushed inside by Ms. Carrow and turned with one final glance at her siblings. Pugsley had a worried and somewhat disgusted scowl on his face and looked as if he wished to throw a stick of dynamite at any second and Absinthe's hand was itching for his daggers which, unfortunately, like all their other toys, had been confiscated before they came in the school. Their worried expressions were the last things she saw before the door slammed shut and she was alone in a room surrounded by cherub-faced angels of her nightmares.
A woman walked up to her, she was tall and favored a massive pink blob of sickening happiness "Well, Hello there! You must be little Wednesday Addams, Come on in!" the pink blob ushered her in front of the room where the students were sitting in a large circle.
"Class, this is Wednesday Addams, she'll be joining us from now on. Say hi!"
"Hi, Wednesday." The class chorused at once in monotone before the woman motioned Wednesday to sit down.
"You're just in time to join the story circle! The story circle is when you go around the circle and tell a short story about the first thing you think of and everyone takes turns telling their own little special tales! How would you like to try?"
Wednesday sat down next to a blonde girl in a white and pink dress before nodding to Mrs, Merryweather. "I'd love to." A small smirk appeared on her face and she got herself comfortable.
"Alright! You can start whenever you're ready."
Wednesday took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
"Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Hildegard who live in a castle by the forest where the werewolf's lived. One day Princess Hildegard fell in love with a werewolf prince despite his looks and everyone telling her how evil they were." She paused and looked around the room to see the other children's expressions, most of the girls were smiling with dreamy looks in their eyes and boys just looked bored. The teacher, on the other hand, looked ecstatic, proud that her newest student had an interest in such meaningful love stories at her age.
The dark-haired girl grinned maliciously now that she had most of their attention before she continued."One dark night during a full moon Hildegard decide to sneak out and meet him on the edge of the forest, what she found, on the other hand, was not her handsome prince but a bloodthirsty beast. The moment their eyes met he charged at her and ripped off her head with his bare teeth before he ripped out her entrails and consumed her. The end."
The room was dead silent for a moment before the terrified screams erupted and the children began crying and screaming to get out of the room.
Among the chaos, Wednesday sat there with a proud smirk on her face, Happy that she spent the night before brushing up on her vocabulary list from Grandmama, it seems she was right after all, you never know when a wider vocabulary could come in handy.
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A few classrooms away Absinthe was ready to claw eyes out, he hadn't been here for more than ten minutes and the other students were already getting on his nerves. said she had paperwork to finish grading so the children were free to spend their time relaxing and getting to know the new kid. He wanted to bang his head against a wall, They just wouldn't shut up!
"why is your hair so long?"
"Are you trying to be a girl?"
"Why do you have funeral clothes on?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the teacher was watching them with a smile. He cursed her existence, what sort or teacher would just let their students interrogate a growing homicidal maniac? He sighed and rubbed his temple, he was getting a headache.
"You aren't normal are you?"
"You're family must be full of freaks huh?
His eye twitched and he turned to the most annoying one who just asked that last question, Dixon Bradley if he was correct had been standing behind him and kept poking him in the side. Absinthe stared at him blankly for a moment before calmly walking over to him, grabbing him around the waist and flipping him with a german suplex.
Gasps filled the room and he could hear the teacher running over to them, but he didn't really care, he simply reminded himself to thank Pugsley for showing him how to do it and apologize for calling it stupid.
Nobody insulted his family, nobody.
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Pugsley sat in science class, bored out of his mind. They were mixing up simple things like water and baking soda and the some other kid on the other side of the room was working with Mr. Diggles and a small piece of dry ice and water. How could they be excited with all of these baby experiments? It was so booooring!
Pugsley started to lean back in his seat when he noticed that the chemical cabinet had been left open and he blinked in surprise, That lesson from Grandmama yesterday was still fresh in his mind and he was getting an idea. Smiling he got up and picked out a few chemicals, peeking over his shoulder to see if Diggles was preoccupied before he continued and brought back a little bit of everything that had been in the cabinet. glancing over everything he went over all of the possible mixtures he could come up with before he bit his lip to keep from laughing.
He had enough in front of him for two sperate mixtures and Diggles had already set up each table with a full set of equipment, beakers and all.
This was going to be perfect.
Two minutes later they were ready, Standing up casually Pugsley poured the last two liquids left into their prospective beakers before he began to walk towards the door. Diggles wasn't really paying attention, though, it seemed the man was hell bent on ignoring him. Only when he got a hand on the doorknob did the teacher decide to speak up.
The moment Diggles opened his mouth was the exact same second that the smoke bomb went off and seconds later and explosion occurred.
Maybe dad was wrong, School could be fun sometimes!
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"I can't believe it! All three of them? Expelled on their first day?I don;t think I've ever been prouder!"
Gomez paced back and forth as he spoke while Morticia was seated on their bed, putting a fresh coat of black on her nails, " I know it's a miracle, isn't it Gomez?" The man's head whipped around just as she said that and laughed.
"A miracle? Of course not, they're Addams'! The only question is what should we do for a celebration party?"
"Now, Gomez don't forget you still have to choose a new school for them."
"I already did, that old witching school in Salem, You know that "Bridget Bishops Academy of magic" I figured the kids can just travel by floor to get there and the tuition won't be much of a problem.."
"Oh yes, I've heard of that place! It's a wonderful place, Dark, cloudy and the sun almost never shines. I'm sure the children will love it there."
"Of course, I'd only choose the best for our children Querida."
"Bien sûr, je sais que mon sauvage, It's another reason I love you ."
"That's french!"
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It's about 5 am at the moment and I'm juuust a bit brain dead so, sorry if I lacked a bit towards the end, but there you have it.
Just a few small snippets of Absinthe's early days though it's not really short, somehow I ended up going way over what I thought I would do.
Anyway's I'll get up bright and early and check everything before posting it, though I guess for you it's already there huh? Anyways Thanks for reading, I hope my brain death didn't ruin it too badly (๑•́ω•̀๑)
Leave a review and let me know what you think so far!(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و
And again, I am in need if a Beta reader so feel free to message me if you're up to it.
