Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor Addams Family
Note: This is book canon Harry Potter, starting at 5th book, and Post-Addams Family older series, the black and white one, by about 4 years.
I made the siblings twins, like the movies, as I'm not sure of Pugsly's age in the old series, although he appeared to be older, he could have just been husky for his age.
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The portkey took them to a splendid back alley full of trash and rats, with a magically inclined wall. The owner of the business whose back end faced that wall had arranged to meet them.
Tom of course, saw many an unusual family in his day, so while in full mental facility, was one of the few who did not flinch at the mere sight of the Addamses, with their nearly alive cat Envy, and the walking detached hand with a wagon.
Wednesday felt this was a little disappointing, as she liked shocking people, and was encouraged to do better in the future. Morticia smiled at the look on her daughters face, fiercely determined, while Tom just raised and eyebrow and opened the door for them.
"Come along dears," Morticia told her family. "Tom is really quite appalling when you get to know him, you will enjoy staying at this inn, its a total wreck."
Tom, having met Morticia before, took this in stride. He may not understand those words as a compliment, but it was sort of like dealing with foreign customers. You looked for the tone, and her tone said pleased.
"Thank you good chap," Gomez said Tom, sticking a thousand dollar bill in Tom's ratty front pocket. "We'll just ourselves settled in now won't we?" Tom, for all its worth, was made of stern stuff, and simply inclined his head.
The Addams group headed up the stairs, into the extended halls. They had reserved several rooms, although they did not need them, and since they had left in the afternoon their time, it was now evening, and so they would overnight here.
After unshrinking the trunk and letting the cat out, the children were left to their own in the rooms, while Morticia and Gomez went down for a drink at the pub. The couple had heard things about the wizarding liquor in England, but had not gotten to taste it yet.
Wednesday sat on a wide cushioned stool, with her cat purring next to her, in front of the mirror. It was too soft, and comfortable, something that was less appealing for Wednesday as an Addams. But with Pugsly in the torture room alone, she had to occupy her time somehow.
She picked up a brush from the vanity. The young girl took pride in her very neat hair. She unbraided her pigtails and started brushing her hair slowly and patiently. It would not do to rip pieces out, not when it was as nice as soft like this, like her mothers.
"Why, aren't you the ugliest little girl I've ever seen," the mirror quipped. Wednesday looked down at herself, and then looked up at the mirror, smiling cutely. "Thank you," she told the mirror honestly. The mirror sputtered for a few minutes before going silent. It had learned a valuable lesson about insulting the crazy ones.
Wednesday rebraided her hair and tied her ribbons into perfect bows. It had taken a long amount of practice before she could do this without her mothers help, but she was incredibly glad she could. At almost eleven, she should be able to do menial tasks without her mother, the dark little girl thought.
Pugsly stormed out of the trunk, looking a little green, with great big boils all over his hand and arm, and stormed down to the pub.
Down in the pub, Gomez had drunk 5 alcoholics under the table in firewhisky chugging contests, and rather sober himself followed up with a snazzy dance with Morticia, before ordering a glass of fine wine. Morticia just sipped a glass of butterbeer slowly, having no real desire to upset her delicate balance of health potions with alcohol.
Pugsly stomped into the noisy pub and shoved his arm in front of his parents. "Mother, Father, Wednesday poisoned me again," he complained lowly. The two exchanged glances.
"Pugsly dear.." Morticia started. "What was the poison on?" Pugsly gained a sullen look and mumbled under his breath.
"Speak up my boy!" Gomez commanded firmly. Pugsly dropped his eyes and said softly but clearly. "It was on the guillotine." A few tables a way a heavily drunk but very nosy witch passed out in a faint. It was the alcohols fault, we swear.
"Now son," Gomez started. "What have we told you about playing with Wednesday's toys without her permission." Pugsly lifted his eyes to his father's defiantly. "Not to. But I swear I was just doing it a little."
"Pugsly, darling, you know your sister never poisons you without good reason," Morticia scolded him. "Now drink some nightmare sleep potion and go to bed. I'll heal it in the morning."
Pugsly's eyes gleamed in happiness at the idea of nightmare sleep potion before the sullen look returned. "But I won't be able to eat any dinner tonight or breakfast tomorrrow if you don't heal it now." For the poison caused extreme nausea too, and the sleep potion would only add to it.
"Sometimes you just have to take your punishment like a man," Gomez adviced. "And dear, you can miss a few meals without any ill effects," Morticia said smilingly, pinching Pugsly's round little stomach.
Pugsly sighed. "Okay mother, father." He returned to the room, and went back into the trunk. Pulling on his pajamas he drank the nightmare sleep potion before climbing up on his favorite bed of nails.
Wednesday smiled in perfect malicious contentness. Pugsly coming back with the boils meant Mother and Father agreed with her, and that was a good feeling. The mirror shuddered internally. This child scared it, and as a animated object it only had superficial feelings, so that was saying something.
The young girl rose, and pulled on her own pajamas, which she had laid on the bed for her use. She looked at the soft bed in distaste, and pulled the comforter off the bed, making a nest on the floor, and wrapping up with a itchy woolen blanket, just perfect.
Wednesday didn't need food as much as her brother, nor a potion to sleep, as she had conditioned herself to sleep on command years ago. She hated sleeping so early, as that was time wasted, but her mother wanted to get an early start in the morning, as that was when the shops were best open, before the rush of normal people. She closed her eyes and slept, Envy curling up next to her.
Down below, Morticia and Gomez finished their last drink. Gomez was buzzed and relaxed enough to sleep, and Morticia had many of the same abilities that Wednesday had, so they head to bed. They creaked open the door, and seeing Wednesday asleep on the floor, smiled at each other.
"The next room then?" Gomez whispered to Morticia. She smiled at him.
"En chambre à coucher..?" Morticia asked Gomez gently. His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh Tish, you spoke French.." he took her in his arms. They were not going to get much sleep tonight.
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A.N. The romance between Morticia and Gomez always melted my heart, even in all their oddness they were the most romantic couple I had ever seen. They lived for each other.
The french phrase was "To bedroom?" but if I mixed up where the "to" was supposed to go, please let me know. I'm not sure if the grammar structure is the same in French, and its a little bit of a challenge to work with a language you don't fully know.