"Class, we have two new students today, will you two please introduce yourselves and tell us something that you like?"
Harry instantly took a disliking to the brightly coloured Miss Dullasapost. (Not Dull-as-a-post, dullas-ap-ost.) She wore deplorably bright colours, and spoke like they were all to idiotic to understand her.
Wednesday stepped up first, knowing that her brother was likely to scare the other students witless if he opened his maw now. "My name is Wednesday Addams, and I like spiders."
There was a tiny bit of applause from the class, but most off them just stared at the dark-haired girl in disbelief. Harry rolled his eyes and stepped up next to his sister. "I'm Harcourt Addams, and I like plants." He thought of his pet Venus Mantrap, Delphi, back at the Mansion. He wished he could take her to school.
The class clapped a bit more enthusiastically for Harry, and the two took their seats at the back of the class. They were learning to subtract today, oh joy. Harry smirked a little when Wednesday pouted, though. She liked math, and the three Addams children all already knew how to multiply and divide, thanks to Grandmama's love of teaching. She had begun teaching each of them the moment they began talking. He wondered absently if if would take too long to get bumped up a few grades...
"Ow!" He hissed, literally hissed. Parseltongue was a very soft language, good for when one didn't want to be heard.
Wednesday tapped the crook of his wrist under the table. It was part of the secret language they had developed after they started playing Indians with Pugsley when the trio were three and five, respectively. Look around you.
Outside the window was a stoic albino raven, with a scroll the colour of dead flowers attatched to his leg. Aunt Ophelia? The bell rang, signalling that it was time for recess, thankfully. Harry and Wednesday raced out of the classroom and out the door to the raven, wondering what had happened.
Wednesday got there first, and Blasphemy liked her, so she didn't get pecked at while she cooed at him and untied the scroll from his leg. She looked it over and, well, not really smiled, not quite, but she looked happier. She kissed the sour bird's beak and said gleefully, "Thank you, Blasphemy." After the bird was out of sight, she answered Harry's unasked question. "Auntie Ophelia sent us toys."
She held out her hand to show two voodoo dolls and a toy bed of nails. Harry grinned. "Neat! Let's find someone to play with them!"
Maybe school wasn't so bad, after all.
After School
Harry was wrong, school was Hell. In a bad way. They had spent the afternoon in their class learning Christmas Carols, and tommorrow, Miss Dulspost was going to have them make paper reindeer to hang around the classroom.
On the dark side, Wednesday convinced the bus driver to let her drive, and they got there in four seconds flat. Harry didn't know why the other students were retching and moaning. Wednesday was a good driver, she'd been doing it since they were three.