AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE FAIRLY ODD PARENTS/WENN ELFEN HELFEN SERIES!
The next day Wanda's parents arrived with Blonda and Wanda stood at the door to greet them. Cosmo was waiting in the kitchen as Wanda had told him too, icing the last of the cupcakes. Mama Cosma and Cygnus were in the attic waiting for about an hour or so before coming down to join them. When Wanda saw her parents a deep dread rooted inside of her. Her father stood stiffly and tall, an ever-present scowl on his face that showed off his scar from his days at the Fairy Academy that streaked down his left cheek. His pin-striped suit and tie were stark and stiff against him. Next to him, one arm interlaced with her husbands, was her mother. Her blond hair tumbled down to her shoulders in elegant waves that were always perfect. Her pale blue eyes were blank and listless as her ever-perfect smile played across her lips. A small white orchid was tucked into her hair just above her left ear to match her white summer dress.
Blonda had a triumphant look in her eye with a distant fear ringing in the back of the sparkle. Her smile matched her mothers and her hair had been touched up so that it was perfectly strawberry blond again and her contacts were bluer than ever. A blue flowing dress covered her with as much cleavage showing as her father would permit. Her smile faltered slightly at the sight of her sister in her vintage black dress with white polka dots, however it wasn't the dress that caused it, it was the tired look in Wanda's normally caring eyes and the strained smile that she was trying so hard to keep up. She quickly regained her smile and walked up to her sister first while their father started unloading the car. She kissed Wanda on each cheek and took her hands in her own. "It's nice to see you, little sister."
"Little by three minutes," Wanda muttered to herself, "it's good to see you too." Wanda stepped aside and their mother walked up the front steps of the porch gracefully and approached Wanda. She hugged her daughter and then took a step back. "Hello, Mother." Wanda said in false cheerfulness.
"Hello, Wanda dearest." Her mother's voice was honeysuckle sweet but Wanda knew she didn't mean a note of it at all. Her mother stood next to Blonda and everyone was silent until her father stepped onto the porch. He pulled Wanda into a hug and she breathed in the familiar scent of her childhood. Fresh scotch, pipe tobacco and cigar smoke, and the strong smell of her father's cologne. He held her for a moment before letting go and just staring at her in silence.
"Wanda." He said for a moment. "My daughter that got away." Wanda smiled weakly.
"Hi, Daddy..." Her voice was small and shy as a child's when they'd done something wrong. A moment of silence passed until she spoke again. "Why don't we come inside? I'll have- I'll have Cosmo get your bags and then we can sit together in the living room." Her father nodded stiffly and her sister and mother just smiled listlessly. Wanda opened the door and they filed in, Wanda excusing herself to the kitchen to talk to Cosmo.
"Honey," she said as she closed the door behind her, "I need you to leave through the side door and get their bags and bring them into the guest room from around back. I'm sorry, but I want to keep you from them as long as possible." He nodded and kissed her forehead, gently tossing her curls with her hand playfully before he walked out of the side door and headed into the drive. Wanda took a deep sigh and took the tray of cupcakes back out with her into the living room. She set them carefully on the coffee table and sat down neatly on the edge of the sofa, keeping her distance from her parents who sat in the wicker chairs across from her. Her sister scooted next to her and Wanda could feel her sister's apprehension mixing with her own.
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Meanwhile Timmy woke up fully rested in the room that he had been led to the night before. His head no longer hurt and no more pain rested in any of his joints. On his nightstand was a tray of food and a glass of orange juice. There were two pancakes, two sausages and three strips of bacon with an egg on the side. Timmy sat up quickly only to discover that he was no longer wearing his wrinkled jeans and pink t-shirt but blue silk pajamas and nightcap. His old pink baseball cap lay on the desk on the other side of the room. He ignored this and ate quickly, devouring the meal and drinking the orange juice quickly. He was incredibly hungry. When he finished eating he noticed a third note resting on the tray. He picked it up and noticed the same curly calligraphy.
'Timothy, I hadn't realized your first meal at my castle had consisted of meager bread and cheese and I warmly and earnestly send my apologies to you with this nice breakfast that Arthur has prepared for you. May your stay be ever more pleasant now that you are in more suitable quarters. - M. A.'
