"Ah. Mail's in!" Morticia accepted the day's letters from Thing. "Thank you, Thing. Gomez, darling. You have a letter here from the Ministry of Magic in London."
Gomez walked up to his wife, snaking an arm around her waist. "Really? Old Fudge? What does he need now? Another donation?" She slid open the letter and Gomez pulled his glasses out to read it. "Ah ha! He's invited us to the Quidditch World Cup next month. Minister's box."
"Why, that's wonderful, darling. We should all go!"
"A capital idea, Tish! Children! Come here please!" Gomez pulled a lit cigar from his suit pocket, puffing on it as he waited for his sons and daughter to appear. He grinned as they came running into the room. "There you are! I've got a special surprise for you all. We've been invited to the Quidditch World Cup this year. Prime seats too!"
"Oh boy! Right before I start at Ilvermorny too!" Pugsley was nearly jumping out of his skin with excitement.
"Wow, Father! Will we get to meet Krum?" Hadrian was completely quodpot obsessed, having played on the team at school the previous two years. But he still followed quidditch as well. Especially his favorite team.
"I bet we could make that happen, son!" Gomez slung an arm around his eldest's shoulders. "Ireland or Bulgaria, my boy? Which one do you think?"
"Bulgaria, for sure!" Hadrian beamed up at his father.
"I don't like quidditch... The balls don't explode." Wednesday pouted, prompting Morticia to pull her into a hug.
"I know, dear. But this is going to be a wonderful family trip. Both your brothers will be off at school this year. It will be your last chance to spend time with them before they're gone." Morticia pressed a kiss to her daughter's hair before turning to her boys. "I'm so going to miss my boys this year..." She started to tear up, dabbing gently at her eyes. "It won't be the same around the house."
"Cara Mia, Tish." Gomez wrapped his wife in a hug. "Don't cry, my dear." He took the chance to whisper in her ear. "With just Wednesday here, we can have a bit more alone time." Morticia smiled a bit, bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek.
"I know you're right, darling. But it was hard enough sending Hadrian off to Ilvermorny, but now Pugsley too?"
"Run along and play, children. I need to speak with your mother." Gomez waited for all three to disappear upstairs before turning back to Morticia. "Where's this coming from, Tish?"
"Oh, Gomez. I know it's silly. I'll just miss our boys so much!" Gomez led her over to the loveseat so they could sit down. "They've all grown up so fast, it seems. What I wouldn't give to hear the pitter patter of their little feet again, sneaking up behind me." She dabbed at her eyes gently.
"Tish. Do you want to try again?" After Wednesday was born, they'd decided to stop, but if she wanted another child, he certainly wasn't going to dissuade her. Gomez tilted her chin up so he could look into her captivating blue eyes. "Querida Mia, if you want another child, I'm happy to oblige." He smirked and she chuckled.
"I suppose we are still young enough, Gomez."
"You're only 37, my dear." Gomez held her hand to his lips, beginning his well-traveled path up her arm. "Your beauty, grace, sophistication... Cara Mia."
Morticia gave him a seductive smile. "Bubele." Gomez nearly growled as he picked her up bridal style, carrying her off to their bedroom.
Gomez and Morticia were anxiously waiting in the living room for their children shortly after 5am on the morning of August 18th. "Hadrian, Pugsley, Wednesday! Let's go! The port key is leaving in 5 minutes, with or without us! Hustle up!" Gomez saw his eldest coming down the steps with his Nimbus. "No broom, Hadrian. Put it back and get your brother and sister." Hadrian groaned, but obediently returned it to his room.
The three children made it downstairs with seconds to spare. "Alright everyone. Just a finger's all you need. Everyone in?" Morticia put an arm around Wednesday, making sure she wouldn't be left behind.
Gomez was watching his pocket watch carefully. "3, 2, 1." The effect was immediate as they were pulled across the Atlantic Ocean, all anchored to the Portkey. The kids landed as gracefully as they could, but nothing like their parents. "That Addams poise, children."
"Quarter past 10 from Cemetery Ridge." Two bored looking wizards greeted them.
"Yes that's us! Thank you, old man." Gomez dropped the portkey into a bucket next to the men and tossed them each a galleon.
"Why thank you, sir. Your campsite is about a quarter mile down. You're right outside the stadium. Prime spot."
The Addamses made their way to the tent Gomez had sent ahead. But the children were entranced by all the wizards and witches around them. They'd all grown up around magic of course, but not this many from different places. And certainly not all at the same time!
Upon reaching their tent, Gomez glanced around briefly before using a quick wave of his hand to put up the tent, which looked surprisingly similar to their mansion back home. "Gomez! You know better!" They were supposed to keep magic use to a minimum as there were No-Maj's around.
"Ah, Tish. No one saw..." He smirked, making the children laugh. "I didn't even pull out my wand or anything." Gomez quipped as he held the flap open for his family to enter. "After you, my dear."
Once they'd all settled in, Gomez handed each child a bag of spending money. "50 galleons each, kids. Don't go too crazy." He winked.
Hadrian, Pugsley, and Wednesday immediately left the tent in search of souvenirs. They each bought a pair of Omnioculars, a program, and plenty of Bulgaria merch. Hadrian especially was excited about the Viktor Krum action figure he'd found. They'd even run across a set of red headed twins selling some joke merchandise, which Pugsley and Hadrian both bought tons of. By the time they made their way back to the tent, all of their pockets were considerably lighter.
Morticia set out some iguana sandwiches for dinner and they all sat down to enjoy them. "Children, your father and I have some news." Gomez reached a hand over to hold his wife's as the kids stared at them expectantly. "We're going to have another baby."
Gomez started to get worried when no one responded immediately. "Isn't that wonderful, children?"
Wednesday was the first to speak up. "Does that mean one of us has to die?"
Gomez and Morticia were taken aback. "Of course not, dear! Where on earth did you hear such a thing?"
Everyone's eyes turned to a smirking Pugsley who pocketed a dragot from his older brother. "What?"
Gomez just shook his head. "No, Wednesday. It just means you're going to have another brother or a sister to play with. Won't that be fun?"
"I guess. As long as I don't have to die."
"No, none of you will. Now, Hadrian. Pugsley... were you two betting?" The boys glanced at each other and nodded. "You know perfectly well how your father and I feel about gambling."
"Yes, Mother," both boys chorused.
"Alright, everyone. Eat up. It's almost time for the match."