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Marie sat on a very comfortable black leather couch, sandwiched between Snape and Jack. Snape had made rather fast friends with Gomez and Morticia after they'd woken up, (well, actually, the relationship was very one-sided, because he held contempt for them both, but they adored his scathing comments. It turns out that the Adamses were very enthusiastic masochists.)
Marie held her head between her legs, she was still having trouble with the nausea that plagued her every time that they changed Canons. She felt a tap on her shoulder and found herself staring into bottemless black eyes. At first she thought it was Snape, but it turned out to be Granny with a potion that the old, cackly witch assured her would have her back on her feet in no time.
So she drank it like a fool and ended up sprouting trailing vines from her fingers, toes, nose, and from the tip of her tongue. Snape, of course, found it hilarious and was practicing his evil chuckle. Granny stomped her foot. "Damn! I must have mixed up your tonic with Morticia's fertilizer! I apologize, my dear, but I must admit you are now much more interesting than you were before!" She howled with laughter and slapped her knee.
Marie, on the other hand, was inclined to disagree. "My umph phirphinil tick." She said it to Snape, who smirked.
"No, I believe that job is reserved for the Dwarf. He may get jealous if I try to interfere." Snarked the Potions Master.
"Pow pare oo!" Exclaimed Marie as she was led away by Thing. "Fi'll pet foo cor fat!" She snarled. "Phis I fwear!" Gimli hurried after her to make sure she was set to rights.
"Well, that was certainly...odd." Remarked . "Poor girl. She seems to have the worst luck. What was it she said before?"
"I believe it was 'everything bad always happens to the girl who brings the fanmail', dear." Answered . "And so far, she has been bearing the brunt of the misfortunes. I can only be happy it isn't me. At least she's not exceedingly grumpy about it."
"In fact, she's almost too happy about it all." Observed Snape. "She's unnaturally happy most of the time, are you sure that she is quite right in the head?"
"You're really mean, you know that?" Willy told him. "You've got a wider malicious streak than a Vermicious Knidd."
"Yes. Yes I do." Said Snape pridefully.
"Do you think she'll be okay?" Asked Jareth with just a bit of concern in his voice.
"Of course!" Snorted Snape. "She's *always* okay." He lowered his voice and grumbled. "Unfortunately." This earned him a knock on the head with the glass bottle that Jack was holding.
"E'en as ah pirate, I wouldn' wish 'arm on ah lady." The Captain said with warning in his eyes. "Ye may be ah wissard-"
"That is 'wizard', thank you." Interrupted Severus in a bored tone.
"Whizurd..wizherd..wha'ever..jus' trea' th' lady wit respec' and ya won' 'ave a problem wit me." Declared Jack.
"And why would I be afraid of you? You're drunk and a pirate who's out of his element." Snape told Jack mockingly.
Jack's eyes darkened. "I may no' 'ave a ship or be en the Carribean, mate, bu' I've been en many a brawl an' taken out men bigger than meself." He smirked and took another swig of his rum, which had been provided by . "An' you can' use yer stick on me ou'side o' yer own Canon, so it looks like you would be SOL, ."
Severus' eyes narrowed. "Is that a fact?" He asked, a challenge in his voice.
Jack stared right back. "Nay, mate..tha's ah promise."
{Meanwhile}
Marie reluctantly allowed Granny to give her another potion, which, thankfully, did not turn her into any further type of shrubbery, but did, in fact, make the vines disappear. "Thank you." She stuck out her tongue to watch as the last little leaf morphed back into flesh. She smacked her lips, unsurprised to find that her mouth tasted like dry grass.
"Do you have any kids?" She asked Morticia as the woman walked gracefully into the kitchen to check on her guest.
"Why, yes I do. Wednsday and Pugsley are in their rooms, playing Hangman." She smiled.
"I love kids, would you mind if I went up and visited with them for a little while?" Asked Marie excitedly.
"Go ahead." Morticia said indulgently. "They do *so* love company. Would you like me to show you up to their rooms?"
"Of course!" Marie turned to Gimli, who shifted uneasily in his seat. "Would you like to come with me or go back to the sitting room?"
"Erm..I think I'll just go back to the sitting room." He told her.
Marie cast her eyes to the floor. "Oh, okay. I'll go by myself, then." She was disappointed, but if he didn't want to go, then she wouldn't make him.
Together, Morticia and Marie made their way up a steep stairway full of cobwebs and, once, they even encountered a bat. Morticia had cooed and scratched it behind it's ears, calling it her 'rabid little baby'. When they'd finally reached the top of the stairs, there was a hallway filled with doors, each one of the them a mirror image of the other. In fact, it was almost literal, since a few of the doors weren't actually doors at all, but mirrors hung opposite of an actual door that reflected the real one. It was all very neat.
Morticia stopped in front of a very ornate, gothic-style door. "This is their room." She knocked very slowly, and almost eerily, the door opened to allow them entrance.
Marie's eyes went wide when she saw what was happening. A thin girl was standing on a little stool with a noose lying loosely around her neck with her eyes blindfolded and her hands tied. A rotound young boy crouched below the stool, obviously getting ready to pull it out from under the girl.
"Wednsday, Pugsley." Morticia said with love in her voice. Marie stared, open-mouthed, did the woman not realize what was happening?!
"Yes, mother?" The two children said simultaniously.
"I'd like you to meet Marie, she will be your playmate for the next hour or two while her friends are busy with other matters."
Marie gulped, wondering what was going to happen while she was the young Adams' 'playmate'. If she lived through this nursery hour in hell, then she would never, ever look at a child the same way again.
AN3/Whoever reviews me and asks what Marie said to Snape shall get an answer that will hopefully clarify (if you haven't figured it out on your own) what she ment.