CHAPTER THREE
Admittedly the community was a bigoted place. Light oriented witches discriminated against the dark oriented witches. And visa versa. Where the dark tended to hate those of non-magickal blood, the light tended to hate creatures of non-light magickal blood.
Malefic was one of those with non-light magick. Death Magick was the darkest magick one could get and Malefic was a death witch before she was a borne witch so when a red headed witch tried to use her magick against Lurch she wasn't about to stand for it.
Flourish and Blotts was the only shop that sold the books on the Hogwarts curriculum meaning that the family had to wonder away from the comfort of Knockturn and into the dangers of Diagon. Gringotts acted as a border between the two so the Addams' did not count it as property of Diagon Alley and therefore the only one of the family that had ever stepped foot into Diagon had been Granny and even then she had only done so when she was a young girl.
Granny actually took great delight in this fact by pointing at buildings and people and exclaiming things like "that one's new, I would've burnt it down if it had been there in my time" and "doesn't that one just look like he would be tasty in a pie". Malefic had always had her suspicions as to why Lady Magick dispelled Granny as Lady of the House of Frump, her actions in Diagon just confirmed them.*
Morticia had managed to calm the witch down before they entered the book store, a miracle in itself as Morticia had no magick to help her with this task.
"Malefic," Morticia said looking to her youngest daughter as they entered the store, "take Lurch, Thing and Wednesday to look for your school books. Your father, Pugsley, Granny and I need to look for a few of our own books. Do feel free to add in interesting reads that catch your eye."
Wordlessly Malefic, her sister and the two undead being/hand sauntered toward the Defense section. None of them picked up on the silence that had descended upon the store when they had entered, that or they didn't care.
They did care however when a red light hit Lurch that made the undead man grunt. Malefic frowned for a moment, confused as to where the spell came from then she saw the red headed woman that stood at the end of the Defense isle.
She was a young woman, barely over 17, whose eyes shone with both fear and fire. She wore Muggle attire which in itself told Malefic all she needed to know.*
She strutted up to the woman with a bored look on her face. "May I have your name?" She asked politely holding out her hand as waiting for something to be placed on it.
The witch's wand lowered slightly, unsure of why the young girl had approached her. After a moment she put out her hand and wrapped it around Malefic's to shake it. "Monica Weasley, what's your name?"
Malefic gave her a wolf like grin. "Malefic Addams, Lady of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Addams. And you Miss Weasley have just attacked a member of my house outside of battle or defense and therefore have given me clause to start a blood feud with your family."
"It was defense!" Monica argued. "That-that thing is an Inferi."
The crowd that had gathered let out a gasp and most looked to Lurch who was holding a few books that Wednesday had given him to hold as she continued to shop, trusting that Malefic would deal with the situation.
Malefic raised a single eyebrow. "It would be in your best interest not to insult me Miss Weasley. To attack one of my own and then to imply that my magick is subpar, I should just deliver your head on a platter to your family, I'm sure it would cause them less issues. Former Most Ancient House of Weasley, correct?"
"I-" Monica sputtered. "I'm not apart of the main line," was all she managed to get out.
"Oh," Malefic said raising her eyebrow if possible higher. "All the more reason to deliver your head then, you wipe the name of the main line through the mud with your behavior. It really would be in the best interest of your family.
The red headed witch seemed at a loss for words. "As I am feeling generous, a true rarity I might add, I will leave your head intact and allow the slight toward the House of Addams to be ignored this once on the condition that you apologize to Lurch and can identify just how it is that you insulted me."
Monica hastily treaded toward Lurch and said an awkward "I'm sorry for attempting to use a hex on you" which nearly made Malefic scoff, that was how five year old's apologized not representatives of houses.
Monica attempted to walk away, something that Thing - who had been flirting with a picture of a hand on a palmistry book - thought to rectify. He jumped onto her soldier and tapped it three times to gain her attention. He pointed to Malefic as if to remind the Weasley girl she still had one more thing to do.
Monica glanced at her shoulder and let out a shrill scream at the sight of the animated hand. She all but flung Thing off her persons and ran as fast as she could, the likes of which reminded Malefic much of the time that Granny had chased that man around the forest insisting that they were meant to be.
"Well," Wednesday said blandly adding another book onto the now towering stack, "you gave her a chance."
"Yes," Malefic agreed now examining the titles that her sister had chosen, "and she threw it away. I will definitely be using my new possession for her disrespect."
"As you should," a new voice piped up. The two girls looked to who had a spoken.
He was a tall boy but his facial structure indicated that he was between ages 10 to 13. He had caramel brown hair that he had gelled in manner that reminded her of old timey princes in those old movies that Uncle Fester pretended he didn't watch. His eyes were a dark brown color, looking almost black. Overall he had decent features, ones that the girls in her primary school class would giggle to one another about.
"Theodore Nott, Heir to the Ancient House of Nott," he said bowing.
The two curtsied and in sync they said, "Well met, Heir Nott." Theodore barely refrained from shivering at their tone of voice. Generally the eldest sibling would introduce themselves here but as Malefic had a higher standing in society than her sister she had to introduce herself first. "Malefic Addams, Lady to the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Addams."
"Wednesday Addams of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Addams."
"Well met Lady Addams," his lips kissed the air just above Malefic's hand. "Well met Miss Addams," he did the same with Wednesday.
"We must continue with our shopping Heir Nott, should you wish to join us you are welcome to do so," Malefic told him.
"As honored as I am by the offer Lady Addams I must decline as my grandfather is expecting me. I do hope to see you again. Blessed be," he told her politely.
"Blessed be," the Addams girls replied. And with that he sauntered off leaving the Addams' to their vast amount of books.
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LAST EDITED: 01/10/2022
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* Malefic got the Ladyship to the House of Frump despite Granny being a borne witch and alive. This is because sometimes Granny would do some questionable things and it is because of this that Lady Magick removed her as Lady of the House.
* There are traditions that Monica should uphold as a member of the magick community. Even if she were a Muggleborn her age indicates that she has been in the community long enough to understand and uphold traditions. These traditions and rules will be explained in full a little later.
* Inferi can barely be considered Necromancy to a death witch. To imply that Malefic raised an Inferi is a deep insult to her as one born with Death Magick as Inferi are nothing but a sad attempt of Death Magick by borne witches.
* The Weasleys are canonically a pureblood family and because of this would at some point have gotten titles however due to an incident they lost these titles and were labeled as blood traitors — which in this work of fan fiction does not mean what Purebloods attempt to make it mean.
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malefic: *delivers monica weasley's head to the burrow*
weasley family: *horrified screaming*
malefic: did i do good?
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theodore nott: *exists*
malefic: you have aesthetically appealing features. ew.
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