𝗙!𝗢𝗖 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗲!𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗮𝗺𝘀
The Haydens have lived next door to the Addams family for generations, they were as unique as the family however, the Addams' were reflections of moonlight while the Hayden family were reflections...
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With the arrival of Margaret and Tully Alford, the Addams' and Cleopatra settled at the circular table ready to begin. The flash of lightning followed by the echo of thunder added to the night's ambience, rain falling like bullets; a perfect evening got a Séance. Cleopatra had settled into the chair between Pugsley and Wednesday as the Alfords settled in for the event they had never witnessed before nor truly believed in. Cleopatra still felt the tension in her chest from her encounter with Wednesday earlier that night, she had to stop Wednesday when he attempted to behead Pugsley for his actions; the younger Addams was currently dealing with a healing cut from the knife.
Lurch sat at the organ, and crashing chords began to play as Morticia chanted, "Sing, O spirits! Harken, all souls! Every year on this date, we offer a clarion call to Fester Addams." Cleopatra watched in awe as a small wisp of darkness swirled around the candles in the middle of the table, the Alfords looked fearful of the strange magic they didn't often witness. "Stop it," Wednesday warned darkly, his tone raspy as he barely glanced at Pugsley, the boy holding a meat cleaver in hand aimed at his older brother hoping for revenge for the healing wound. "Pugsley..." Gomez scolded playfully, holding his hand out for the weapon; the boy reluctantly handed it over.
"Kids. . ." Gomez said bemused towards Tully who looked confused and slightly terrified, Margaret wasn't any better. "From generations to generations, our beacon to the beyond," Morticia raised the Raven before passing it to her eldest son, "Do you accept the glorious burden?" Wednesday took the Raven willingly, his usual dark eyes seemed to darken as power formed around his hands, tainting his pale fingers with the presence of Addams' power. "May it weigh me down through all my melancholy years," Wednesday replied to his mother, he had a subtle smirk on his face as Cleopatra watched in pure awe and adoration of his magic.
"All close eyes and join hands," Morticia instructed, she grasped one of Cleopatra's hands in her own while holding Gomez' in her other. Cleopatra placed her open palm down on the table for Wednesday, he was quick and eager to interlock their fingers, relishing the feeling of her warm hands within his cold ones. "Ow! What a grip!" Grandmama Frump exclaimed as she 'took' Margaret's hand in her own, however, she pulled away from Margaret leaving her 'hand' behind; her sleeve empty. "My hand! She's got my hand!" Grandmama Frump exclaimed causing Margaret to shriek as she realised that Thing was locked onto her hand.
Pugsley and Cleopatra don't hide their laughter, the two share an amused expression while Wednesday is more focused on the laughing girl next to him. Her laugh was the most beautiful sound he had heard aside from just her voice, the soft presence of it didn't irritate him; no, he wished to hear it more and more. Margaret tries her best to shake Thing from her hand but he holds on tightly causing Grandmama Frump to cackle, Morticia and Gomez watch in amusement as the woman is finally released prompting her to try and escape them all only for Tully to force his wife back into her seat.
