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At first, it’s all she can do but smile and try to hold back any sort of laugh - while private property damage was, OF COURSE, far from a joke...Well, the visual paired with his words WAS funny. Just a little and despite her best intentions. 

But then he guesses in ONE.                                                    Well, mostly guesses in one, at least. She much preferred the term CLAIRVOYANT as opposed to psychic, the two vastly different in classification and skill as far as she viewed such a thing. 

“I’m afraid that’s not EXACTLY what I tend to predict for the vast majority, Mister Addams. I’m not a CARNIVAL TRICK.” There’s a pause, all of a half second long, before she starts slightly with remembrance of her manners - there was no dutiful husband at her side to do introductions just yet, after all. She was on her own, for the moment - wandering from the house that first requested the Warren’s so desperately in search of whoever owned the eerie property taken straight from a Gothic novel of Dickens nature. 

“My name is Lorraine Warren. My husband and I work with the church - your neighbours are QUITE certain there’s hauntings around here and, well,” Her eyes drift to the graveyard slightly out of view, letting blue eyes speak for her.

     “Uncle Jonathan?”

     The young boy sniffled softly as he slowly dragged his feet across the carpet before making his way down the staircase, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. It evident to all that he was feeling far from well.

     Glancing up from the plate of cookies laid out on the dining table, Jonathan pulled back his own thieving hand as he popped the entire cookie into his mouth, chewing quickly just as he heard his nephew coming around the corner. “Yes?”, he inquired with a muffled tone, his cheeks comically puffed out from the cookie he was still eating. Upon seeing Lewis though, Jonathan swallowed thickly, immediately taking notice of the redness around the boy’s eyes along with his pale complexion. “Woah, kid, you don’t look so good. You alright?” 

     Wiping his crumb covered fingers on his pant leg, the older man crossed the room over to Lewis, placing a gentle hand on the boy’s head, chuckling as he realized his entire palm practically covered half of Lewis’ face. “You, my young warlock-in-training are burning up and that is no good. Can’t have that, nope. I’ll never hear the end of it from Florence, that old purple gizzard, if you get me sick and looking grosser than usual.”, he stated with a light hearted laugh. “Probably best to skip poker night tonight and go straight to bed.” The young boy’s shoulder slumped downward, his expression changing to one of disappointment. “But what about poker night and meeting your friend?” “Ah, he comes and goes. You’ll get a chance to meet him one day. I promise. Besides, this gives you more time to prepare yourself to meet him and believe me, you’ll need A LOT of preparing. I mean, if you thought I was weird...”, he added, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Though it was true, his friend was weird.....he was one of the good ones.

     “Go on now, go to bed and-wait!” Jonathan turned back to grab a cookie from the plate, handing it to his nephew with a childish grin on his face. “Have a cookie for the road. You’re sick. You’ve earned it. I promise, this one is all chocolate and not nuts...like Florence.” It made the warlock’s heart swell with joy hearing Lewis laugh out loud. “Alright, off to bed with you.” Jonathan escorted the boy to the bottom of the stairs, watching the ten year old hobble up them before disappearing around the corner.

Elliott was, to put it quite simply, LOITERING. Black nailed fingers flew across his cracked phone, texting his mother about the parents evening and if she could make it (Something about an emergency patient threw their entire evening into utter turmoil), head low and attention split between the music blaring from an earbud and vaguely on the corridor. 

      - SHIT, wait, was someone talking to HIM? 

Pulling the black wire out of his ear, Elliott looked up to be met with...Right, sure, okay, that was Mr Addams. He’d heard about him from Wednesday a few times when they worked on plays together, and wasn’t she PERFECTLY right in describing her dear father? He was everything she put to the name. 

A smile blossomed across his face, kicking off the wall to approach Gomez with thinly veiled amusement.

“Oh yeah. Colour and all. They REFUSED to even put mine up, it wasn’t ‘HAPPY’ enough, apparently.” His hands move to grey jean pockets, shoving his phone away, before offering a freckled hand to shake. 

 it’s been three weeks and she’s still getting teased for the way she dresses. she hopes that she can make friends with the people living in her general area perhaps ? most of the houses near her look similar to the gale’s new home of course but across from the house a bit to their right is quite the sore thumb sticking out. an ominous && foreboding house with an eerie sort of vibe, she’s been told by neighborhood kids that it’s haunted. 

one boy has told her that the people inside are cannibals. so admittedly it’s taken her a bit to work up the courage to go over && say hi. she told herself that buying into a rumor, even for a moment would be quite silly on her part. and she felt ashamed at herself for being even remotely judgmental towards people she didn’t know, simply because their house looked scary to her ? thus, today after getting home from school she prepares to head out to meet the people across from their new house. wearing her white dress with a sky-blue gingham patterned frock over it 

and then pairing it with the sequined ruby heels given to her by her late mother, she heads out the door with toto tucked under her arm. briefly mentioning that she’ll be home later to her aunt && uncle, the former of the pair reminding her to be sure to be back in time for supper. some time later, she finds herself walking up to the dark eerie looking house, for a moment or two she can’t help but think maybe she should turn back. and why does the sky itself seem darker, cloudier ? as if the house has it’s own weather ! toto whines and she shushes him,  ❛❛ n-now toto, darling ... i’m sure these people are just lovely. you can’t judge a book by their cover. ❜❜

there’s a lump in her throat as she comes to the door, gently tapping against it && waiting for it to open. she’s not even sure what to expect honestly. the door is opened by a rather tall man, of course being 4′11′’ herself a lot of people are taller than her but this man is quite possibly the tallest person she’s ever met ! she feels quite meek standing before him, it takes a second for her to find her voice. she curtsies out of habit, though due to her nerves it’s not as flawless as it would be otherwise perhaps. ❛❛ hello, is the lady or sir of the house home ? i live across the way there, i just wanted to come and introduce myself. ❜❜