Lillian

"Wednesday is such a unique name." The headmistress before us is horrifically happy. No, not happy. Just smiling with forced politeness in her perfectly pressed grey suite and delicately shaped and curled hair. "I'm guessing it was the day of the week you were born?"

She leers at my sister in the way one would condescend a small child. Wednesday's not going to appreciate that. I leave the little Addams family to discuss Wednesday in favour of sitting by the fire and taking in the delicious heat and charm of the flicker flames.

It's so captivating, fire. So alluring. It's seductive in its beauty, the gentle flickers of a single flame are deceitful and pure trickery. They beguile people into wanting to touch it, wanting to feel the softness it reflects. You rarely see the monstrous beauty of a raging flame, of flash over and explosion, burning house and fire pits. Crackling flames are different to candles. The same as a burning forest is different to a campfire.

I slowly reach out a hand, holding it over the flames. I feel the heat lick at my skin, nothing more than a slight change of temperature. I don't burn. I never have.

"Nevermore doesn't usually accept students midterms, but." Her lilting tone has my attention drawn back to the conversation at hand. "Given Wednesday and Lillian's perfect grades and your long history with the school, I have spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

"Larissa, what about Wednesday's- uh." I look up to see the way the Addams parents share looks. " Therapy sessions, the court ordered them."

I forgot my sister had to go through those. I turn back to the fire, wielding it till in dances up my arms and wraps around it like a vine. I sit back in one of the arm chairs and stare down at the fire in my hands. It's so silken and smooth. So hypnotic.

Go outside

I pause. Why

Go see. He's there

Who's there?

"And what about Lillian arrangements?" I freeze as all their attention drifts to me.

"I-" Principle Weems gasps at the fire now coating both arms.

"Lil." Wednesday calls, hurrying to my side.

My sister is the only one to have truly never feared me. Even Morticia reaches a hand out to Gomez in fear of the FiendFyre I have created. Because no fire should be this colour of turquoise in my hands. A single drop of this could take out the school.

Not that we told principle Weems that in our letter.

It's just a side effect of my emotions we told her, which is partly true. Fires near me reflect my thoughts and the best lies do have a hint of truth.

I stare impassively as Wednesday blocks my view of the adults, resting her hands on my shoulders she slowly slides her hands down my arms. Delicately collect the fire coating me until they rest as small orbs of power on my palms.

My heart stops as Wednesday's lips give a little tug of a smile as she closes my palms around the fire. I gasp in shock as the feeling of breaking the surface of water echoes through my body as the fire dissipates in my body.

"Wednesday?" I whisper in confusion, glancing down at my closed hands and slowly opening them to find char. "Did I lose myself again?"

"No, no." She whispers to me, voice low as she grips onto the tips of my fingers - the most she can bare willingly. "You'll never lose yourself, I won't let you. It was just a little dream, nothing more than a fantasy."

I nod slowly before quickly darting a hand forward and rubbing the inner side of my wrist against Wednesday's neck. I hastily pull back, smiling slightly at her half hearted glare. She knows I need to do that. To scent mark her as part of my pack, or Thunder if I want to go for the technical name of a group of dragons, but I suppose those days are long past.

"Is everything okay?" I look up to see principal Weems standing over us, her signature forced smile plastered on her face.

"Yes." Wednesday states and I force a quick smile, rising to my feet.

"My apologies, Principal." My voice comes out with a calm that I most certainly don't feel. "I get lost in thought sometimes. The fire is harmless, just a reflection of my thoughts."

Weem's face twitches, her eyes flickering. She knows that's not the whole truth, I can see her doubts. She pauses, her eyes narrowing on me before she turns back to her desk, picking up a folder that she casually flicks through. I watch in silence as she scans the pages.

"Ah, Lillian Addams. Your room was spelled fireproof, and you have been placed in one of the Orpheila towers. Similar to your sister, your room will be at the top but... per request..." She trails off slightly, glancing at Morticia who gives her a sultry smile as she raises her chin in challenge. "The lower part of your tower is more cave like and reminiscent of the dungeons I hear you favour so much."

Thank god, I thought I was going to be forced to room with someone. It will be bad enough dealing with whoever is stuck with Wednesday, I don't need another person to try and play civil with.

"Thank you, Principal Weems." I murmur and she gives me a pleased smile while I ignore Wednesday's look of disgust at my politeness.

"I'll show you to your rooms." Weems declares, striding forward with strong steps that have her heels sharply tapping on the floor. I hide my wince as the sound reverberates through my ears. Enhanced instincts aren't always the best.

We follow after her, and I trail a little further behind to give myself a moment to calm my instincts and tune out of the other sounds and smells of the school. It takes a lot of practice but if you grow up with enhanced senses its almost like second nature to not focus on the little sounds of life. No one wants to hear everyone's heart beat, breathing and bones shuddering with each move. Not to mention footsteps, smells and anything else you can think of. It can get overwhelming at times. There have been rumours and tales of werewolves going mad from the smells and sounds, of Sirens unable to cope with their sister's songs thanks to their enhanced hearing.

"Remind me," Wednesday drawls. "Orpheilia is the one who kills herself because she was driven mad by her family."

I roll my eyes, giving Gomez a comforting look when he stares at his daughter in worry. How he dotes on her, yet she can't care. From the corner of my eye I catch Morticia smirking at Wednesday, giving her a slow confirming nod to her question. Morticia is the one she got that sadistic streak from.

The walk through to Orpheila hall is filled with mindless chatter between Weems and Morticia as they catch up and reminisce to the old days. Well, Morticia seems to be enjoying herself but Weems isn't so fond of the stories despite her perpetual smile.

The air shifts and I freeze, stumbling a step, Wednesday looks to me in question but I subtly wave her off. I'm fine now, no more fire hypnotics - even if I'm avoiding looking at the fire torches lining the dark walls. But something was just there, fluttering through the shadows. A whisper of wings and claws.

But it's gone now.

It was a creature, something alive but not if it didn't have any scent.

We pause before a dark door, and Weems turns to give us a smile that has me squirming.

"Shall we meet your new roommate."

A/N: what do you want to see between Enid and Lillian?