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｡･:*:･ﾟ★"My sister is allergic to colour."･:*:･ﾟ☆

Lillian

Oh this is brilliant. Down right hilarious. Wednesday is going to be so pissed.

I admire the colourful window in the centre of the wall, the spider's web pattern is a nice touch but the colour full stained glass? I whistle in low admiration. I can practically feel Wednesday's brain exploding in horror. Not in the fun way she usually enjoys.

The left side of the room looks like a unicorn went and vomited everywhere. Swaths of bright fabric are draped across the back of the bed and attached to the ceiling. It almost looks like a circus tent, bar the massive pile of plushies blocking up the window.

It's very... bubbly.

It's hurting my eyes and soul. I didn't think it's possible for anyone to muster that much cheer and happiness, and then express it in such a way. Movement catches my eye and I turn to see the skipping girl stride towards Wednesday.

I snigger as the Addams family seem to look at the room in horror, the happiness clearly offends them. All three members of my adopted family observe the chipper girl before then with varying levels of disdain.

"It's so... vivid." Gomez mutters and I giggle slightly, taking the moment to walk around Wednesday's new lodgings.

I flinch back as the girl inhales sharply, her whole body practically trembling with excitement. "Howdy, roommate."

Dear god, it's adorable.

"Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair." Weems declares something more sadistic about her smile as she notices my sister's slight horror.

"Are you feeling.. Okay?" Enid worries, mouth pursing in worry. "You look a little pale."

"Wednesday always looks half-dead." Gomez reassures the girl and I step back to the group, moving to stand by my sister's side.

"Oh." Enid mutter, doing a horrific job at hiding her shock and confusion

"My sister is allergic to colour." I intervene, smiling politely at the girl who glances between us. She's clearly confused by our obvious differences.

"Oh, wow." She murmurs, looking to Wednesday in surprise and fascination. "What happens to you?"

"I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones." I keep a straight face at her flat tone, doing my best to hide my laughter as Enid looks positively horrified by Wednesday.

Oh, the poor thing is traumatised

"Luckily, we've specially ordered both of you a uniform." Weems interrupts smiling at us both. Ah yes, those ghastly uniforms. 

I suppose the intention was to limit the differences between us all, to help us all blend in. Not like that's going to work with Wednesday and I since her uniform is going to be two shades of black and mine is going to be made fireproof. With that in mind I assume my uniform will end up being some form of red so dark it's nearly black, the drake skin material used should make it that way.

"Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office while I show Lillian to her dorm." Enid gives principal Weems an uncertain look but she quickly covers it with her signature smile and nod.

"She needs to pick up her uniform and schedule." Weems' smile is actually so creepy, like, full on weird. Does her face not hurt? "And give her a tour along the way."

"Actually," Wednesday interrupts, turning to me slightly. "I will go with my sister to her room."

"Miss Drake and I need to have a conversation-"

"I have a medical note that says I need to be with my sister." Wednesday declares, "It was a court order."

Weems takes a threatening step towards her that has Morticia stepping forward too. The two women pause, both staring the other down until Weems breaks away. Somehow managing to lose the dominance battle gracefully.

"That seems acceptable, but I would remind you that the court order does not apply within school grounds." She trills, her gaze now fixed on me. "We were assured that there would be no incidents during your stay here."

"There won't." I declare, channelling my inner cold Addams' trait, but then I pause and allow a slow smirk to spread across my face. "Fires only start when I feel attacked or threatened."

"Or when those you perceive as yours are threatened, hmm?" The principal's eyes narrow as she glares down at me sceptically. "That kind of mentality, that possessiveness, is not such a great trait as you perceive."

"On the contrary," Moritcia drawls, stepping behind me to rest a hand on my shoulder and Wednesday's. "It is the trait that has kept my girls safe and together."

"Shall we go see your room my little arsonist?" Gomez stutters out in that sweet way of his.

I give him a smile and nod, grateful for his interruption. Where it took Morticia time to warm up to be, to treat me as her kin, Gomez took a liking to me instantly. He didn't hesitate to include me on his one-on-one days he has with his kids, choosing to teach me metal work and how to put cars back together and build torture machines and ancient mechanics.

In fact he taught me how to drive when I was 10, he was so excited when I crashed into my first person. I was naturally horrified till he explained that the man was a murderer and he had chain 8 more of them to the long drive way for me to practice on.

I'll confess, it's much easier to drive when you are attempting to hit something instead of avoiding it.

Wednesday seemingly glares at her parents before walking out the room, I give them a hasty smile and follow. The sound of skipping feet reminds me of our new addition to the group and something tells me that Enid isn't going away any time soon.

Weems quickly strides ahead, leading us through the halls. It's a short walk, the stairway to my tower is maybe 2 minutes away from Wednesday's. The principle explains as she walks that the tower is directly next to the courtyard, looking over it with a disused staircase leading all the way down to the sealed catacombs.

She's trying to bribe me with history facts. Evidently that little information sheet on me included likes and dislikes and a lot more than I expected.

A glint of metal on the floor catches my attention and I quickly drop down and swipe the pin from the floor before any of them notice my move. I smile, watching the way the light reflects off the shiny piece. I pocket it, deciding to look at the details later.

"Here we are." Weems declares. "Despite the fact that the tower is connected to Orphelia hall it is actually built on top of the Othello wing. However, there was no connection between the dorms so the tower was assigned to Orphelia."

Old building, a tower built on top of a dorm that would take at least a good 15 minutes to walk to.... I can guarantee someone made a secret passage. And if they didn't, then I'm going to because there's no way in hell I'm wasting time walking for an extra 15 minutes when I could have a shortcut that takes 2.

The door creaks open and we appear on a small balcony that overlooks a workshop-like room below. The circular room is lined with three bookcases with tall stained glass windows placed between them. I glance up, confirming the stairs that lead further into the tower.

"The bedroom is just up there, in the attic section." Weems smiles sweetly at me. "You'll have to forgive us for the workshop below, we didn't have time to clear it out before your arrival."

"That is quite alright." I reassure her, my mother will be pleased that I have somewhere to work.

"Yes, I thought it may be. Your mother had three trunks shipped in for you to go through. She asked that you would have a space to continue your duties as heir."

"Heir?" I hear Enid ask Wednesday but silence is her only answer.

Thank you creepy powers at be for giving me a loyal friend.

"You will have a chance to unpack later but it's coming up to lunch time and you should get to know your new classmates." Weems declares and I wince at the thought.

Even if Enid hasn't heard about who I am, it won't take the rumour mill long to work it out. My parents don't exactly keep a low profile. What with my mother working in the Tower of Logar, or better known as the Tower of Flames. Father on the other hand joined the dark forces hellish crusade years ago, he sends my mother trophies of his triumphs.

Heads of his enemies, rare creatures and his most prized goal, to find a dragon egg. He still has dreams of grandeur, of bringing our people back to the dynasty they once were. 

No matter how unlikely that is.

A/N: What do you think of Lillian's relation with her birth parents, compared to that of her relation to the Addams family.