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"You're in love, sis."
"This is so embarrassing."
Or
Pugsley points out the obvious to his sister.
Pugsley followed the concerned staring and whispered conversation to his sister, who was currently in the greenhouse, aggressively filtering through the gardening equipment.
"Wednesday?"
She didn't pause, and he had to duck to avoid a flying set of grass shears. Some unlucky eavesdroppers weren't so quick, and their wail was barely acknowledged by either Addams.
"What're you doing?"
Wednesday stood straight with a pitchfork in hand, twirling it expertly in her grip.
"Do you suppose this will kill someone?"
He quickly inspected the tool.
"It's too blunt. Only good to send a message. Why not a scythe?"
The mentioned item seemed to gleam in the sunlight, and Wednesday twirled the fork before finally facing him.
"Then it is perfect. I only need to send a message."
He nodded along, glancing around for something he could use to assist if she required, always a fan of sibling bonding.
"A message to who?" He asked, pulling a hoe from a bucket as Wednesday exhaled in what braver folk would call a sigh.
"Enid's mother. She is incessantly unkind."
Pugsley paused his inspection of the garden hoe, his silence enough to draw the eyes of his sister to him.
"Enid, the lycan girl?"
Wednesday nodded, slamming the not-so-blunt pitchfork into the ground, which didn't move even as she crossed her arms.
"My roommate. Her mother never finds praise for her, she could be the most powerful Werewolf in the world, which she may even be, and still Esther would find something to complain about. I would find it amusing, if I didn't-"
She almost bit her tongue, and swallowed the blood that formed.
"Didn't what?"
Wednesday felt little need to share with her brother that Enid would often cry after family visits, her whimpers cutting daggers through Wednesday, a sensation so powerful she summarized must be anger. But not at her roommate, no, at Enid's mother.
She pulled the fork from the earth with great strength.
"Do you know what she said today?" Wednesday asked, rhetorically of course. Pugsley shrugged one shoulder, and she continued.
"She asked if she intended to cover her scars, and told her to before they take any photos. Apparently she didn't want to remember the hideousness of her bravery."
Pugsley felt his eyes bug for a moment, a wave of Addams anger flaring in his chest.
"Those are the scars of a winner, and a strong fighter. They should be cherished."
Her hand clenched around the wood.
"That is precisely what I said, and when Esther tried to, I suspect, insult me, Enid distracted her once again. Only to be met with another dismissal."
Pugsley knew how frustrating that would be, especially for his sister. By the old laws, an insult in public could be met with an official challenge, and then no one would have been able to stop Wednesday's rage.
A snap cut between them, and his sister sighed, watching the top half of the pitchfork hit the ground with a rattle, having accidentally snapped the handle with her improbable strength.
"Do you see how crazy that woman makes me?" She complained, and Pugsley nodded, avoiding the spare handle as it was launched his way again, hitting another eavesdropper almost perfectly.
"Yes, I imagine love is quite confusing to deal with."
Like ice had poured down her spine, Wednesday froze in place, only her eyes moving to snap on her brother.
"What did you say?" She asked, and he shrugged.
"Love. It must drive you mad."
She didn't frown, but her eye twitched.
"I don't love Enid's mother."
Pugsley would have laughed if anyone else had said it, but his sister didn't exactly have a sense of humor with these things, so he knew she was being serious.
"No, but you… you love Enid, right?"
Wednesday scoffed, snide and a little harsh.
"What, you think that's what this is? That I feel so angry when she is upset by someone, hearing her happy makes me feel… urgh, warm, and she is the only person I'll allow to hold me-"
"Hold you?"
Wednesday must have caught her cheek, as it blossomed into something slightly pink.
"Yes, when she is having a nightmare I allow her to sleep in my bed. With me. Even before she sleeps to avoid a nightmare. So-"
"So you share a bed?"
Wednesday opened her mouth and closed it several times. Pugsley feared he had broken his sister, until she finally sagged, defeated.
"You're in love, sis."
Leaning against the pitchfork with the weight of the world resting on her shoulders, she sighs.
"This is so embarrassing."
"Absolutely. But inevitable. You are an Addams, after all."
She allowed him to hug her for the briefest moment, and then she stepped back, still looking somewhat dejected.
"Hey, do you want to beat up her mother?"
"It's everything I need to do."
He nodded and pulled the hoe from the bucket as she grabbed the scythe.
"Let's go on a hunt, then!"