A/N: Oh god, I am back! Fear me ;) Well for once I have preplanned this entirely! I know what's happening with it and how to roll it!The only fly in the ointment is that it's all handwritten from where I have been abroad for the last week and involves extensive typing out.

Yay me.

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"Pubert, put it down." Morticia's scolding voice was no different to her normal gentle, inquisitive, lightly amused tone. This was when Wednesday wished her mouth could shout, or at least control her youngest son. Wednesday was tied upside down from the ancient chandelier and she was faintly surprised that it held both her and Joel's adult weight.

That's right; her annoying younger brother had managed to get one over on her. The younger brother that had an uncanny ability and talent for magic. He was aiming Aunt Grizelda's wand at the trussed up pair and grinning like a maniac. As Wednesday levelled her youngest sibling with a look that many had quailed under (or spontaneously combusted), she saw a gleam of pure malicious excitement.

The last thing she saw was the wand cracking downwards. Then the world went black.