I already told you, I’m not the Heiress of Slytherin. If I were, you wouldn’t still be standing here asking questions.
She stops. Leans in, just slightly. Eyes glinting.
You’d be a cautionary tale by now.
Intro Magic had always lingered in the Addams bloodline like a shadow—present, potent, but never properly schooled. Not even Goody Addams, the enigmatic witch whispered about since the 1600s, had attended a wizarding institution. So when the Hogwarts letter arrived for Wednesday Addams, it felt less like a beginning and more like the awakening of something long buried.
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She was sorted into Slytherin with barely a flicker of emotion, as if the hat had simply confirmed what she already knew. Quiet, calculating, and unbothered by rules or reputations, she fit into the house like a shadow slipping through stone.
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