Chapter 8: The Wandless Mentor
The Addams family quarters were a gothic sanctuary, their air thick with the scent of black roses and old books, a faint undercurrent of incense curling through the shadows. The room was a tapestry of velvet drapes and flickering candles, their light casting eerie patterns on the stone walls. Oliver stood in the center, his rumpled uniform out of place, his fingers brushing the compass in his pocket, its wild hum a constant distraction. He felt like he was walking into a spider's web, albeit a very stylish one.
Morticia Addams glided forward, her black gown flowing like liquid night, her presence ethereal yet commanding. She held a single black rose, its petals crumbling under an unseen force, her lips curving in a serene smile. "Your magic is raw, Oliver," she purred, her voice a low melody, her dark eyes locking onto his. "It needs a soul, not a manual."
She's like Wednesday, but softer. Scarier. And she knows more about my magic than I do. His heart raced, his tie a grounding anchor as he nodded.
Magic as Emotion
Morticia gestured to a velvet cushion, her movements graceful and deliberate. "Magic is emotion," she said, her voice weaving through the incense-heavy air. "It is the echo of your soul. Tap into it." Oliver swallowed, his mind scrambling for a feeling—curiosity, anger, fear—but they slipped away, elusive. I'm failing already. She's going to turn me into a human pincushion. He thought of Enid's smile, her warmth in the dorm, her pastel sweaters and her unwavering faith in him. A spark bloomed in his chest, steady and bright. He raised his hand, whispering Lumos, and a soft, yellow light flared, not the System's sterile blue.
The message was a jolt, and Oliver's breath caught, his lips twitching into a surprised smile. It's me, not the System. The System's just along for the ride. Morticia's eyes gleamed, a micro-reaction of approval, her fingers brushing her gown. "Better," she said, her voice warm and encouraging. "You found your anchor. A rare one, and a beautiful one." She didn't need to say Enid's name for him to know. He felt the blush creeping up his neck.
Lore and Warnings
She paced, her gown rustling, the air growing colder as she spoke. "I studied wandless magic once," she said, her tone soft but heavy with memory. "A forbidden art. Powerful, but dangerous." Her gaze darkened, her fingers tightening around the rose's stem. "Eldric's magic is twisted by a lost grimoire. It feeds his artifacts, his ambition."
The message sent a chill through Oliver, his paranoia spiking. The System's listening. It's collecting data on Eldric's weaknesses. Morticia shuddered, a rare crack in her composure, and Oliver's chest tightened, sensing her secret's weight. She wasn't just warning him; she was reliving a fear she had long since buried. She's warning me. She's seen this before, and it didn't end well.
Wednesday watched from a shadowed corner, her arms crossed, her braid still, her expression impassive but her eyes sharp. She noted Morticia's warmth, Oliver's growing confidence, and her lips twitched, a faint shadow of approval in her step as she turned away. He's a tool. A peculiar one. He's not just a pawn in this game; he's a knight with a queen who gives him all the secrets. And he has a dog that likes shiny things. The best kind of friend.
Oliver caught her glance, his pulse quickening, but he focused on Morticia, her words a guide.
The training continued, Morticia guiding him to channel joy into a levitation spell, the compass rising, its needle steadying toward Jericho.
The success was a rush, his shoulders relaxing, his magic feeling alive and personal. The session ended, the room's shadows softer, the rose scent lingering. Enid's voice echoed from the hall: "The Rave'N's coming up! It's the biggest night!" Oliver's stomach twisted, a new anxiety blooming. A party? What kind of threat is a party? Morticia's smile was knowing, her fingers brushing his arm, a fleeting touch. "You're ready for more than magic, Oliver," she said, her voice a whisper. The compass hummed, Jericho calling, but the Rave'N loomed, a social battlefield he wasn't prepared for.
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