Wednesday hadn't fully understood her abilities when the visions first began. They arrived like sudden shocks—fragments of violence, whispers from the past—disorienting and uncontrollable. She masked her confusion beneath her usual stoicism, refusing to let the world see her thrown off-balance.It was Aleksander who noticed her unease and offered answers. He explained the true nature of her psychic gift; the visions weren't just random intrusions, but echoes she could learn to guide and command.
With patient instruction, Aleksander taught her Occlumency—a form of mental discipline that shielded her mind, organized the chaos, and allowed her to peer into memories and secrets without being overwhelmed.
Wednesday watched Aleksander effortlessly getting along with her father. She stood quietly, lost in thought."Aleksander Morozova. He's heir to the Morozova family. He intrigues me. I haven't decided if that's to his benefit or peril yet. He fits in with my family too easily.His powers are… versatile. Elemental, psychic, a bit of everything—like a menu no sane person would order from."
She studied Aleksander carefully."He's the one who taught me to control these… visions. Before him, my visions were less insight and more like electroshock therapy—without the satisfying afterburn. Unpleasant, uninvited, insistent. Each time, it felt like being struck by lightning, only without illumination."
She was in deep thought for a moment."Occlumency. Discipline and structure for the mind. That's what he gave me. Now the visions don't control me. I channel them. Weaponize them.It's tedious work. And yet, somehow, I find that fact almost… comforting."
She allowed herself a rare thought."I found his company annoying at first, but I've grown accustomed to it. His idea of opening a detective agency—to give me inspiration—was a surprise." For the first time, someone who is not my family supported my goals from behind.
Wednesday continued."I talked to my mother about my visions.A psychic's gifts can take many forms—communing with the dead, somnambulance, mind reading, prophetic visions. Each manifestation depends heavily on the individual's emotions.Psychics with optimistic dispositions are called Doves—they tend to have bright, hopeful visions. The cynics, like me, are Ravens; our visions lean darker, more melancholic.My mother was a Dove. I am a Raven."
She paused, reflecting further."Usually, an Outcast's ability awakens at sixteen. But Aleksander, at my urging, shocked Pugsley with lightning. It triggered his power early—an accident, really.My father was pleased by the awakening. I'm not sure if I share his enthusiasm."
Wednesday Monologue Ends
Aleksander sat alone in a quiet corner when Morticia Addams gracefully approached and took a seat beside him.She smiled softly. "Thank you for being friends with my little Raven."
Aleksander returned the smile. "No problem at all. I actually appreciate her honesty—it's refreshing."Morticia's smile deepened, a trace of admiration in her voice. "And thank you for helping her with her powers. From what I understand, a living psychic cannot train another. Only the ghost of an ancestor can reach out with guidance—and even then, only in fragments."
Aleksander nodded thoughtfully.
After a few moments of light, graceful conversation, Morticia rose smoothly, her voice a soft, lilting murmur. "I'll leave you to your work." She gave Aleksander a warm, lingering smile before gliding away with her usual ethereal elegance, leaving behind the faint scent of night-blooming flowers.
Aleksander blinked, confused. "What work?"
Almost silently, Wednesday appeared. Her pale face was expressionless, her dark eyes fixed on Aleksander as she slid into the seat beside him."So," she said flatly, voice direct and without preamble, "have you really started setting up the detective agency, or is this all talk and no action?"
Aleksander smiled, unfazed. "It's all ready. The place is set up. We can start this Saturday."
Wednesday's eyes narrowed just the slightest—no smile, but something like approval flickered beneath her usual calm exterior.