Gomez Addams were beaming when he saw his two daughters appear from the larger wooden gate, he was quick to walk to the girls, his arms around them.

"Look at you two, my little death trap," he said slinging and arm over Wednesday before kissing Coraline's forehead, "and my little trickster."

"Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?"

Their mother gave a pained smile, laced with tears, "Yes."

Coraline watched as her little brother Pugsley looked lonelier than ever, he too smiled but she was no fool. Nor she can't be fooled.

Morticia interrupted her thoughts, "Why don't you boys go wait in the car? I need a moment with my girls."

Her father smiled at his daughters before giving one last parting kiss to both of their foreheads and walking away. Pugsley was next, his chubby hands wrapped around the girl, the impact making Coraline stagger bit back before she balanced herself by catching his elbows. He returned the same to Wednesday, which the girl did not return.

Pugsley's thoughts were running wild than ever, giving the younger girl a slight headache. Not to mention her parents too, even their driver. She was surprised he atleast had any emotions.

"Pugsley," Wednesday stated blankly when the boy pulled away, "you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without us. I give you two months, top."

"I'll miss you too, sis," Pugsley answered, bringing a smile on Coraline's face.

She grabbed her brother by the shoulders, "Don't listen to her Pug. You will survive. Remember what I said? Violence is the answer." She said, winking and letting him go. A hint of smile appeared on his face before he joined his father, both of them stepping inside the car.

Morticia walked towards them, ever so graceful on her steps, her gaze set on Wednesday, "Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep," she gave her a dark look before shifting her gaze to the younger girl, "you have no where to go. You too Coraline"

"Wasn't planing on it, mother," Coraline said, rolling her eyes. Of course she would. She knew her mother knew that too. Coraline would be lying if she said the place didn't intrigue her, the soul sucking dark nature that surrounded the place was refreshing and she did want to spend her time here. Bit if it came to her sister's freedom, she'd rather choose her.

"As usual, you underestimate me, mother," Oh Wednesday, now why would you say that, "I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

Morticia sighed, "You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way," her eyes darted to her younger daughter, her eyes softening, "and Coraline. Always so unpredictable. I may not be able to know your thoughts, but you know mine," she looked up, her eyes filled with happiness, "I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did."

The woman smiled at her daughter, a thin layer of tears coating her eyes as she fiddled with something on her hand, "Oh, I got you two a little something." She said, flipping a little pendant in her fingers, looking at Wednesday, "W. M, Our initials. It's made of obsidian, which Aztec priests used to conjure visions. It's a symbol of our connection." She smiled mysteriously, handing it to the girl.

"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?" Wednesday asked, taking a small look at the necklace, "I'm not you, Mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family."

Coraline almost wanted to hit her head, but that's how her sister was, and she had no desire in changing her way.

"I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart" their mother smiled through tears.

"Fortunately, you don't have a one."

"Finally, a kind word for you mother," Morticia held her composure, tears never falling as she tucked a strand of hair which escaped Coraline's braid. She fiddled with a black ring on her hand, in the middle was opalescent black, turquoise gem, carved into a small oval shape, it look magical as it.

Morticia placed the ring on her daughters palm, enclosing it with her own. Coraline looked up, her eyes shining.

"It's a turquoise. Beautiful isn't it?" Her mother asked.

She tapped her finger on her daughter's forehead, raising her eyebrows, "Ancient Persians used it to brings balance to the emotions and thoughts. Ward their minds. You'll find a great use in it my love."

Coraline's eyes took in the beautiful ring rested on her hand, and she couldn't be any more grateful for the gift her mother has presented her.

Morticia turned away, calling for their driver, "Lurch, the crystal ball, please."

The man walked to them lazily, handing the bag over to the woman, "We can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in, so we'll call you next Sunday," Morticia said, sparing a one last glance at her daughter before slipping into the car.