Okay, for whatever reason, I just can't make this scene work the way I want it too. It just feels awkward or the flow is wrong in some sections and I'm officially giving up on fixing it. Been trying to fix it for 2 weeks now. You know things are bad when you'll do just about anything BUT write stuff you've been looking forward to getting down in print for months.
Still, the idea had made me happy at one point and it's for bits like these that my LJ exists in the first place. Below is the now deleted bit. The event will still happen, but it will be in summary now. Hopefully I can finish chapter 8 by the end of the week as a result.
The few days the trio had to prepare came and went both quickly and too slowly at the same time until Friday afternoon found them stepping out of a taxi cab a good hour outside of New York City. It seemed strange at first that the lawyer would live so far out of the city to Alice but staring at the house behind the gate and curved driveway before them left no doubt in her mind that it was the right place. The paneling of the large imposing mansion had seen better days and she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was watching her as she followed Hatter towards the house. The creeping ivy and dead plants surrounding the connected greenhouse added to the feeling and she squeezed Hatter’s hand as she moved closer to him for additional comfort.
In short, the place gave her the creeps and Alice sincerely hoped they wouldn’t be kept here long before leaving for England.
Feeling Hatter give her hand a return squeeze caused her took look up at him finally and seeing his slightly wary glance at the house before them assured her more than the his grip had and she allowed a small smile. Harry’s energetic jog up the front steps proved he was the only member of their group still as excited as when they’d woken up that morning. Not wanting to be the reason to bring that happiness down, Alice let out a steadying breath and gave Harry a real smile when he looked back at the pair after ringing to door bell. A low rang tone through the house for a few seconds before the front door creaked open.
Instead of a face appearing, the first thing Alice could see was bottom ‘v’ of a vest and she had to look up, and then up some more until the expressionless face of a man she didn’t think would look out of place in a funeral parlor met hers. He stared down at all three of them without a word until Hatter finally broke the silence.
“Hello,” she heard him grin to her left, “I believe Mr. Addams is expecting us?”
The expressionless man gave a rumbling noise of what Alice could only guess was consent before stepping back as he opened the door fully. Harry had been unnerved by the tall man as well it seemed as he stuck closer to Alice and Hatter now as the three entered together and took in the front hall. It was clear that the office on Mulberry Street had been designed to match the house as dark gray wood and somber decorations surrounded them. Not letting his apprehension take over his innate curiosity apparently, Harry drifted away to look at some of the strange items in the hall. Before he could be warned not to touch any of them though, Harry stroked what had appeared to be a dark green stone lizard, that quickly uncurled from around the lamp base upon being touched, and shot a breath of fire at him before scuttling off.
“What the hell was that?!” Alice gasped while Harry laughed and tried to find the escaped lizard.
“That was Gustav,” a young woman’s voice to their right answered calmly and all three of them turned to look at her. Standing at the base of a large staircase, she appeared to be about Alice’s age with jet black hair bound in a single braid that fell over her shoulder and seemed to disappear into the mid-thigh length black dress she wore. “You scared him,” she stated in a flat monotone and looked down at Harry, “He doesn’t like to be touched by strangers.”
“Sorry,” Harry smiled brightly, “Thought he was part of the lamp; didn’t mean to give him a fright.” He then looked around the hall once, “Course I’m not sure what he’d find scary ‘bout me living in a place like this yeah?”
The woman raised one thin eyebrow and cracked the hint of smile at Harry’s comments before turning to their left, “Come with me. Father has been expecting you.” Still not feeling comfortable in the place, Alice took comfort from Hatter’s calm presence and Harry’s nonchalance as the group followed behind the unknown woman.
A short trip down the hall found them led into a study and Alice felt Hatter tense at the wide range of swords on display along the walls. It only took a moment for her to remember what he’d said about his last meeting with his lawyer and suddenly the encounter didn’t seem quite so funny any more.
“Father,” their guide stated as she stopped in front of a large desk. She looked back at their group once as they filed in beside her before turning to face the desk again, “They’re here. Are you prepared yet?”
Alice could only assume the man behind the desk shrinking files and sticking them in an open trunk was Mr. Addams and thankfully he didn’t seem interested in another impromptu sword fight. With a wave of his hand a few more items jumped into the open trunk before it closed with a resonating ‘thunk’. “Yes, I believe that will take of us for the week Wednesday,” he remarked before looking up at their little group. “Welcome dear friends,” Mr. Addams grinned wildly and spread his arms as he walked around the desk.
He glanced over each of them before locking eyes with Alice and she found herself very uncomfortable with the look he gave her. “What an enchanting creature you have brought with you Mr. Hatter,” Mr. Addams charmed and placed a short kiss on her hand that Alice discreetly wiped off on her jeans. No matter how charming he was trying to be, Alice couldn’t help feeling creeped out but this man for some reason.
“Umm, thanks. I think,” she managed to reply with a wary glance at Hatter who just smiled back at her in amusement.
“This is Alice,” Hatter introduced her properly, “Harry’s secondary guardian. I thought it best she be a part of this yeah?” He gave her a quick smile and she saw Mr. Addams nod understandingly.
“Certainly,” Mr. Addams agreed before grinned widely once more, but this time at Harry. “And you,” he continued with a touch of awe, “You must be Harry Potter himself.”
Harry smiled back at the man with ease, “Well if I must be, then I suppose I am.” He looked curiously back at the woman standing off to the side, “She coming along too?”
“Yes,” Mr. Addams clapped his hands once and gestured for the woman to come closer, “This is my daughter, Wednesday Addams. She’s the other half of our legal team and agreed to help with the battle ahead.”
Unfinished obviously. Shame it wasn't working out, but I feel better getting rid of it then keep messing with it.