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Rosemary Morgan checked her watch and walked to the front and back doors to see if her daughter had come home from school, but there was still no sign of Angela.
Her son Damon came down the stairs in his usual frayed trenchcoat. Ever since Winifred Pale's invasion of the human world on Halloween, Damon had been transformed into a sort of pumpkin man, but he still managed to clomp down every step as though he still had heavy boots on rather that a series of tendrils. "Geez, Mom, she probably just stayed a little after school to talk with some of her friends." Damon reached for the front door to go see his friends of his own.
"Without so much as a phone call? Angela isn't the extracurricular type. Maybe she's with Shelley, I could see that." Rosemary chewed at her thumbnail. "But if it's Winifred, or that Brimston girl..." Rosemary couldn't finish the sentence and instead just shook her head.
Damon was trying his best to be a disaffected goth teen with a jack o' lantern for a head, but his mother wasn't making it easy. "You worry too much. Angela will be here any minute, just like every other day."
They then heard the back door slide open at that moment.
"See? There you go," Damon said as the two of them went to the back door to greet Angela.
When they arrived at the back door, they were understandably shocked to see a woman decorated with colorful and expensive looking jewelry. They also took notice of her... size.
Angeline addressed the two of them, waving her pudgy, ringed fingers. "Hello mumsie, hello Damon darling."
Rosemary froze. Instead of shouting at the stranger to get out of her house, she looked into her sapphire-blue eyes. Either it was mother's intuition, or the fact that Rosemary had knowledge of magic and witchcraft herself. But she recognized her daughter underneath the expensive clothes, elaborate coiffure, and enhanced... well, everything.
"Wait, are you serious? This
is Angela?" Damon asked his mother with disbelief.
Rosemary slowly nodded, wide-eyed. "She may be blonde, buxom, and bejeweled, but this is indeed your little sister."
"Oh thank you mumsie, but please, it's Angeline now: Queen Angeline to be more precise." Angeline corrected her.
"Oh, you think you're a queen now? Angela despite some fancy age spell that came with a bit of glamour, you're still just a little girl who isn't in her right of mind, now we are marching right back to that school and find the reverse spell." Rosemary ordered.
"Oh mumsie, I don't think you quite understand. I'm thinking very clearly right now, and right now, I know for a fact that I'm the wealthiest woman in Underborough along with my family. You may think I've changed completely but that's simply not true, even with our vast fortune, I still love you both the most." Angeline said as she leaned down and kissed her mother and then Damon on the cheek.
"Angela or Angeline, whatever you call yourself now, I don't know how you even fit through this door, but so help me I'll shove you back through it if I have t--" Rosemary started.
"Whoa, Mom, Mom, calm down. I know you're a little upset at what Angela's done but she's still okay, right?" Damon asked his mom, who looked a little shorter to him all of a sudden.
"Ugh, Damon, she can't go prancing about with the money that she probably doesn't even have. I mean really do you honestly think a spell on one girl can affect the entire world around her?" Rosemary asked Damon, whose head was looking more like pink flesh than orange rind.
"I don't know, maybe? From all of that jewlery on her person, you'd think she'd have a little more than just that. Althought I'm not sure about the rings she's wearing." Damon commented as his goth trappings shortened into a fancy tailcoat.
"What's wrong with those rings? They look absolutely fabulous on her. Frankly I'm surprised she didn't take another fan with her, that one she's had for at least a month, maybe even two..." Rosemary's voice quivered with worry as she cupped her mouth with smooth, white hands. Her clothes were now a long velvet dress fit for a slim teenager, rather than the forty-something's sweater that flickered in the back of her mind.
"Oh please, Rosemary, Mumsie would never go about town two months with something like that. Besides what about that garish dress you've worn for about a month now?" Damon asked his sister, narrowing his eyes from behind dark rose-tinted sunglasses.
"Garish?! I'll have you know that this is the most sought after dress in Underborough and I was the first to buy it and the first to fashion it across town!" Rosemary yelled at her brother.
"Yes, tell me, did everyone run screaming when they saw you coming with it on?" Damon foppishly jibed.
"I'll wipe that smirk from your face, you wretched little dandy!" Rosemary raised a hand to strike him.
"Rosemary! Damon!" Queen Angeline shouted.
"Yes, Mumsie?" Rosemary and Damon asked in unison.
"Is this how a prince and princess are supposed to act?" Queen Angeline said disapprovingly to her children.
"No, Mumsie." Rosemary and Damon both answered demurely.
"Good, now both of you apologize to each other." Queen Angeline demanded.
"Sorry brother, I didn't mean to start fisticuffs with you." Rosemary apologized.
"I'm sorry as well Rosemary, you do look ravishing in that dress." Damon apologized.
"Good, now why don't you both clean up, I've decided to invite the Pales over for dinner tonight." Queen Angeline suggested to them.
"Really Mother, why do you want to always have dinner with them?" Rosemary asked.
"Well that Vincent is quite dashing and it is rather nice having another man in this house." Queen Angeline smirked.
"Mother!" Rosemary shouted.
"I must admit that beneath her brutish exterior, Lady Winifred is quite fetching." Damon smirked.
"Damon! Honestly, she's a child." Rosemary shouted to her brother.
"Who can say with vampires?" Damon replied, adjusting his sleeves.
"Perhaps you're just jealous because you don't have anyone to pine for." Queen Angeline teased.
"Oh mother." Rosemary said as she rolled her eyes.