Even while looking like a full blown zombie that Pugsley called Slurp, Isaac paid attention. He had noticed you. The middle Addams child who did not at all look like an Addams. The curly hair. The pale eyes. The DaVinci Addams, a family known to produce Psychics or Sparks.

Now, fully looking human after eating a number of brains to recover, Isaac found you in the cemetery, frustrated with your lack of control over your own power. Wednesday had only needed a summer to fully master her Psychic abilities. Pugsley had even mastered his electrokinesis that came with being a Sparks. You? You were struggling. Your telekinesis always kicked in when it was most definitely not needed.

"Having trouble?"

Isaac asked smoothly. His curly raven hair was neatly combed. His brown eyes stayed on you in a smug frustrating manner. He stepped closer, his lean and tall six foot frame towering.