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“Must you listen to that grating garbage on constant repeat?”
Enid is startled out of her Instagram doom scrolling by her broody roommate ripping her pink headphones off. Wednesday drops them immediately as if they burned her on contact, which, to be fair, Enid now knew that they probably did. The knowledge doesn’t make her any less annoyed at her self-proclaimed bestie though.
“Hey! I was wearing headphones! You can’t complain about the music!”
“You had the volume at such an extraordinary decibel that I may as well have been the one wearing the headphones,” Wednesday deadpans.
Enid huffs, “It’s not my fault you pick up on every little sound that destroys your precious silence.”
“Ironic given that you’re the one with actual wolf hearing,” Wednesday shoots back.
It briefly passes through Enid’s subconscious that if it was two years ago, this conversation would have inevitably slipped into one of those constant fights that once culminated in Enid packing her red bag for Yoko’s room that fateful night. The two roommates had always understood each other in a way that didn't fully make sense, but at the beginning this led to constant bickering, both knowing how to rile the other up in a way no one else could.
This wasn’t two years ago though, and Enid would like to think she’s become fluent in the language that was Wednesday Addams. She hears the annoyance in the goth’s tone, but the lack of actual aggression. And was that a hint of resignation in Wednesday’s voice as well? As if she’s only calling Enid out on the music because it’s the status quo, and not because it’s actually ruining her day like Wednesday would like the world to believe.
The werewolf sits up on the edge of her bed to fully face her roommate. “I’m sorry! I know it’s your writing time and I didn’t realize I had the volume so loud. It’s just, Seventeen dropped a new single and it’s totes amazing and I just have to keep listening to it!”
If Wednesday Addams could blink, she would’ve, not comprehending the string of nonsense that had come from the bubbly blonde’s mouth. However, Wednesday had learned a thing or two over the years as well, and decides not to poke and prod about how outlandish that statement sounded and how inconceivable the werewolf’s obsession with pop culture was.
Two years ago, when the goth was frustrated by yet another disagreement with her complete opposite, Thing had tried to give her advice. Pick your battles, the hand had said. To which Wednesday had bristled because she did pick them. She just happened to pick all of them. Still, she had to admit that over the years she did find the advice somewhat constructive. Not that she’d ever tell Thing that, he’d be much too smug. But it’s true that by not needling at every possible opportunity, Wednesday and Enid argued far less than they used to. They certainly still had their moments, make no mistake. Yet even those arguments often ran dangerously close to what laymen may call banter. Not that Wednesday Addams would ever engage in such trivial conversation. Not that that’s what was happening right at this exact moment.
“Seventeen.” Wednesday mutters, as if the word is foreign to her. “Isn’t that the music group that doesn’t know basic arithmetic?"
Enid perks up with a wide grin that Wednesday somehow finds herself blinded by, despite the sun being long set in the evening. “You remembered they only have 13 members!”
“...Sure.” It’s the best vocabulary Wednesday can come up with while she struggles to keep rising embarrassment from her cheeks as she realizes she’s shown her hand. If two years ago someone had told her she’d remember any type of detail about any modern musical artist she’s skin and boil them alive. Yet here she was. She’s suddenly grateful her parents are nowhere in the vicinity of the school any longer. The knowing looks from her mother alone would make her want to burn the entire school to the ground, even more so than she already did.
Enid is oblivious to the goth’s turmoil, instead rambling into the space between them as she so often does. “Well, actually they’re not bad at math. They’re actually too good at it. Because they have 13 members and 3 teams and 1 group and it all adds-”
“Enid.”
The werewolf immediately snaps her mouth shut, recognizing the edge in the goth’s voice as her patience grows thin. Enid gives her an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’ll turn my music down. You can go back to your writing.”
Wednesday tilts her head ever so slightly, as if she was surprised at how simple the conversation was. Enid tilts her head as well, wondering if the Addams was going to say anything more. She can’t help but feel that she hangs on every word Wednesday says as if they’re precious commodities to be remembered. God she’s really never beating those puppy allegations.
The goth’s eyebrows furrow minutely, which Enid observes openly. Yet Wednesday doesn’t say anything more, just nods and turns around robotically to walk back to her typewriter. Enid feels a slight wave of disappointment grow in her, but before it can fester, she hears a low voice carry across the room.
“I may have underestimated the intelligence of that group’s naming convention. It sounds like they put some thought into it after all. Though I still can’t conceive why you…what is it that you say? Fangirl over them?”
Enid grins widely at her roommate’s back as she continues to type. “High praise from Wednesday Addams! I may make you into one of those so-called fangirls yet.”
“Don’t push it, Enid.” The seer will forever deny that her lips twitch upward ever so slightly.
They fall into a comfortable silence after that. Enid doesn’t put her headphones back on, electing to use the constant typewriter clacking as background noise instead. Somewhere over the two years, that ancient typing tool had started to induce calm in her rather than a migraine.
The peaceful silence lasts all of five minutes before Enid groans from her side of the room. Wednesday rolls her eyes and continues to type her sentence, yet she doesn’t get much further than that. She had never been very good at ignoring Enid Sinclair.
“What is it, Enid?” Exasperation laces the author’s voice, but her roommate had successfully drawn back her attention.
“It’s Agnes!” The werewolf huffs.
Wednesday’s ears perk up at that. “Agnes? Did she find the lead on the new case I asked her for?”
“No she’s - wait, what?” Enid looks swiftly over at the seer across the room. She tries and fails to tamper the jealousy she feels brewing in her stomach. “You already have her working a new case? You just finished one!”
“There is no rest for the extraordinary.”
“That is not the saying.”
“It is now.”
Enid huffs, “Why didn’t you tell me about the case?”
Wednesday raises an eyebrow at the insecure tone and fully turns to face her roommate. “Agnes is merely following a breadcrumb trail. I am not sure if it will amount to anything. If it does, I can assure you, I had plans to fully brief you on it, as is custom.”
Enid blinks, the jealousy in her stomach giving way to something scarily close to butterflies. “Good.” She manages to squeak. Wednesday just continues to stare at her in expectation. “What?”
“You interrupted my writing time for the second time in five minutes for some reason.”
“Oh right!” Enid frowns at her phone. “It’s just…last semester Agnes made me this list of boys she thought I’d be compatible with. I declined the offer then, but she won’t stop pestering me about it!”
Enid is annoyed enough not to notice how her best friend tenses across the room. Wednesday clenches her fist, willing her face to remain neutral. Though internally she’s already planning on how she can make the invisible redhead run in circles for the next few days. Why was Agnes trying to set Enid up with potential suitors anyway? The very idea causes an unpleasant ache in her chest. Perhaps she should have Uncle Fester give her heart a few shocks the next time she sees him.
Meanwhile Enid is still rambling. “And I looked at the list of guys and okay, maybe they’re not all bad. But I don’t know…After Ajax and Bruno and everything-”
“Must we use their names-”
“I just don’t know about love anymore.”
Wednesday flinches. “Love.” She says the word as if it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. “Is that how you felt toward…the gorgon and that werewolf?”
Enid blinks at the question for a second before running her hand exasperatedly through her hair. “No! I mean…I don’t know?”
“Eloquent as always.” Wednesday uses the insult to deflect the churning in her stomach.
Enid sighs, not even registering the insult, too stuck in her own head. “If I’m really honest with myself…I guess I didn’t. Maybe the version of myself I thought I wanted to be did. But I’m not that anymore.”
Wednesday nods, feeling a relief inside her that she doesn’t dare examine too closely, for fear it will unravel her. She shifts in her chair, unused to these types of conversations and feeling out of her element. Yet her roommate seems so frazzled that she feels the need to say more. “Do you…have a desire to find that?”
The werewolf tilts her head. “Find what? Love?”
The goth nods.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“No.” The response from Wednesday is automatic. Absolute. It cuts Enid like a silver knife. She knew such a thing didn’t interest the Addams girl, but it hurt to hear that fact spoken aloud. She pushes the reason why it hurts out of her mind. She just wanted to see her friend happy. That was all.
“Right.” Enid mutters.
Wednesday frowns, somehow feeling like she’s messed things up more. She wracks her brain for something else to say. “If you want to find this…feeling, would not taking Agnes up on her offer be a place to start?”
The goth has no idea what compels her to say this. The last thing she wanted was for Enid to do so, but she supposes the werewolf had been reasonably happy in the past with Ajax and Bruno (gag), and it seems logical to push her friend to pursue that again. Perhaps Wednesday needed to spend a night in a coffin. It had been far too long since she had, and she really must be going insane if she’s thinking of someone’s happiness over her own. Yet she can’t quite bring herself to be that angry about it because it’s Enid.
The blonde is uncharacteristically silent for a moment, a feeling of sadness washing over her that Wednesday was even suggesting she date around again. Still, she understands her roommate is just trying to provide a logical answer to her conundrum. And perhaps this could be a welcome distraction to help her get over...whatever she was feeling. “You know what? Maybe you’re right. It has been a while. Maybe I should try again. Heck, maybe my soulmate is on Agnes’ list, who knows?”
It’s then that Wednesday realizes she has just committed a terrible error as an immense queasiness suddenly overtakes her, and not in a good way. For a ridiculous moment she wants to drop to her knees and beg Enid to forget she ever suggested she’d take up Agnes’ offer. Yet she refrains, opting instead to turn slowly back to her writing. Wednesday Addams never made mistakes. And when she did, she certainly never owned up to them. “Well, seems like it’s settled then.” She starts typing again, ignoring the fact that she was no longer putting actual sentences together in her distracted state.
Enid stares at Wednesday’s back wistfully before she sighs and looks at her phone.
Enid: Alright fine, I’m in
Agnes: !! First up, Hunter Hughes
Enid groans again. Wednesday doesn’t look up from her (pretend) writing this time.
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“Okay, so tell me about him again?” Enid shuffles nervously around her room as she gets ready for her coffee date with Hunter.
Agnes tilts her head, “I’ve told you everything I know at least five times.”
“It’s hard to remember everything!” Enid snaps.
“You memorized Wednesday’s class schedule the first day of the semester.” Agnes argues back.
“That’s different!”
Agnes smirks slightly, “How?”
Enid flounders, “It just is!”
“Why is that?”
“It…doesn’t matter!” Enid lets her claws come out now. “Just tell me about Hunter again!”
Agnes sighs. Still in denial. It’s okay though. That’s what Hunter Hughes was for. “He’s a DaVinci. Captain of the rowing team. Likes all sports as far as I know.”
Enid nods, mentally going through the list again. Agnes was right, it really wasn’t that long, there was just nothing that sounded interesting enough about Hunter to remember. She grits her teeth and puts on her eyeliner. This was about finding her soulmate. She can’t go around judging books by their covers just yet. At that thought she glances ironically over at her roommate's empty side of the room. Her chest pangs slightly. Ever since the other day, Wednesday had been distant and Enid didn’t know why. Or at least, she wasn’t about to guess at it. That was dangerous.
She finishes applying her makeup and turns to Agnes. “Well, how do I look?” She had opted for a more casual look for the date, wearing jeans and a bright colored blouse and boots.
Agnes gives a small smile, “Like you’re ready for this date.”
If only, Enid thinks. Instead she nods and heads toward the door, but immediately jumps back as Wednesday yanks it open at the exact same time.
“Wednesday!” Enid squeaks, suddenly feeling like she’s been caught red-handed, though she has no idea why. “Uh, hi!”
For her part, Wednesday has been rendered somewhat tongue-tied as she takes in Enid’s glowing appearance. The werewolf was obviously above average looking. It was an undeniable fact she had recognized on day one. Yet that had only grown over the years, especially now as she takes in the rare out-of-uniform Enid. She vaguely wonders how someone can make a pink shirt and purple pant combo look so…above average.
Still, tongued-tied for Wednesday Addams was the equivalent to waxing poetic for most people, and she recovers quickly enough that she’s sure her brief distraction is not noticeable. “Terrible day, Enid. And it looks like yours is about to be more terrible.” She chooses to ignore the giggle from Agnes in the background that sounded a bit too knowing to her liking.
“Erm yes,” Enid stutters, still unsure why she’s feeling so thrown. Or at least not admitting why. “I mean, no! I mean…I’m headed to a date.” The word leaves a bitter taste in her mouth that she denies to herself.
“I see.” Wednesday nods, her movements suddenly calculated and precise. They always were, but Enid knew the seer well enough to know that this was the type of rigid movement that meant Wednesday was uncomfortable. Enid supposes it made sense though. The girl did say she was uninterested in love.
“Agnes,” the seer says curtly. “I require your assistance.”
Enid frowns as Wednesday’s attention is so quickly directed toward the redhead, a sense of anger washing through her. Apparently that was all the conversation they were going to have.
The slam of the door as Enid leaves is so loud that Thing scuttles out of his house, startled from his nap. He looks at Wednesday in question who just gives a barely there shrug, though her body language wreaks of exasperation. The hand notices Agnes smirking behind the seer, but opts not to pull on that thread. He appreciated keeping all his fingers intact.
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Of course Hunter would choose the Weathervane, one of the most stereotypical, if not boring, places in town. Enid soon learns that the location fits the boy well, because he is the epitome of stereotypical and boring himself.
He starts by insisting he buy her coffee, something young Enid may have swooned at in the past, but just mildly irks current Enid, especially when he comes back looking really smug about it, as if he just hung the moon for her. She’s even more irked when she tastes it, almost spitting it all over the boy. It wasn’t at all how she asked for it. Granted, she had a very complex order, but others had never struggled to get it right for her. At least…Wednesday never had. She shoves that thought away as fast as it comes and tries to focus on the boy in front of her.
“So Hunter, tell me about rowing. Why do you like it so much?”
The boy shrugs and gives what Enid assumes he assumes is a charming smile. “It’s the most popular sport at Nevermore and I’m good at it.”
Enid nods politely, “Well sure. I just mean, was there something that drew you to it at first?”
Hunter frowns as if the question confuses him. “I don’t know…recognition?”
Suddenly Enid is the one frowning. Sure, she understood the desire for recognition, she had done plenty of things at school for just that, yet it was never her only motivating factor. She had genuine interest in all the clubs and hobbies she did beyond popularity.
She remembers back to when she asked Wednesday why she chose the cello of all instruments. The usually succinct goth had rambled for a good ten minutes on the history of the cello and everything that drew her to it. Enid had regretted asking at the time, feeling completely lost in the history lesson she had unwittingly signed up for. But since then she’s grown to appreciate Wednesday’s reasons for being passionate about certain things, even if most of those things involved blood and death.
Hunter doesn’t notice Enid’s discontentment and continues to talk about their upcoming rowing schedule. The rest of the date goes well enough. Almost too well to be honest. As if every word was scripted rather than genuine. Hunter said all the right things, at least as much as he could for being as interesting as a pile of rocks. He was charming. He bought her a pastry. He held the door with his DaVinci powers. He bragged about his car. He didn’t push when Enid declined a kiss.
Perhaps younger Enid would have loved the date. But current Enid couldn’t help but feel it was the worst one she’s ever been on.
Back at Ophelia Hall, Wednesday Addams is thinking she’s being way more subtle than she’s being. Though perhaps she is just flat out lying to herself at this point.
“This investigation would be made a lot more smooth with werewolf hearing,” Wednesday grumbles as she holds up the trinket Agnes had brought back to research. It was a cassette tape that emitted a high pitched frequency, one that neither Agnes nor herself could hear.
Agnes raises an eyebrow, a small smirk coming to her lips that she attempts to bite down to avoid the goth’s wrath. “If you wanted Enid to join us, you could’ve just asked her.”
Wednesday clenches her jaw. “I had every intention to tonight, but I didn’t realize she would be…otherwise occupied.”
Thing and Agnes share a glance at the obvious jealousy rolling off the seer. “The date with Hunter was somewhat last minute,” Agnes tries to say helpfully.
“Hunter.” Wednesday all but spits out the name. “I don’t recall a student here by that name.”
Agnes laughs, “Of course not. He only sits right in front of you in botany.”
The goth’s nose twitches ever so slightly. “He’s the one Enid is…courting? He’s as interesting as that Tic Tac Toe-”
“Tik Tok” Agnes says automatically.
“-mobile device thing.” Which in Wednesday language means as dull as a doorknob.
Agnes doesn’t disagree with the statement, but she does love to needle. She is the third musketeer after all. “I think he’s cute.”
“If you’re just here to indulge in juvenile interests, I suggest you depart this room.” Wednesday snaps.
Agnes smartly puts her head down and begins going back through their investigation notes. She chooses not to point out that asking for details about Enid’s date certainly fell under the same category of juvenile interests.
Only minutes later the door to the room clatters open as Enid waltzes back in with a sigh, throwing her stuff lazily on the bed.
Wednesday feels annoyance in her veins, yet can’t help but let her eyes wander over to her magnetic roommate. “You’re back.”
Enid glances at her and nods. “I am.”
The goth inhales slightly, “Do I need my nailgun?”
The blonde laughs a bit. She had been so frustrated on her walk back to the dorm due to the failed date. Yet now with a single question, Wednesday had melted that away. Despite being veiled in violence, it was clearly the seer’s way of asking if things had gone alright. The thrill in her stomach that roared its head anytime Wednesday actually showed she cared is shoved down as quickly as it comes.
“No.” Enid glances at Agnes. “But I definitely won’t be going on a second date with Hunter. The guy is as boring as watching paint dry.” When Enid looks back at Wednesday, she swears she almost sees a hint of satisfaction in the goth’s eyes, but it’s gone so fast she thinks she imagined it.
Agnes nods, biting back a sneaky smile. “Noted. We’ll move to the next person on the list then. Sebastian Flores.”
“Uh right,” Enid mumbles, not really listening. She’s too focused on how tense Wednesday has suddenly become at Agnes’ words. “Wednesday, are you alright?
The goth bites her cheek and curses at how well Enid has learned to read her. It was so much easier when no one understood her. “I’m fine, just concentrating.” She picks up the cassette player that was playing the tape earlier. “Listen to this and tell us what it’s saying. It’s too high of a frequency for regular ears.”
Wednesday throws the device a bit harder than she means to, her pent up annoyance at Agnes and the situation coming out involuntarily. It’s only because of Enid’s werewolf reflexes that she catches the cassette player before it smacks her in the face. She makes it look easy too, and it’s all Wednesday can do to keep her admiration off her face. Werewolves had never interested Wednesday before Enid, yet now she can’t help but think they’re one of the most magnificent creatures to ever exist.
“Oh, okay.” Enid plays the tape and walks over to Wednesday’s desk to join the team in the investigation. Hunter Hughes isn’t mentioned ever again.
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While Hunter may not have ever been mentioned again, Sebastian sure was. Granted, it had only been perhaps three times at most, and yet Wednesday couldn’t help but feel he was all anyone talked about. She grits her teeth as Agnes helps her roommate prepare for yet another courtship ritual.
“I know Sebastian’s a werewolf too,” Enid says, “But I really don’t know much about him.”
Wednesday’s suspicion peaks at that. She had seen what had happened with the last werewolf Enid dated and wasn’t anxious to see a repeat. She abruptly stands up, causing the others to look at her in confusion. “I have something I must see to.”
With that, Wednesday exits. Enid forces down her disappointment. Why does she always feel disappointed when Wednesday trapses off to god knows where? She should be used to it by now.
Agnes just shrugs and resumes the previous conversation about Sebastian, “He just transferred this semester from Indiana, maybe you can talk about that?”
Enid frowns, “Right, because I know so much about Indiana.”
“Well you guys are both werewolves. You must have some things in common?”
The blonde sighs, “I suppose. I guess it’s better to date someone you have things in common with.” She glances over at the side of the room that housed the girl she had the least in common with.
“Why do you say that?” Agnes asks.
Enid startles out of her thoughts. “What do you mean?”
“Why do you say it’s better to date someone you have things in common with?”
“Oh, uh. I don’t know. I guess just because they’ll be able to understand you better?”
Agnes wants to shake her friend until sense knocked her on the head, but if there’s one thing she learned from Wednesday Addams, it’s how to play the long game. Though at this rate, she felt she’d grow old before any of her efforts panned out on this front. She tries to be a bit more direct. “I’m not sure having things in common really means a person will understand you. Nor that a person won’t understand you if you don’t have things in common. They aren’t completely tied together.”
Enid bites her lip at that, looking over at the split window where the light of dusk filters in. Color and grey clashing together in a well that felt meant to be. She knows Agnes is right. She and Wednesday hardly had anything in common, and yet she’s never felt more understood by someone. Still, Enid would be damned if she was going to tell the 14 year old she was right. Okay, so maybe her and Wednesday did have at least one commonality: stubbornness.
“Why are you looking at the window?” Agnes asks knowingly.
Enid quickly looks away. “No reason.”
“I mean the window does have good contrast but still works-”
“I said no reason!” The werewolf bites. She didn’t want to go down that road. Especially not with Agnes.
The redhead holds up her hands in surrender.
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The fact that Sebastian chose for the date to be on the quad should’ve been the first red flag for Enid. Nevermore and Jerico had an abundance of more interesting places than this for a first date, but here they were. The second red flag should have been that Sebastian’s pack remained in visible distance, as if they were there studying the date. She would’ve run for the hills had she not been so thrown off by Sebastian’s immediate brusqueness.
“Sinclair, you’re late.”
“Oh, uh, sorry. I was talking to a friend.” She glances at her watch. She had only been 3 minutes late. Even Wednesday, for all her need to be punctual, didn’t chastise her for that small of a waiting period.
“It’s fine,” Sebastian says curtly. “I should’ve expected that from you anyway.”
“Excuse me?” Enid’s voice rises dangerously. In a past life, perhaps she would’ve been timid in this situation, but one doesn’t survive as Wednesday Addams’ best friend by being timid.
The boy werewolf shrugs as if he hadn’t completely offended his date with the first three sentences out of his mouth. “My mother is Dr. Patel. Didn’t change her name to my dad’s. So let’s just say, I know your story Sinclair. I know you’re usually late.”
Enid flounders at that. Dr. Patel was the lupine doctor her mother had wanted to send her to all those years ago before she could wolf out. Apparently doctor-patient confidentiality wasn’t a thing with Dr. Patel considering her son was now throwing her past insecurities in her face.
“I don’t…that’s not…” Enid stutters as she hears snickering behind her. She turns to see Sebastian’s pack as the culprit. She bites down the sudden embarrassment and anger that rises to the surface. This was all a setup by Sebastian to humiliate her. “W-what was the point of this?”
The boy shrugs with a grin, “My dad thinks late bloomers like you are a disgrace to werewolves. Nevermind the fact that you’re an alpha, and that makes you even more of a freak. I heard you even almost got stuck as a full-time wolf last year.”
Tears threaten to fall as Enid’s claws extend automatically. Sebastian chuckles, “Oh is the little alpha going to wolf out? Maybe this time it will be permanent.”
She’s about to. She’s seconds away from it actually, when she’s distracted by screams behind her. She whips around.
Sebastian’s entire pack lies on the ground groaning, many holding dislocated arms or legs. Enid’s eyes widen, searching for the unseen attacker. She finds no one, but she can’t help but feel deep in her bones she already knows who it is.
Sebastian is on his feet, looking around frantically. “What the hell? Who’s there?”
“Your worst nightmare.” The voice comes from behind Sebastian’s back and sends a shiver down Enid’s spine. The boy whips around and his eyes widen as he sees Wednesday Addams seething at him in rage.
Sebastian doesn’t even have time to utter another dumb word before Wednesday has him pinned face down to the picnic table, an arm yanked hard behind his back. The boy screams in pain but Wednesday only looks more manic.
“Listen very closely if you value your life at all. You and your pack will never speak to Enid again. If I see you, if I hear you, if I even so much as sense you a mile away, no one in all of Nevermore or Jericho will ever see you again. Am I clear?”
Enid’s eyes are wide as she watches the scene unfold before her. She feels like she should step in, though she can’t bring herself to feel much sympathy for the boy. Especially when the main thing she was feeling felt a lot like something she was trying to push down forever as she stared at her frightening roommate.
The boy just wheezes pathetically and in a flash Wednesday pulls something from behind her back and slams it into the boy’s hand on the table. He howls like the baby werewolf that he is.
“Wednesday!” Enid cries, jaw dropping even more as she realizes what device the seer was holding. Her roommate had literally nailgunned Sebastian’s hand to the table. Apparently she hadn’t been kidding with those threats. A disturbing part of Enid finds it all sort of endearing, if not horrifying.
Wednesday pays Enid no mind, “I said. Am. I. Clear?”
“Yes!” Sebastian cries, still whining and struggling. “Just let me go!”
With an angry grunt, Wednesday releases the hold she has on Sebastian and yanks the nail out of his hand. The boy screams bloody murder.
“Enough of the prepubescent whining,” Wednesday mutters. “These are child nails. No bigger than a staple. Because you are a child.”
Sebastian stands up and scrambles away, “And you are psychotic! Both of you!”
Wednesday growls and holds up the nailgun. “I can bring out the industrial nails if you’d prefer.”
The pitiful werewolf shakes his head and scurries off with the rest of the pack. All licking their wounds.
“Wednesday?”
The seer turns toward the voice, and Enid almost stumbles back with whiplash at how quickly the goth’s face went from cold stone hatred to genuine concern. She gets even more whiplash from the fact that it's concern over her.
“Enid,” Wednesday lays the nailgun down carefully, as if she hadn’t just threatened a werewolf’s soul from his body with it. “I apologize I did not get here sooner before he said such disgusting comments. I had my suspicions of who he was earlier, but by the time I had finished my research on it, I was too late.”
“Wends,” Enid feels overcome with emotion. She itches to reach out and grab the goth’s hands, but refrains. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”
Wednesday bristles at that, “Of course I did. Those wolves have no honor, and Addams do not tolerate such behavior. Especially toward their…friends. You did not, and will never, deserve to hear such slander against you Enid.”
The alpha werewolf is caught up in the words that wrap around her heart and squeeze out the feelings she had tried so hard to keep at bay. She takes note of the still somewhat wild, yet soft look in her roommate’s eyes. The blood on her uniform. Her unkempt bangs.
Enid had never wanted to kiss someone so bad in her entire life.
That was normal right? Best friends wanted to kiss each other right? Especially after said best friend has just waltzed in and saved them like a knight in shining armor? God Enid was so screwed. Wednesday was just now accepting using the term “friend” to describe her, and she was halfway to the altar with the goth in her head.
“Wends I-” Enid inhales sharply, shoving down her emotion. “I can’t believe you actually nailgunned him.”
The seer raises an eyebrow. “Did I not tell you I would if anyone hurt you?”
Enid flushes a bit at the bluntness, “Well yes, but I didn’t think you’d actually go through with it!”
Wednesday frowns slightly at that, just realizing that perhaps her act of violence was not well received by her extraordinarily kindhearted roommate. “Was it…not to your liking?”
Enid has no idea how to answer that. On the one hand, she doesn’t feel like she should ever condone violence. Yet on the other hand, she feels it’s a bit hypocritical of her to say that because if anyone treated Wednesday like that she’d have her claws in them before they saw the next light of day. And on the third hand, Wednesday beating up an entire pack of werewolves with just her fists and a nailgun for her was definitively the hottest thing Enid had ever witnessed. Not that she could ever say that.
“No! I mean. They definitely deserved it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
The seer nods slowly, then picks up her nailgun. “Come, I’ve had Thing set up your favorite movie in the room. I hope it makes up for your less than optimal evening so far.”
Enid’s stomach somersaults for the millionth time that night. Yeah, she’s definitely screwed.
“That sounds great,” the blonde says with a smile.
They walk in silence up to the room. Yet as they’re about to enter, Wednesday pauses at the door. She glances slightly at the werewolf and Enid notices how uncomfortable the seer suddenly looks. She opens her mouth to ask what is wrong but is cut off.
“Enid. I hope you know that everything that dishonorable wolf said to you tonight is…the furthest from the truth one could possibly get.”
Enid melts at that. Surely that had to be the softest thing Wednesday has said to anyone her entire life. She reaches out for the seer’s hand, unable to resist herself this time. She’s happy that Wednesday lets her take it.
She moves her head to catch Wednesday’s shy gaze. “I know Wednesday. I know my worth. You taught me that. That’s why you’re my pack.”
The goth’s eyes widen ever so slightly, and Enid has deja vu, flashing back to the first time she said those words. Just like back then, she finds herself wondering what her roommate is feeling. The look on Wednesday’s face was so hard to discern, at least in the way she wanted. Did the seer even truly understand what the werewolf was saying at all? She desperately searches for a sign that her roommate does understand, but can't seem to find it.
As for Wednesday, she thinks she can’t be more obvious with how she’s currently feeling. Every time Enid called her her pack, she feels like her face becomes an open book of emotion. A love letter in the form of wide eyes and unsteady breaths.
Yet as Enid looks back and studies her, Wednesday can’t help but feel like Enid is looking for something in Wednesday that she doesn’t find because the blonde’s face falls ever so slightly. The goth doesn’t understand it. Or maybe she does and doesn’t want to face it. Perhaps Enid was not looking for Wednesday’s undying love. Or perhaps she had seen it and been completely scared away. She couldn’t blame the werewolf. Why would the sun fall for the moon?
At that thought, the goth pulls her hand away and clears her throat. “Noted.”
She pushes open the door and misses the crestfallen look on her roommates face behind her.