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Agnes has two options
1. Grow old watching her friends dance around each other
2. Risk her life (and everyone else's) in an elaborate scheme to get them togetherGuess which one she chooses
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- Part 17 of Roommates of Ophelia Hall
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"Who'd you pick instead?"
"Oh." Enid reached for her water glass, took a sip, and set it back down with a little flourish, because this was, genuinely, one of the more satisfying reveals of her life. "Wednesday."
Yoko did not move.
For a second Enid thought maybe she'd mumbled it, or maybe the dining hall noise had swallowed it, so she leaned forward and clarified, "Wednesday. Addams. My roommate."
"Enid."
"What?"
"This is worse."
"How is it worse."
"It's a million times worse. For you. For her. And for me, because I have to watch it."Or,
Enid fake dates Wednesday to get back at Bruno and gets the rudest awakening of her little comphet life. -
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A glimpse into Enid's life at Nevermore before Wednesday transferred there. Please check the tags before reading; heavy themes are present. Heavy angst, but there will be a happy ending!
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16 Apr 2026
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there's just one who could make me stay by YoCactus
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Two months into her first semester, Enid is slowly getting into the groove of things at Nevermore University. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself while trying not to cry, as she drowns in assignments and late night study sessions.
Until one night, when she encounters something in the library, that draws her mind away from anything academia related. Or should she say - someone? While Enid has absolutely no idea who she is, one thing is obvious - she must be a ghost. There is no other explanation for it.
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Her gaze landed and held. Dark eyes met blue across sixty feet of crowd and candlelight, and her chest locked—a sudden, airless stillness behind her ribs, as if her body had forgotten what came next.
Enid couldn't have said what she saw in that face. Nothing moved; nothing softened or sharpened or changed. But she felt seen in a way that made her skin prickle, as if the girl in black had read something written on Enid's body that Enid herself hadn't known was there.
[Or, in April 1912, Enid Sinclair, a girl trapped in a life chosen for her by her mother, and Wednesday Addams, the heir to the most powerful family in America, cross paths at a gala in Southampton.]