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Wednesday Addams did not particularly enjoy her new roommate. In fact, if she had to guess, she would say the feeling is mutual. However, it had been a week since they had been forced into cohabitation and neither of them was dead yet, so that was something.
A shocking something, actually. The first day they had met, Wednesday had been certain that their arrangement would be intolerable. After all, Enid was a colorful, sunny, actually kind of bitchy popular girl, and Wednesday was.
Well.
She was Wednesday Addams.
Enid was so bright that she was often physically painful to look at, loud, cheerful, emotional, bitchy (as previously mentioned), and seemingly hellbent on being the most irritating person in the school. However, she was popular, so clearly she was failing at that last goal. Somehow. Admittedly, Wednesday supposed she couldn't really judge on the whole "bitchy" thing. She herself could be rather bitchy (a more comprehensive list of things she had been described as would be "murderous", "psychopathic", "insane", "violent", "dark", "completely and utterly intolerable", and "a future serial killer", just to name a few). However, she was at least witty. As far as she could tell, Enid simply... wasn't. Perhaps she harbored some hidden wits under her lesbian-flag sweater and colored hair. Or, perhaps not. Most likely not, actually.
During the first few days, she and Enid had been near constantly at odds. Enid commented "nicely" on Wednesday's appearance, Wednesday threatened to tie her up and toss her in the lake. Wednesday removed the color from her half of the room, Enid bitched about Wednesday on her blog. Enid blasted K-pop for hours, Wednesday "accidentally" let a few (possibly venomous) spiders scuttle over to her side of the room. Et cetera. It had calmed down a bit over the week, but they were definitely not friends. Occasionally friendly; they had exchanged about two normal conversations, Enid had helped Wednesday hang up some wall art (though she hadn't much liked the framed spider) because goddamnit, Wednesday was short, and Wednesday had repaired a hole in one of Enid's skirts (even though it was garish and rather horrifying). Usually, these interactions ended up going dark by the end, but Wednesday supposed they were tolerable enough while they lasted. Mostly, however, they sniped at each other and toyed with the idea of murder (Wednesday) and a room exchange (Enid).
And yet, despite everything, she didn't despise Enid. Not that she liked Enid in any way, shape, or form. She was still somewhat tempted to stab her in her sleep and feed her body to the other werewolves on campus (unethical? yes. a good way to dispose of a body? also yes.). But, by some supernatural force yet unknown to Wednesday, that urge was sitting at a "somewhat".
The doorknob rattled, snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts. Speak of the devil, and she will appear. Wednesday winced as Enid came into sight. Apparently, the devil wears florals.
"Afternoon, Wednesday. Murdered anyone yet today?"
"Not yet, but there are still a few hours left in the day and I don't have plans for this evening." She raised a brow. "How about you? Blinded anyone yet today?"
Enid shrugged off her backpack, rummaging through it while plopping down in her chair and turning to face Wednesday. "Not so far, and can't say I'm planning to either."
"A shame really, you would be doing whichever student you blind a bit of a favor." Enid found whatever she was looking for in her bag and threw it at Wednesday, who proceeded to catch it and quirk a brow. "Was that your attempt at a murder? If it was, that was weak, even for you."
The other girl rolled her eyes. "Don't be dramatic-"
"Says the drama queen."
"You released VENOMOUS SPIDERS onto my side of the room."
"Firstly, they escaped. Secondly, they wouldn't have killed you. They would have only made you moderately ill, and maybe not even that, if they somehow managed to bite you."
"There was a TARANTULA!"
"Tarantulas are barely venomous at all. They're more of a skin irritant if anything. I would worry more about the black widow."
"There was a BLACK WIDOW?"
There had not, in fact, been a black widow within that mix. However, Enid didn't need to know that.
Wednesday smirked. Enid paled slightly before regaining her (tenuous) composure. "Fuck you."
"You wish."
The slightest hint of a blush appeared on Enid's cheeks before quickly fading away. Wednesday filed this particular weakness away in her brain. "Anyways, as I was originally saying before I got interrupted, don't be dramatic. That was a cafeteria muffin."
Wednesday looked at the object in her hand and found that it was, in fact, a prepackaged cafeteria muffin. A chocolate muffin, actually. Her favorite. Did Enid know that?
"You haven't eaten since breakfast, and that was-" Enid checked her (pink, obviously) watch. "Roughly 9 hours ago. And I feel like keeping my throat intact today, thank you very much, so I swiped you something."
Wednesday stared at the muffin. Before Wednesday could even say a "thank you", Enid rolled her eyes and turned away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to do my homework. Unlike someone, I care about my status at this school." She then proceeded to open her laptop and begin clacking away. And the K-pop, the goddamn K-pop, began to blast. Talk about a moment-ruiner.
Wednesday rolled her eyes and relocated herself and the muffin to her bed (since she was, in fact, hungry). Letting her thoughts wander, she huffed out a sigh. She supposed that was among the least hostile interactions she had had with Enid. Perhaps it was a sign of things to come.
Glancing over at her colorful, annoying, K-pop blasting roommate, Wednesday Addams was unsure how that made her feel.