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Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace.

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go.

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for a living.

And the child born on the Sabbath day

Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

Winter can be a lonely thing, when all you have is thoughts of a girl, and a few squirrels to experiment on. Wednesday had since realised her own growing affection for her roommate. Of course she came to this realisation after a talk with her mother, her father, and a twenty-four hour brainstorming session in the family mausoleum. That had been a month ago.

When Enid Sinclair offered to house Wednesday for a portion of the forced break from regular schooling (per a few murders and a necromatic ritual last term), she was almost overcome with a need to accept the offer. She held herself back, put her inner turmoil away to be studied later, and offered a noncommittal hum. Now, not having accepted Enid’s offer, nor acquiring the girl’s phone number, Wednesday found herself on the precipice of anxiety. This was an emotion Wednesday had only felt one other time. Unfortunately for Wednesday’s ever devolving emotional blockades, both accounts were at the feet of Enid. She has a vice grip on Wednesday’s cold dead heart, now not so dead, and is not even aware of this fact.

With their return to Nevermore just tomorrow, Wednesday still doesn’t feel ready to untangle the mess that was having feelings for someone, for the first time, and sharing a space with them. If this were another murder investigation, she wouldn’t have nearly as much trouble.

Perhaps sleeping on it will provide more insight, though she doubts it will. Waking up to thoughts of her lycan friend was a common occurrence these days. Thoughts that would only aggravate the snake squeezing at her insides. It would have to be content with it’s failure to constrict her intestines, as she planned to live long enough to at least to figure out who her stalker was.

Wednesday only hopes she isn’t going to put Enid in danger with this new intrigue, unlike her last investigation. Though Wednesday was loath to admit it, Enid’s new scars brought something out in her she didn’t think possible. Admiration, pride, adoration, these words spring to mind when Wednesday thinks of her roommate’s marred features. These words are of course locked away, never to see the light of day, as soon as she thinks them. Though Wednesday is still impressed with Enid’s interference. For a girl who had never transformed, fainted at the sight of blood, and avoided anything remotely gruesome, she could fight well. Well enough, at least.

Wednesday wasn’t fond of the idea of becoming like her insufferable parents, what with their many unfounded displays of affection. She supposes she can see the appeal now that Enid has firmly attached herself to Wednesday’s hip. The girl can be too much sometimes, and as Wednesday got ready for bed, she decided that no matter how big, how gaudy, how mortifying, Wednesday would acquiesce to Enid’s every wish.

Perhaps Hypnos would have advice for her with her predicament.

He did not, in fact, have any useful advice. Wednesday’s dreams were as death filled as they always were. Even Enid did not appear in her dreams last night, which was most peculiar. Dreams of blonde hair, rainbow coloured claws, and the scent of belladonna, are usually featured in her pseudo nightmares. 

Enid smells of vanilla, of berries and redwood. Of course belladonna was the first thing to come to mind when Wednesday walked into their shared room that first day. Enid is impossible to avoid, even in one's own mind. She wonders if Ajax notices half the things she does about Enid Sinclair. Probably not, considering his lack of observational skills.

The car ride to Nevermore provides her with enough time to carve out a plan of action.

Enid was Wednesday’s person. When an Addams falls in love, they do not just fall. It could never be so simple. Love for an Addams meant days and nights with nothing but your other half for a muse. Torment befalls any that is forced to go without them. Why, great-great grandmother Slice went half mad when her love almost died. The pain that shot through Wednesday’s entire body at seeing Enid in danger last term, was enough to convince her of her own affections.

Wednesday is torn from her musings by her father’s questioning. “Why do you look so glum, my little scorpion? I thought you had come to tolerate Nevermore?” Besides his rude interruption of her plan making, her father is right. Tolerating the tortures of teenage angst was certainly a big step for Wednesday. Helped somewhat by her assigned roommate. Surely if it were anyone else she would have driven them out immediately. That, or they would be at the bottom of the lake surrounding the (now empty) Crackstone crypt.

“Enid.” One word is all her father needs to understand his daughter’s plight.

“Ah, my little death trap. I remember when I was courting your mother. The same methods I used might not work with Miss Sinclair.” Wednesday’s noncommittal hum spurs him to continue. “Perhaps a colourful arrangement?"

“Your knowledge on the language of flowers could finally be put to some use.” Her mother cuts in.

“Perhaps.” Short sentences have always been Wednesday’s preferred method of communication. After all, why say more than necessary. It wastes the time of everyone involved. “Thank you for your suggestions. We are here.”

Passing through the gates of Nevermore gave Wednesday a touch of nostalgia, though only a touch. Just because she has feelings now does not mean she is going off the deep end. 

Wednesday’s thoughts are interrupted by locks of blonde in her line of sight, and a stammering in her chest. Now, love is a strong word but for an Addams love is everything. Nevermore brought her closer to Enid. Nevermore brought Wednesday closer to her love. As her father had once said, “Nevermore, I love you so.” 

Wednesday may be a child of woe, but she was born on a Friday.

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“Wednesday!” Shouts Enid Sinclair. Before the car has even stopped rolling, Wednesday has opened the door. Enid is there in seconds, holding her arms out. Wednesday sighs, almost inaudibly, but acquiesces none the less.

“Hello, Sinclair.” Wednesday’s greeting is muffled by Enid’s shoulder, and it is during this brief unreciprocated hug, that the Addams realises just how tall Enid has grown. “You’re taller.”

“Wolf thing. C’mon I wanna decorate our room!” So it was a result of Enid ‘wolfing out’ for the first time. Perhaps Enid would allow her to run some experiments? There she goes again, being disgustingly soft. What happened to the Wednesday that wouldn’t ask? That would simply experiment on a person while they slumbered?

Before Enid can drag them off to their shared room, Morticia calls out to them. “You must be Enid?”

“Awh Willa. You told your parents about me?” Dammit. Insufferable witch. Her mother poking her nose in, once again.

“I told them of my exploits, my success in destroying Crackstone. You may have come up.” In truth Wednesday practically couldn’t stop telling her parents about Enid. Over the break, they had two whole conversations about the girl.

Gomez comes stumbling over from the car, as much as an Addams can stumble, “You must be Enid! Thank you lobo fuerte, for saving our storm cloud. Your prowess on the battlefield amazes!”

His obvious excitement brings a smile to Morticia’s pallid cheeks and dark lips. “Mon cher, would she not make a fine Addams?”

A simple, “Thanks?” is all Enid can get out before Wednesday is in front of her, trying to stare her parents into an early grave.

“I will see you both on parents day. Have Lurch bring my luggage to our room. Goodbye.” Wednesday’s show of emotion brings both her parents to embrace, marvelling at the effect the young werewolf has on their daughter.

“We love you too Wednesday. Have fun.”

“Doubtful.” Wednesday lets out as she drags Enid by the wrist to their dorm.

Wednesday is not used to touching. 

She secretly wishes for it. Though she would rather defenestrate herself than admit such weakness. Wednesday is therefore shocked, only inwardly, when upon walking to their first class, Enid asks to hold her hand. She refuses of course. Letting herself grow accustomed to physical contact would be foolish, and Wednesday Addams is no fool.

Wednesday sits in her assigned seat, though being back in the greenhouse is stirring unpleasant instinctive reactions. Wednesday is aware of her humanity, and is quite honestly disgusted with the idea that she could stoop so low as to have any type of trauma . Her encounter with Laurel Gates has put her on edge. Even Wednesday Addams cannot escape PTSD. Enid seems to take notice of the slight twitch of her eyebrows, and walks to her shared desk. Xavier has earbuds in, and is too busy drawing to see their upcoming interaction. Good.

“Wednesday? Do you need me to get your headphones?” The fact that Enid is capable of reading her in enough of a capacity to tell when Wednesday is overwhelmed makes her feel seen. Which is of course overwhelming in and of itself.

Enid had seen the noise cancelling headphones on Wednesday’s head once, and immediately knew what they were. Since that moment, Enid Sinclair had been wary of Wednesday around any sort of overstimulating environments. Even going so far as to buy her own pair of noise cancelling headphones, which were immediately covered in atrocious plastic gems, just in case Wednesday ever lost her own. Enid had since found more use for them than just as an unneeded spare. The fact that she knew what they were and yet owned none previously, was very clearly another of her parents shortcomings.

“No.” Before she could stop herself, Wednesday let slip “Thank you.”

Enid, now increasingly concerned, went back to sit in her own chair. Knowing Wednesday, she knew she wouldn’t get anymore from the girl than this affirmation. Knowing Wednesday, she pulled out her own headphones and placed them on her desk. Just in case.

“Hello class. My name is Nikolaos Dagon, I am your new carnivorous plants expert. I am also versed in floriography, and I am an apothecary. Can anyone tell me what that means?” Perhaps if he were here last term, Weems might still be alive.

“Floriography is the understanding of hidden meanings among flowers.”

“You’re a chemist.”

The group had grown accustomed to Wednesday and Bianca’s back and forth last term. Though, this new ‘teacher’ seemed entertained at their rivalry. “Thank you Bianca, Wednesday.” With a tapping of his index finger to the side of his glasses Mr Dagon continues, “Our lesson for today has been cancelled. Your principal wanted this specific class to be introduced to me first, considering your shared history with the last carnivorous plants teacher. Now, let us make our way to the courtyard with the rest of the students.”

Unnerved at this sudden change in her schedule, and how this new teacher knew her by name, Wednesday got up with the rest of her class. She then made sure to be the last out the door. As Enid approached, Wednesday knew she would have to appeal to the werewolf’s gregarious nature to get what she wanted. ”Enid, save us some seats. I will not be long.”

“Okay!” Enid said, knowing Wednesday was likely to be interrogating Mr Dagon and (hopefully) not getting into more trouble. “I’ll find us a spot at the back.” Enid knows how Wednesday likes to have an eye on all the exits. Easier to storm off, Enid muses. Enid thinks Wednesday looks like a grumpy cat when she’s frustrated. Not angry, because Wednesday doesn’t show emotions as big as anger. Enid also often wonders if Wednesday would look like a cat if she picked her up under the arms. Which of course she would never do, as she values her life.

Once Enid has left, Wednesday approaches the newest teacher at his desk. He seems to be packing up what little he had on said desk. That is to say, a few pens, pencils, and a sketchbook with a drawing of a Hyde on the open page. Mr Dagon snatches up his curious drawing pad before Wednesday can get a better look. “Curious little creature aren’t you Miss Addams? I heard all about your exploits last term. While I can appreciate a thirst for knowledge, and love of a good mystery, I request that you ask any questions you have for me forthright.”

“Why do you have a drawing of a Hyde in your sketchbook?”

“I never said I would answer. Let us be off, Miss Addams. We have somewhere to be.”

Clever. If Mr Dagon were not being so suspicious, Wednesday might have come to tolerate his presence.

Wednesday walked alongside Mr Dagon until they reached the courtyard. She stood next to Enid, who had been eagerly waving her over. Mr Dagon however, took to the small stage nearest the entrance to the Principal's office. Wednesday could not remember seeing it on her way to class that morning.

“Hello Nevermore. I am Nikolaos Dagon.” Rumours ripple from one student to the next. “I am your new local flora and fauna expert. I will be teaching carnivorous plants once the greenhouse has been properly refurbished. Now that introductions are over, let's give a warm welcome back to your principal.” Muffled confusion seeps through the crowd.

The echoes of a cane on stone slabs turn each student to the doorway. Stark white hair and two inch heels make their way on stage. Larissa Weems smiles at the crowd.

Mr Dagon leans into the podium, “Welcome back, principal Weems.”

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Enid Sinclair wishes she were an Addams. When she sees them together, she can think only of the lack of love she sees in her mother’s eyes. She looks at Gomez Addams, with nothing but love in his. She looks at Morticia Addams, who shows her love with gifts, with protection. Enid had spotted the new necklace around Wednesday’s neck the moment she stepped out of that car.

Enid wishes she were an Addams.

“Don’t eat that, it’s for later.” She skips lunch. “What have I told you about eating anyway, not enough red meat.” Too much of anything else.

“Can I go out later? Yoko wanted to hang out before school starts up again and-”

“You’re so selfish Enid, you know I need help around the house today. Your brother’s aren’t going to feed themselves.” Enid spent the remainder of that day cleaning, washing up, and preparing meals. She never saw Yoko over break.

A car door slams, and Enid startles. Loud noises and sensitive ears don’t mix.

When Wednesday asks Enid to save her a spot, she knows that the only reason Wednesday will still make it to the announcement is because Mr Dagon is so heavily involved. If he weren’t, and he was not planning on attending, Enid is fully aware that Wednesday would have left her to go look into some new mystery. Wednesday isn’t very good with emotions, how could Enid expect her to be good with ones she herself was intentionally hiding?

Enid wishes Wednesday would see her. She wishes her mother weren’t so awful. She wishes she didn’t feel like a disappointment just by existing. Enid wishes for a lot of things.

Wednesday was Enid’s only comfort, never did she have to guess with the girl. She always said what she meant, always told you the truth. Secrets and lies and manipulation was the way of things in the Sinclair household. Wednesday a breath of fresh air. Wednesday was oxygen. Necessary to Enid’s survival.

When the pair make it back to their room, having both said nothing on the way up, Wednesday immediately makes a new murder board. This one however, seems to have text messages instead of body parts. “Why do you have a new creepy board Wednesday?” Enid says from her bed, sitting on her hands. Her mother always found her fidgeting annoying.

“Since you had proven yourself capable last term.” Enid beams at the compliment. “I have a stalker.”

“Have you told anyone?” A ridiculous question, she realises, Wednesday would keep this to herself.

“Of course not. I am only giving this stalker the time of day because they have threatened my life.” At this Enid bristles. She would claw the eyes out of anyone who tried to hurt Wednesday.

Enid gets up and walks over to the board. “What have they said?”

Wednesday says nothing. She moves to the right a tad to allow room for Enid to stand beside her, an equal.

They spend some time there, working out possible outliers. After an hour of deliberating, Enid demands a break. So, after careful consideration from both parties, they head into Jericho to find somewhere other than the Weathervane to settle in for a hangout.

Enid spends the entire time staring at Wednesday. The way she talks about her favourite fifteen different ways to kill a man should not be as endearing as Enid finds it. Perhaps it is her stature, Enid muses. Though she knows Wednesday is a force to be reckoned with. She adores her all the more. 

It is a wonder Enid hasn’t noticed Wednesday’s feelings for her yet. She allows Enid opportunities and disregards disagreeable behaviour where she would not for literally everyone else. She is truly sickeningly in love. Wednesday doesn’t think herself above others, Enid knows this. Wednesday does, however, think that people are not worth her time unless they can prove otherwise. Wednesday doesn’t like people. Wednesday does like Enid. Perhaps then, it should be considered, the status of Enid’s person-hood. For is she truly an anonymity, or something else entirely.

Wednesday does not think herself deserving of Enid Sinclair. 

Enid Sinclair does not think herself deserving.

Wednesday thinks Enid deserves everything.

Enid dates Ajax. He’s nice, and he’s awkward. He isn’t particularly emotionally intelligent, but he’s a nice boy. He’s a boy. Enid ignores the way her claws come out when she kisses him.

Enid thinks Ajax deserves better.

Ajax isn’t as emotionally stunted as he seems.

Ajax Petropolus sees the way his girlfriend looks at Wednesday. He sees how she becomes less of a sun, and more of a supernova. Wednesday seems more of a black hole. She takes in every ounce of Enid’s light, and cherishes it. As if she could blink and Enid would be gone. If she ever actually blinked.

He knows his position in this situation, this triangle that’s really more of a pair with a temporary tag along. 

Ajax conspires with Yoko and Divina.

They tell him to hold out a little longer. They tell him that when Enid figures it out, she will need someone to lean on. He sees their joined hands, and thinks they must know what they’re talking about. He aims for a week. If Enid is still in denial by then, he’ll break up with her. Who knows, maybe a breakup would help her figure it out. He just hopes Wednesday doesn’t kill him first.

Ajax doesn’t really think he should tell Xavier, or the other Nightshades. Xavier is still trailing after Wednesday like a damsel in an obviously male written novel. He is his best friend, but he isn’t entirely sure how he would react to his involvement. Ajax is still on the fence about even being Enid’s boyfriend, when clearly everyone but Enid knows she is in love with Wednesday. He doesn’t know if Wednesday knows, but he isn’t willing to risk asking. Wednesday knows everything, or at least makes it seem like she does. Wednesday scares Ajax.

Divina and Yoko think everyone needs to get their shit together.