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"You don't truly want to be bad, do you?"

"Bad is a bland word, but perhaps it fits. The answer is no."

She twiddled the quill in her hand messily writing the homework that's due tomorrow. The light dimly shines on her parchment enough for her to see what she's writing.

"Then why is it that you treat her so badly?"

"That is something, you know I can't answer. Because I don't know the answer myself."

One more line was left to be filled in and the other Slytherins passing by had nodded in greeting, they were off to bed.

"Wednesday, you're cruller than you know."

"Then go Eugene, if you're weighed down by my 'cruelty', leave rather than waiting around to be pained by it."

Cruelty is when you cause pain to another. She wasn't a stranger to cruelty, or her tendencies to be. She had more so, always been aware that she had been, especially to one girl.

Enid Sinclair.

She had been going to Hogwarts for two years, and within the first year she gained the friends she didn't exactly want to have, the kind of friends that make you do things you don't want to.

Wednesday found herself to feel more comfortable with being a wretched human being when she was around her so-called friends, she had found a new-found sadism and the concept of Sadism can only last so long before it starts eating at your mortality like a worm at an apple.

The quill scratched harshly off the parchment, the skin starting to feel sore.

"Sometimes I don't even know if you want to be my friend."

"Friends are disposable, Eugene. I don't need anyone."

Snakes normally thrive in solidarity, as they should. A cold-blooded creature ready to strike in its surprise; however, muggles have a certain snake species named the "Garter Snake". They differ from normal snakes, due to one indifference, they cannot survive in Solidarity.

"Is that how you feel is it?"

"I don't need you."

Sometimes people leave because they need to, she always understood why.

A sigh escaped her mouth as she looked at her handwriting, it wasn't as perfect as before and she was sure it was impossible to read. Vlad would just have to deal with the fact she couldn't finish it, it's not like the poor ghost even checked it anyway.

There's a sound of light footsteps.

And then the light tapping of shoes against the marble floor of the Slytherin Common room.

"Weds?" Tyler drowsily rubbed his eyes as he made his way over to the red couch by the fire.

Wednesday didn't answer, she was more focused on the quill that was deprived of ink at that moment, she wasn't bothered to actually refill it.

"What are you doing up?" He asked, he looked in the reflection of the glass casement box full of trophies fixing his hair.

"Making sure a vampire doesn't suck your blood." She replied sarcastically, dropping the parchment on the table. A small eye roll included.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow? About the thing we asked you to do."

How could she forget the marvellous plan to put Enid Sinclair in the hospital wing?

Question being; what was tomorrow?

The Quidditch finals between Hufflepuff and Slytherin, the final showdown between the two houses. This was the first time in years that Slytherin had actually made it to the finals, seeing as the teams previously had no luck.

And typically Slytherin was quite ambitious to win this game.

So the genius plan was for her to hex Enid's broom since she wasn't on the team, nobody in the stands would notice because they're too busy watching.

She wasn't sure secretly how she felt about this. Conflicted almost, which usually she wasn't as conflicted.

"No, not at all. Just um." Wednesday tapped her quill lightly on the parchment, and she couldn't come up with an answer. She wasn't sure why she was up, maybe to deprive herself of sleep to not face another day of this adolescent hellscape.

"Just, what?"

"Have you ever thought about how I feel? Have you ever given it a single thought?"

"Eugene."

He chuckled, bringing himself down onto the couch next to her.

"Thinking."

"No. It just shows how much of a horrible friend you are, not even a friend, just a horrible person in general."

Words are something that even the cold-hearted can leave scars and words well, their only something we say? Why can they mean so much?

She had no clue something like that would mean anything to her in general, but a lot of things about her friendships outside of Tyler and Bianca surprised her.

"Hopefully you can save us tomorrow. You're not having second thoughts are you?" Tyler gave a small smile.

"Enid Sinclair is worth more of my time than you, if you're gonna treat her that way"

"Eugene, I'm—"

Her fist clenched. "I'm not."

"Brilliant, I thought you were and we can't have fhat" Tyler replied as he slicked back his still very messy curly hair.

For most of that night they stayed in silence, eventually Tyler heading off to bed. A small pit in the bottom of her stomach, a feeling she never quite had often.

She was conflicted on what she was going to do. Because this was all stemming from what Eugene had said, which yes he had stated that he'd rather be with Enid, but she couldn't help but feel that tinge, that hint of remorse.

That oh so very small hint of remorse that poisoned her till she was ill.

And this was something that made her confused. She never ever felt this way, not once in her life had she felt this way. Remorseful feelings are pathetic in her eyes, so when she felt them herself she felt pathetic.

But like always she would carry this out, like everything they had done before. They would do it and get away with it and Enid would be left… Well she would be left badly injured.

Something about that didn't sit well with her and why may that be, she didn't know, it made feel weaker than she was before, weaker than the shell she had hardened out.

And after giving up on her homework, she fell to sleep. She hadn't slept very much yesterday either, so this was something she had welcomed with arms like death.

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The next morning however was where she really wanted to go back to sleep.

Potions, which is period 3, she's paired with Bianca who couldn't stop going on about how they were going to crush Hufflepuff. How this was going to be their winning victory.

Ambition however wasn't coming to the table for Wednesday. She had no need to do this since this didn't benefit her anyway, Bianca was genuinely looking for trouble, trouble that was way too out of control if their plan was unfoiled.

"Water," Wednesday ordered in the middle of Bianca's rant, which her friend sighed and passed the water.

"Are you even listening?"

"Yes, I'm just concentrating on this." Wednesday replied, she poured the water into the cauldron, which it started boiling within a few moments.

She had been listening for Bianca for nearly the entire first half of the class. Wednesday was onto the second potion they were supposed to make which at an ordinary level was quite easy, but it would be great if she didn't have someone in her ear.

"Are you sure you'll be able to hex her?"

A frown appeared on Wednesday's face which was quite noticeable. "Yes, I will."

There was silence for a moment and felt uneasy at the fact that Bianca was watching her so closely analysing her every move. She felt as though she was trying to break down the walls that reinforced her toughness, her pride and hatred.

No one would ever see past them and that was quite literally the point.

But still, she felt vulnerable as Bianca tried to surpass them.

"You're not thinking of backing out are you?" Bianca asked, her eyes piercing her harshly, Wednesday stepping back from her, playing it off by grabbing Scurvy Grass which was where their ingredients were placed.

"No." Wednesday replied, though it did cross her mind of telling Bianca off. Because Thornhill was starting to catch onto what was going on and she was sure that she would protect the all precious Enid Sinclair if she had too, she always had favouritism to the Sinclairs.

This included Aled Sinclair who was a 6th year and a headboy, and what do you guess he is to Enid by the last name. Short conclusion she didn't want to be noticed by him when he was playing.

She was quite aware of this.

"Then why do I get the feeling you want to?"

"Your intuition is wrong Barclay; Lovage please." Bianca passed the ingredient, which Wednesday dropped into the cauldron which the water had turned orange so far. She needed it to be dark red.

"Wednesday, this is serious, we could lose."

And why is it serious? It's only a game. She hadn't interfered with something like a broom before. Brooms were hard because of the anti-buckling charms that most new models had. Enid had a comet broomstick which would make this task even more difficult than it was to begin with.

"I could seriously hurt her, Bianca. I don't care for pathetic sadism. But blatant disregard for how dangerous that is, is something you have to take into account." Wednesday had turned to look at Bianca, stopping her potion-making.

"When have you ever taken injury into account? Bloody hell, it's not some mastermind's plan. She's going to get hurt either way. Stupidity I swear." Bianca chuckled at her quote on quote 'stupidity.'

It made her aware of her lips drying, the way she could physically feel the tightening of the spoon around her hand as she stirred.

"We can do this some other time, when she's not on a broom."

"What's stopping you?" Bianca snapped.

Wednesday scowled. "This is something that is attention worthy, something you haven't thought through. Especially if you get me to do your dirty work; It could get you kicked off the Quidditch team."

Bianca stayed quiet for a moment, eyeing Galpin who had been correcting papers all lesson so he wouldn't be a problem.

"Are you seriously saying no?" She said it almost angrily, but she had tried not to sound angry.

"I'm pointing out it's stupid." Wednesday picked up the next ingredient and started stirring clockwise, she took her gaze away from Bianca focusing on her craft.

"What's so special about doing it now?" Bianca was intrigued, beyond that.

"There's nothing, bloody hell Bianca. I'm trying to be your voice of reason here." Wednesday got a weird look from the people across from them for raising her voice and that was sure to have maybe caught Galpin's attention.

"I don't need reason."

"You obviously do." Wednesday brought the spoon up to her nose to smell the liquid that was deep red, it smelt spicy weirdly enough, which was what she was going for.

"Is Wednesday Addams, turning weak."

"No I'm not—"

"And you're not going to do something about that other boy leaving you because of her? Are you?" She added in a rush to get a reaction

When Wednesday turned and she saw that satisfied smirk, the one that screamed she had caught her attention, not only that but she knew deep down she wanted to do something about that situation, but she couldn't.

She was angry, but she wouldn't waste her anger on some Quidditch Game.

"You need to get her back for what she did, you need to get revenge. That's your best friend gone because of her." Bianca came closer whispering it in Wednesday's ear, and she could feel the shivers going through her body, she was visibly uncomfortable.

But… She wasn't technically wrong either. Which made this feel all the more wrong, because she wasn't. That is what Enid did, or did she?

It was common decency to not do this to someone on a broom. But she did want to bring Enid down for what Eugene had said, buy in a less physical way.

"So?" Bianca whispered.

"I don't…" She found herself stuck between the void of what to do, like if she walked to one side she'd be in a war with the other.

"Come on Wednesday, she's practically taken a piece of your life."

She stared up at Bianca with a defeated sigh. She was right, Enid did take something from her and she probably wouldn't get him back. But— Just make decision, think later.

"Okay." Was the answer she gave only to see Bianca smile and be satisfied, because she hadn't really thought about it much yet.

"I knew you'd come around."

The class continued for some while, Galpin walking around checking the cauldrons making sure that the potion mixtures were all the right colour.

"What even happened with you and the Hufflepuff boy?" Eugene being reduced to the name Hufflepuff Boy is really what rubbed Wednesday the wrong way.

But she kept her calm composure.

"Nothing, just a small disagreement." Wednesday got her empty potion flask and poured the potion in.

"Eugene, I don't want you to go"

"I'm done staying for someone who won't change."

The flask dropped to the floor, the contents spilling.

She found her heart dropping as everyone stared in her direction. Galpin also stopped to stare his demeaning eyes looking at her with that stern gaze, the type of gaze an adult would use when you've done something wrong.

"Reparo. Ms Addams, I'm sure you know your mistake."

An awkward smile lined her lips.

"Very well." Galpin sighed, moving onto his next student.

She could feel her hand still shaking from the very moment she had dropped the glass. She threw her hanging sleeve of her robe over it, to hide it to Bianca who would've preyed on her weakness.

It was so small, that little shake.

But it made her feel so helpless, so breathless.

She didn't know why.

Galpin eventually came to Rowan Laslow, but there's a small yelp at the explosion when he tried showing it off.

"That is what happens when you stir anticlockwise, Mr Laslow! 5 points from Slytherin." Galpin snarled, the class laughing as he looked as though he was embarrassed for his life. Which he would be.

She always felt bad for the boy, she always felt as though he was placed in the wrong house. Especially since his mother is head of Gryffindor, it caused a wave of shock amongst the table at the sorting and he's been looked down upon since.

The Sorting Hat can be cruel, it holds expectations of families it shouldn't hold, it all depends on what a hat says.

Galpin goes to the last cauldron which is Tyler who was Rowan's partner, even though she was sure the potion wasn't right he still awarded average marks.

The class finished up and so everyone again packed up their stuff ready to head to their next class, then the break before the game. The almighty game.

So as Bianca and Tyler waited, she couldn't hide the shake that had so suddenly come on in her hands. The way her thoughts were whizzing at a million miles per hour.

"Good luck you two; Ms Addams a word?" Galpin asked with somewhat of a smile.

"I'll catch up." Wednesday reassured them that Bianca didn't seem to care and Tyler was a bit more confused.

So a moment or so later the classroom was empty. Which left the noise of a quill scratching against the parchment, the echo filling the entire room.

"What's wrong? Am I in trouble again? I promise you, I had nothing—"

"It's funny that you assume you did something." Galpin's gruff voice lightened, he gestured for the seat that was sitting at the side of the table.

"Well I mean my house head is after calling me back so I just assumed." Wednesday replied with a frown, she set her bag down on the floor and sat down in the chair, she examined the parchment he was correcting, it had Pre something on it.

"Bianca Barclay is pretty lenient on something to be interrupting you through my lesson." Galpin rubbed his stubble on his chin, sighing staring down at the papers he was correcting.

"She was only going on about the game." Wednesday assured him, but she was sure he wasn't too convinced.

"I know of her reputation." Galpin licked his tongue to turn the next page of the booklet he was correcting, his gaze nowhere towards her..

"Well reputation is deceiving."

"But quite revealing."

Good point, she would give him that. He stopped correcting for a moment, the quill being put down. He swiped his nose and put his chin on his hands.

His eyes met hers.

"Wednesday you're one of my better students. For you to be entangled in trouble will not look good on Slytherin no matter how much I may dislike Thornhill or Kinbott, even Ms Laslow for example."

There's no possibility that he wasn't listening, he probably knew what was going on. What Bianca had said, but Wednesday was sure he had stayed at his desk for most of the lesson till the end. Unless this was his speculation.

"It's nothing to be worried about."

"You give me a reason to believe it may be." He said with a small frown.

"I promise you, with the utmost certainty that nothing is going on. Bianca is deeply ridden with pride." This was a true fact, she was sure Bianca cared more about her pride than anyone else. Which most Slytherins did, herself included most of the time.

"Hmm." He grumbled.

"Can I go to my history lesson?"

"You may; don't forget, stay out of trouble. I can't do anything in my power to stop it."

"Noted."

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The game left Wednesday nervous than before. It was in maybe 30 minutes and she had to prepare before the game. This stupid buckling off hex might not even work.

Wednesday made her way quickly out of the castle and down to the stands amongst the crowds and crowds of students, across the grounds you could see students from the school everywhere coming to watch.

Even all the teachers were walking down to come watch.

She rushed up the stands amongst all the other people. There's a small smile on her face as she sees Eugene sitting with an empty seat next to him, hoping that maybe it was for her. But it faded once one of Enid's friends sat down.

She walked past and sat amongst the crowd of Slytherins that were screaming into the pitch.

This wasn't a setting she liked to be in usually, seeing as a lot of the time Quidditch is something she didn't take much interest in. Maybe if they had taken her up as Seeker at the start of the year, but Bianca weaselled her way in and she was booted out.

Right now, she would be in the Slytherin Common Room studying while everyone out here screamed their lungs off.

Now the main problem and weak point of this marvellous plan, is that she would need to find a discreet way to hex Enid's broom. She couldn't do it without looking obvious.

Wednesday looked down below and saw the opening within the scaffolding of the stands, there's stairs within.

She'd just need to find her way.

The horns sound and the crowd goes absolutely wild. She's not sure how, but somehow they broke her hearing. She genuinely could not head for maybe a few seconds.

This was her cue.

Wednesday walked down the stairs closer to where the Ravenclaws were sitting, she was then in the scaffolding of the stands themselves, she'd need a good point to use the hex.

And so she would wait.

"Here they are! Badgers get out of here!" The announcer yelled and she was half sure that was Kent Carson, a guy who was in third year commentating.

And there… She is. Enid Sinclair in all her proper glory. She's like a proper quidditch jock than she was given credit for as most of the boys loved that and she was sure all the boys loved her. Even the girls do.

The thing about Sinclair is that she was a Quidditch abnormality, she escaped the rule of having to be a second year to play. Somehow, Thornhill got her on that team in 1st year so she's beloved when Quidditch is in practice for being special in that way.

Aled Sinclair followed as Keeper, his hair dyed a crazy yellow with his usual blue and pink blonde appearance, his wrist braces showing the painted pictures of badgers on them. He whizzed past, throwing the arm of his sister up in the air.

Then Yoko, the girl who had thrown her into a tree before in 1st year came out and twirled her bat like it was the lightest thing on earth.

Divina Carson, the twin of Kent Carson, also comes out with that overbearing and very warm smile. Which is something she always found sickening about Hufflepuffs is how they smiled, how they would smile like they were smiling for the daily prophet.

Something she never did.

"What's happening? Can you hear that? The snakes! Here they are! Look who's on that winning streak of catching that snitch, Bianca Barclay everybody!"

And maybe this knot in her stomach just got tighter. She wasn't sure why, but the closer she came to having to actually do this, it was sickening.

Tyler came out having his bat triumphantly in the air, the beater and bronze of the Slytherin team. That's what people said anyway.

They all get in a circle, the quaffle ready to be thrown up into the air by Kinbott.

There's a whoop as the snitch is released into the air, it circles Enid the head whipping around at the golden glimpse as it then circles Bianca's head, the two seekers looking dead in the eyes of each other as they pierce with daggers.

It was hard to see from here but she could see the stare down.

"Now the one thing about Barclay is she's caught one more snitch than Enid has. Statistics are a good foundation for anticipation people. With that…" Kent's voice boomed across the entire stadium. Wednesday listening intently she wanted to know when to strike and when it was the best possible time.

The Quaffle is risen.

The crowd yells even louder.

"And we're off! Carmichael to Carson, Gosworth to Carson and… They score! Hufflepuff 10, Slytherin 0."

A fast game to keep up with is a harder objective. But she couldn't help but just watch for a little while, watching Enid more than anything. Something was… Captivating, about her. She wasn't sure why she was.

"Oof… That'll hurt." Kent cooed, she didn't know what happened but she was sure Tyler had hit someone on the Hufflepuff team.

She walked along the scaffolding of the stands, trying to see where Enid was, while she was hovering over the Hufflepuff goals Bianca was stalking her above, but she was sure in a short time, her friend had noticed her down below trying to creep up on Enid from behind down below.

There's a certain hand movement that she knew immediately what it meant.

Bianca sneakily pointed at Enid.

Wednesday felt that remorse, she really did. The pressure was starting to get to her. Did she really want to do this? Why did she want to do this? Sure she didn't like Enid, but this was petty and she wasn't petty.

By the time she wanted to do it, Enid had moved to the right a bit more.

So that made her move.

With a deep breath she took her wand out, knowing full well that Bianca was hoping for her to do something now for her to cause chaos and that is what she was going to do.

She couldn't have Bianca on her back.

Pathetic she knew that of course.

There's a shaky breath that escaped her mouth as she held her wand up, it shook as she pointed it at Enid.

"Subnecto."

She could feel the pull on her wand as it jerked, holding onto it tight, she could feel it get worse and worse as time went on.

Wednesday looked into the sky and to her despair, Enid was jerking up and down in every way her wand kept going. She could feel the coldness reaching her fingertips as she held it out for long.

"And what's… What's she doing? Enid apparently doesn't know how to ride a broom."

This must've sent the Hufflepuff team into a panic as she was sure the Slytherin crowd cheered as they scored.

Wednesday finding herself wanting to stop, she wanted this to stop. This spell was taking too much from her and they did say bad emotions made spells prey on your magic. Especially Dark Magic.

Bewitching a broom was a dark piece of magic.

Her wand took a forceful blow, it whipped itself into the scaffolding.

She was blown into a pillar of wood, the game becoming blurry, the world became a little less louder. Her hearing became fuzzy and all she saw was figures flying around.

Wednesday reached out for her wand, her hand needing to find the scaley textured handle. Something still felt wrong. Even if she had blown her head out, she was going to figure this out.

This was all Bianca's fault.

All of it.

Why did she have to be a part of these pathetic schemes?

Her body felt so weak as she crawled around trying to find her wand. She couldn't hear it humming because the world right now was a bit too quiet even for her liking.

She crawled down the ramp within the rows of wooden pillars gripping each one, hoping to find her wand. Something was humming and she could hear the whispers amongst the ringing.

She went towards it.

Her knees buckled, crying out in pain, she latched onto the humming of her wand, its whispers residing. "Reciproco subnecto."

The shift in the gravity of the wand stopped it jolting. She was sure she had reversed it, there's a pause in time for just a moment as she stared at the ceiling, the yelling announcer and the screaming of the crowd increased.

Eventually her ears stopped ringing and in spite they tuned back in. She wanted to hear if Hufflepuff was winning, she was done with Bianca and her stupid games.

This could've easily killed her.

Even now her body was so exhausted, a feeble attempt at trying to listen was hurting so badly.

"Is that… She's got it! She's got the snitch! Enid Sinclair has the snitch."

She knew Bianca was absolutely fuming and she was going to get that short end of the stick, this wasn't even her fault. She couldn't have performed that spell right, it was something she couldn't even do with small practice.

The Hufflepuff Crowd are loud in their cheers.

A crowd that will always be cheerful, a crowd that deserves to be.

She deserved what she received from Eugene.

She pulled herself up from the ground, the work spun and it wouldn't stop spinning. The quicker she made her way out of here the better chance she had of avoiding Bianca.

She limped down the stairs.

But a crowd was already coming down.

She knew she didn't look too well at all, the only reason she knew this is how everyone stared at her.

Wednesday found herself rushing for the hills to get away as fast as possible and she wasn't usually someone to run, she never ran from anything.

But the instinct that she had was to go. To leave, to not wait around for something to happen. Because if she walked any slower she was sure the spawn of hell would get her herself.

The crowd however made this harder.

"Wedne— Wednesday!" Speak of the devil. That would make her laugh if she wasn't being chased right now.

Bianca was being taken by the crowd.

Her vision swirled and twirled in ways that were so uncomfortable for her eyes as she spiralled, her legs were starting to get weaker as she finally made it to the grounds, but her limp was getting the best of her because even running wouldn't work.

Within seconds someone had whipped her around by the shoulder.

"You dirty blood little freak—"

Wednesday was being shaken like a ragdoll and it just made the nausea worse. How was this her fault? Once again was the question she asked herself, because this couldn't possibly be her fault.

And when the first hit connected with her face, it completely took her out in one blow, she fell to the ground, her head cracking off the hard pavement. This all happened so fast, she couldn't even comprehend the fact that some other places in her body were being hurt.

But it just felt like hell, like she was just trapped in her own body, too sick to even go on, to say anything to yell back. She didn't have the ability like someone normally would, she wanted to even get sick, something she hadn't done in all the years of her life.

"Woah! Woah! Hey!— Get— Get off!"

Yoko had pulled off Bianca, who was ready to throw more punches. Wednesday didn't know if she had actually thrown anymore as her head was placed on the laps of someone.

"Are you okay? Gosh you look… You look shaken."

"Sinclair." Wednesday scowled, but she didn't move. Her body felt so heavy, she wanted to fall asleep to let the dizziness subside, but the metallic taste in her mouth made her want to throw up.

"Hold still."

"Get— Sinclair."

"I need to heal your head" Enid rolled her eyes, and caught Wednesday by the face gently who didn't even realise she had stopped breathing for a moment, she's caught by surprise by her own reaction.

Enid didn't seem to notice which was a relief. Why did she feel that way for a moment? She can't feel that way ever, well she did once. But that was absolutely besides the point, why did she get that feeling when spiders crawl in the bottom of her stomach.

And she didn't want to lean into that touch.

She would never catch herself in the arms of this girl. For if she did, she'd probably be held hostage by her.

She felt sickened by her own thoughts.

"Episkey."

"AGH—" She rolled off Enid's laps in pain holding her nose. It's like she had been punched all over again.

"It's fine—"

"Get off me." Wednesday snapped, but the girl didn't move. She didn't move a single heartbeat. Something was reddening in her cheeks. Nobody saw thankfully, well she hoped. That type of behaviour would be appalling.

Enid helped her up and backed off.

A crowd has gathered especially Hufflepuffs as they looked down upon Bianca as the girl was pulled away by Professor Galpin, his gruff look deepening with anger as he caught her.

"Ms Addams?" Thornhill looks somewhat shocked, her eyes wide with fear at the sight of blood that has dried beneath her nostrils.

"I'm fine." Wednesday waved it off, and she found herself wiping away the blood within an instant. Her body was so tired as she tried to get out her wand to get rid of it, but her hand had just shaked.

She glared at everyone.

To which they all moved on once she did.

What was left was the Quidditch team and their somewhat concerned faces. "What are you looking at? Hm? You just make everything worse. You, it's always you." Wednesday slurred, she could feel something rising in her veins as her whole body heated up.

Her eyes pierced Enid.

This had to be her fault. She made her lose Eugene.

"I didn't do anything." Enid said, her eyes glancing at her teammates. Yoko gave her a suspicious glance.

"Oh but you did and you know what I hope you feel good about your petty win. I can't wait to hear about the after-party." She stumbled away from them, accompanied by Thornhill who was more concerned than angry at her.

Maybe something was different. She didn't know what, she could feel the anger. It tore at her from the inside, it clawed and screamed to get out. But she stayed in absolute silence as they made their way to what she assumed would be Weems' office.

That night was probably the worst night of her life.

Bianca ended up being banned for a year, it left an unrepairable hole in the boat that was barely keeping afloat in the first place. She knew that once the teeth had sunk into the wood that was rotting beneath its venom fangs she knew it was over.

She couldn't remember what Weems has said.

She didn't listen.

For all she could care, she would rather sleep and go home. Maybe even write to her mother and father despite hating the idea of dependency.

She was completely alone.

Why didn't it feel good as it usually did? She thought that getting rid of Bianca was something she wanted to do in the first place, why did she feel lonely?

Why did she feel like this? She shouldn't feel in the first place.

Going to bed and crying secretly was probably the worst she's ever felt. She couldn't feel more pathetic.

And about Enid? She didn't know. When would she ever figure that out? So many emotions in one night.

"Eugene, you don't get it."

"How don't I get it, Wednesday?"

"Because, I— Because…"

"Because what?"

"Eugene, I like her."

"Her? What do you mean by her? I thought you… That's…"

"It's Enid, it's been… It's been since last year. I don't… I don't… It's not right? I can't like her? Right? Tell me I'm wrong, tell me this is wrong that I should be liking someone like Tyler."

"Wednesday…"

"I dated Tyler to try to get over those feelings. But… I want her. I don't… Merlin's beard it's so… Please say I'm wrong."

"Wednesday. It's not wrong. It's just…"

"Just?..."

"Enid doesn't… Well she doesn't like girls that's for sure; I thought you hated her?"

"I do. Well.. I don't. I can't find the words of what I feel, I feel like this is wrong like this isn't who I'm supposed to like, who I'm supposed to be."

"Well I can't comfort you. But I guess… You've always… You've always been this way, this is who you're supposed to be. Right?"

"I don't fear it. I just fear that I'm wrong."

"I guess you don't learn if you're not wrong. We'll… We'll figure this out."

"I don't think I ever will."