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“Howdy, roomie!”
That singular greeting made Wednesday want to crumble from the inside as she was being introduced to her new roommate in Ophelia Hall. It was the most disgusting collection of colors piled into one area; she truly had no idea how she’d survive without burning down the room on the spot.
“Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair,” Principal Weems had told her as she gave the other girl a once-over. The bright smile on her face, her overly enthused demeanor——she was truly like a puppy meeting its companion for the first time.
This was going to be hell , Wednesday thought to herself as she quickly backed away from the attempt at an embrace between her and this girl, brows furrowing in near disgust. The feeling still loomed within the recesses of her mind while Enid gave her a tour of the academy, and even more so when she brought up the foolish suggestion that Wednesday join any mind-numbing social media site.
The disgust in her brain grew even more when she first got a taste of the mashup of noises Enid called music, though it faltered ever so slightly upon the demonstration of the lycan’s defensive abilities through her quick expansion of her claws. It would then begin to falter once more as the next night would bring upon them a small moment of vulnerability, one that Wednesday had never allowed anyone to experience with her… until then.
Day by day, Wednesday would start to treat Enid differently than she’d treat the others. Granted, it wasn’t too big of a difference, but it wasn’t long before she realized something she never would have seen in a vision throughout her whole lifetime.
Wednesday Addams had grown a soft spot, a warm, soft spot, in her icy, black heart. And that spot was taken by none other than Enid Sinclair herself.
Unfortunately, that fact would make it that much more difficult to deal with the bubbly girl’s constant rambling about how cute Ajax Petropolus was. Rambling about how much she wanted to date him and kiss him all the time. It was a sickening thought, and Wednesday hated hearing her roommate talk about him all the time. But she knew that if she had those feelings for Enid, she couldn’t ever let them get in the way of her mission at Nevermore.
So ultimately, Wednesday decided that she would never truly act on them. If Enid was happy with Ajax, then so be it.
It did make that night that Ajax stood her up especially difficult to bear witness to. Enid storming into their room——claws outstretched, makeup-stained tears streaming down her face——and practically flying into her bed, quiet sobs rumbling into her pillow. Wednesday was pretty much a master of keeping her emotions locked in a box in the back of her mind, but the growing disdain she had for Ajax, coupled with the pity of seeing Enid in so much pain? Those two were banging at the walls of that box, begging to erupt and manifest themselves. Her heart could have burst in its attempts to escape the cage in which she had locked it after the emotions she felt for Nero’s death had done her no good. It was begging its captor to act on her feelings and do something, anything, to make Enid happy. After all, Wednesday did promise to nail-gun the gorgon’s heart, were he to break Enid’s.
Things with Wednesday’s emotions grew far worse as she was forced to attend the Rave’n——with Tyler, no less——and witness Enid with that other normie, each trying to make one person jealous. Unbeknownst to any of them, Wednesday was the secret third person in the mix of them, a cauldron of envy being stirred in her brain. Though, once again, she kept it hidden as she always did.
Later that night, after everyone had washed off the sorry excuse for a bloodbath off their skin, Enid was off at some afterparty with some others, and Wednesday had finally decided that she’d had enough of these unrequited——and frankly, unwarranted——feelings. And so, she grabbed a large assortment of candles, forming a perfect circle with them. In the middle of the circle, she drew a pentagram and placed in it a bowl of mixed herbs, setting everything ablaze as she began to chant softly.
“In nomine magni, dei nostri Satanas
introibo ad altare, Domini Inferi.
I summon you to make an offer.”
It took a moment, but a figure began materializing before her eyes.
“Who dares to disturb me?” the demon boomed, catching sight of how Wednesday got down on one knee and rested an arm on it as she bowed her head.
“Lucifer, Prince of Darkness,” she began, “My name is Wednesday Addams. I trust that you know who I am through the rich grapevine that is my family.” She looked up to be met with an affirming nod from him. “I have recently begun to feel enamored with a soul far too different from my own——the exact opposite, in fact. The sun that gives my moon light, a rose that has somehow begun to flourish within the cold, arid desert that is my heart. I wish to be rid of these feelings so that I may continue my mission here at Nevermore without any distractions. If you desire something in return, I may go and offer you up a sacrifice.”
“There is no need, child,” he responded. “Your family has made enough deals with me that I am set for the rest of eternity. Very well, I shall take away these feelings you may have for this ball of sunshine in your life, though I must warn you that your feelings have the potential to return.”
“Of that, I am aware,” Wednesday said. “But you may take them as they are now.”
“Very well,” the demon said, placing a hand upon Wednesday’s forehead.
“O, mi magna spirituum tenebris, ut auferat a fronte penetrabilior cor Mercurii Addams. Et hoc non erit amor, et non reliquit sine flamma usque ad eam sole luminaria semel amplius.”
Wednesday felt a breeze swirl around her, one final aching piercing her heart before withering away. She would no longer feel that burning desire to have Enid, at least not until the werewolf would reignite the fire pit left seemingly untouched in her heart.
With that, the devil faded into the night, stealing for himself all the flames of each candle that had been used to summon him. Wednesday flicked on the lights just as she heard those familiar footsteps that for once, didn’t cause that stupid feeling of her heart skipping a beat.
“Wednesday! Did something happen here?” Enid called out, rushing into the room. “We heard voices from Yoko’s room that came from here and——oh, never mind.”
Enid’s gaze had fallen onto the circle of candles and the pentagram on the floor.
“That’s… not even shocking, honestly. You made some deal with the devil?” The raven nodded, going to pick up the candles and clean the floor. “What’d you ask for? Please tell me there were no blood sacrifices being made.”
“What I asked for is of no importance,” Wednesday answered her curtly. “My applogies for the disturbance. You may return to the soiree.”
Upon meeting Enid’s gaze, Wednesday notices something strange——almost as if there was a sort of longing stowed behind her eyes. For a very brief moment, Wednesday thinks that perhaps there was a slight possibility that her wish was a mistake. But as Enid shakes her head and skips off with that same bright smile on her face, Wednesday realizes, deep down, that things would be better this way.
No more distractions for herself, and no eventual heartbreak for the girl who least deserves it.