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The morning began like any other winter day at Nevermore—cold, crisp, and quiet. That was, until Enid Sinclair let out an excited squeal that echoed through the hallways.
“Wednesday, wake up!” Enid’s voice rang out as she bounced excitedly staring out their prominent window. “It snowed! It’s like, a winter wonderland out there!”
Wednesday Addams groaned, burrowing deeper into her black blanket cocoon. “Nature’s attempt at burying us alive,” she muttered darkly.
“Oh, come on, Willa! It’s our first snow of the season together. We have to do something! Think about it: snowmen, snowball fights, ice skating…”
Wednesday peeked out from under the covers, her dark eyes narrowing. “None of those things appeal to me. Particularly ice skating. Do you know how many people die each year from falling on the ice?”
Enid wasn’t deterred. “Zero fun facts before 9 a.m., Wednesday. Now, get dressed! We’re spending the day outside.”
“I will join you,” Wednesday said flatly, sitting up, “but only because I enjoy studying the effects of hypothermia on others.”
Enid clapped her hands, already pulling a rainbow scarf from her drawer. “You’re going to love it, I promise!”
The forest was a winter paradise. Snow coated the trees, icicles sparkled, and students milled about, bundled in scarves and gloves. Enid practically skipped through the snow, dragging Wednesday along by the hand.
“Look, everyone’s already out here!” Enid exclaimed, pointing to Yoko and Divina, who were crouched over what appeared to be a vampire-themed snowman, complete with icicle fangs and sunglasses.
Yoko stood back to admire their work, brushing her hands together. “See? He’s got the vibe. Very brooding, very chic.”
Divina tilted her head, considering it. “He’s missing something…” She plucked loose strands of string from her scarf and used it as a jaunty scarf. “There. Now he’s perfect.”
A few feet away, Xavier and Ajax were attempting to build their own snowman—or rather, snow blob.
“It’s abstract,” Xavier said defensively as he slapped another mound of snow onto their creation.
Ajax tilted his head, squinting at it. “It looks like it’s melting, dude.”
“It’s a statement,” Xavier replied.
“It’s a blob,” Ajax muttered.
Enid burst into laughter as she took in the other snowmen. “Oh my gosh, this is amazing! Willa, what should we make?”
Wednesday’s gaze swept over the snowy field with clinical precision. “If we must do this, let’s at least create something worthwhile.”
Enid grinned. “You’ve got an idea, don’t you?”
“Frankenstein’s monster,” Wednesday replied, her voice steady and matter-of-fact.
Enid gasped, clapping her mittens together. “That’s perfect! Let’s do it!”
They set to work, with Wednesday taking charge of the head and facial features while Enid tackled the body and arms. Wednesday sculpted the monster’s angular face with surgical precision, her gloved hands smoothing the snow with an almost artistic flair.
“Wow, you’re really good at this,” Enid said, watching her with wide eyes.
Wednesday didn’t look up. “Precision is key to proper dismemberment—or snow sculpting, as the case may be.”
“That’s… comforting,” Enid said, her voice laced with amusement.
As Enid worked on the arms, she kept stealing glances at Wednesday. Her girlfriend was utterly focused, her dark brows furrowed in concentration. Snowflakes clung to her braids, and her cheeks were faintly pink from the cold.
“You know,” Enid said casually, packing snow onto the arm, “you’re really cute when you’re this focused.”
Wednesday’s hands paused mid-sculpt. She turned to Enid, her expression unreadable. “Cute?”
“Yeah,” Enid said, her grin widening. “Adorably intense. Like, I could watch you do this all day.”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow but said nothing, returning to her work. The corners of her lips, however, quirked upward in the faintest of smiles.
By the time they finished, their snowman stood tall and imposing, with jagged stick stitches for a mouth, black stones for eyes, and arms that stretched out like they were ready to lurch forward.
Enid stepped back, brushing snow off her mittens. “He’s creepy and adorable. Just like you.”
Wednesday crossed her arms, her gaze appraising their work. “He’s anatomically inaccurate but acceptable.”
“Hey, perfection takes time!” Enid teased, nudging her shoulder against Wednesday’s.
Bianca approached to judge the entries, her arms crossed as she surveyed the field of snowmen. She raised an eyebrow at Yoko and Divina’s vampire creation, smirked at Xavier and Ajax’s abstract blob, and finally stopped in front of Wednesday and Enid’s masterpiece.
“Okay, this is… disturbingly detailed,” Bianca said, leaning closer to inspect the jagged smile. “You two win.”
Enid threw her arms in the air. “Yes! We’re the best!” She immediately turned and tackled Wednesday into a hug, laughing as she buried her face in Wednesday’s coat.
Wednesday stiffened, her arms pinned to her sides. “Enid,” she said flatly, “you’re crushing me.”
“Oops, sorry!” Enid giggled, stepping back but keeping her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders. “But admit it, Willa, we make an amazing team.”
“We’re efficient,” Wednesday said, brushing snow off her coat. “And you’re overly enthusiastic.”
Enid stuck her tongue out at her. “You love it.”
“I tolerate it,” Wednesday corrected, though her eyes softened as she watched Enid’s laughter light up the snowy landscape.
Snowmen built the group decided they wanted to have a snowball fight. The snowball fight began with Enid’s declaration of war. “Okay, everyone, we’re splitting into teams! Wednesday, you’re going down!” she shouted, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Wednesday tilted her head, her expression calm and unreadable. “Highly unlikely. But I accept your challenge.”
The teams were quickly formed: Enid, Ajax, and Divina versus Wednesday, Bianca, Yoko, and Xavier.
“They made a grave mistake putting me on your team,” Wednesday informed her teammates. “I will not lose.”
“You’ve got the attitude for it, at least,” Bianca said, rolling her eyes.
As the battle began, chaos erupted. Snowballs flew through the air, some missing their marks while others landed with satisfying plops. Enid darted between trees, her rainbow scarf trailing behind her as she lobbed a snowball at Xavier, hitting him square in the chest.
“Gotcha!” Enid cheered.
Meanwhile, Wednesday was untouchable. Her movements were precise, almost otherworldly, as she dodged incoming snowballs with ease. She crouched low behind a snowbank, calculating her next move like a general on the battlefield.
Enid peeked out from behind a tree, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Wednesday preparing to launch a snowball at Ajax. “Not on my watch,” she muttered.
Scooping up a handful of snow, Enid packed it tightly before stepping into view. “Hey, Willa!” she called out, her voice sing-song.
Wednesday turned toward her with a sharp glare. “What?”
Enid grinned, her cheeks flushed from the cold. “Just wanted to tell you—” She paused dramatically, her smile turning coy. “You look really sexy when you’re all focused like that.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, and Wednesday’s stoic expression faltered ever so slightly.
It was just enough.
“Gotcha!” Ajax shouted triumphantly as a snowball collided with Wednesday’s shoulder. She stumbled back, momentarily stunned, and a puff of snow erupted from the impact.
Enid burst into laughter, clutching her sides as she watched Wednesday slowly turn toward her. “You were saying?” Wednesday asked, her voice calm but edged with menace.
“I—I can’t believe that worked!” Enid gasped, barely able to catch her breath.
Wednesday dusted the snow off her coat, her lips pressing into a thin line. “A momentary lapse in focus. It won’t happen again.”
Enid winked. “We’ll see about that, Willa.”
For the rest of the fight, Wednesday seemed even more determined, launching snowballs with ruthless precision. But despite her efforts, she couldn’t quite shake the memory of Enid’s words—or the warmth they stirred amidst the icy chaos.
By the end of the fight, the teams were drenched and exhausted, collapsing into the snow in fits of laughter. Enid sprawled next to Wednesday, her rainbow scarf half-covered in snow.
“You know,” Enid said, grinning as she propped herself up on one elbow, “you’re pretty sexy when you’re mad too.”
Wednesday glanced at her, an unreadable look in her dark eyes. Then, without warning, she scooped up a handful of snow and pressed it against Enid’s cheek.
“Revenge,” Wednesday said simply, watching as Enid squealed and squirmed under the icy touch.
After the snowball fight, the group migrated to the frozen lake. Enid laced up her skates in record time, practically bouncing with excitement as she waited for the others. Wednesday, however, stood at the edge of the ice, her arms crossed and her expression as icy as the lake itself.
“You’re not chickening out, are you?” Enid teased, skating up to her with practiced ease.
Wednesday’s gaze flicked to the ice. “Chickening out implies fear. I am merely considering the statistical likelihood of someone breaking their neck out here.”
Enid laughed, holding out her hands. “Come on, Willa. Trust me. I won’t let you fall.”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow but allowed herself to be pulled onto the ice. The first step was tentative, her usual grace faltering as her boots slid awkwardly. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered.
“It’s fun!” Enid corrected, giving Wednesday’s hands a reassuring squeeze. “Just glide. Like this.”
Enid skated backward, leading Wednesday step by step across the ice. Slowly but surely, Wednesday’s movements became less stiff. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to mimic Enid’s fluid glides.
“You’re doing great!” Enid cheered, her smile brighter than the sunlight reflecting off the snow.
Wednesday’s dark eyes flicked to hers. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“Oh, I don’t need flattery,” Enid teased. “I’ve already got you holding my hands. That’s a win in my book.”
Wednesday blinked, caught off guard by the comment, and her grip on Enid’s hands tightened slightly. “You’re insufferable.”
“You love it,” Enid replied with a grin, pulling her closer.
In the background, chaos ensued as Xavier and Ajax attempted to race each other across the ice, only to crash into a snowbank. Bianca, meanwhile, glided effortlessly, performing graceful turns that earned envious glares from the boys.
“Show-off,” Xavier muttered as he brushed snow off his coat.
Yoko and Divina skated hand-in-hand nearby, laughing softly as they spun in slow circles.
“See?” Enid said, leaning her forehead against Wednesday’s. “Isn’t this amazing? Just the two of us, skating under the winter sun…”
“It’s tolerable,” Wednesday admitted, though the corners of her lips twitched upward in a faint smile.
“High praise from you,” Enid said, beaming.
They continued skating together, Enid occasionally leading them in gentle loops while Wednesday focused on staying upright. At one point, Enid stopped abruptly, tugging Wednesday to a halt.
“What is it?” Wednesday asked.
Enid gestured toward the horizon, where the sun was beginning to set, casting the lake in hues of pink and gold. “Look. Isn’t it beautiful?”
Wednesday’s gaze shifted to the sunset, her expression softening. “It’s… acceptable.”
Enid giggled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re such a softie, Willa.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the group gathered around a roaring fire pit near the dorms. Snow still blanketed the ground, but the flames crackled warmly, casting a golden glow on everyone’s flushed faces. Enid was bustling around with a tray of steaming mugs, her scarf now slightly damp from the day’s adventures but her energy as boundless as ever.
“Hot cocoa for everyone!” she chirped, handing mugs to Yoko and Divina first. “Extra marshmallows for you two, because you actually built a snowman with style.”
Divina laughed as she accepted her cup. “It was all Yoko’s idea.”
“You’re welcome,” Yoko said smugly, holding up her mug in a mock toast.
Enid moved to Bianca next. “Here you go, Your Majesty. I figured you could use a little sweetness after judging all day.”
Bianca rolled her eyes but accepted the mug. “Thanks, Sinclair. Try not to get any glitter on me while you’re at it.”
Ajax and Xavier got their cups last, though Enid made a point to smirk as she handed them over. “Maybe this will help warm you up after losing to us in the snowball fight and snowman building.”
“It was an ambush!” Xavier protested, though his laughter betrayed his defeat.
Ajax just shrugged. “I think our abstract blob was misunderstood.”
“Misunderstood and terrifying,” Yoko muttered, earning chuckles from the group.
Finally, Enid returned to Wednesday, who had been sitting quietly on a log near the fire, her dark gaze fixed on the dancing flames. The light cast flickering shadows across her pale skin, making her look almost ethereal. Enid paused for a moment, just admiring her girlfriend in the golden glow.
“Hot cocoa delivery for my favorite person,” Enid said softly, holding out a mug topped with an almost comical amount of marshmallows.
Wednesday glanced up, her dark eyes meeting Enid’s with an unreadable expression. “Is there a reason my mug contains more marshmallows than cocoa?”
“It’s a special touch,” Enid said with a grin as she sat down beside her. “Besides, I know you secretly love them.”
Wednesday took the mug without protest, holding it carefully in her gloved hands. The steam curled up into the cold air, and for a moment, they sat in companionable silence.
“You really went all out today,” Wednesday said finally, her voice softer than usual.
Enid smiled, leaning her shoulder against Wednesday’s. “Well, I wanted to make it special. First snow of the season, and all.”
Wednesday didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Enid, her expression softer than usual. “It was… less dreadful than I anticipated,” she admitted.
Enid’s eyes sparkled. “Aww, Willa, that’s practically the highest praise you’ve ever given me.”
Wednesday arched an eyebrow. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Oh, it’s way too late for that,” Enid said with a giggle, setting her mug down on the log beside her. She reached up to adjust the scarf around Wednesday’s neck, her fingers lingering for a moment. “But seriously, today was amazing. You, me, the snow… It was perfect.”
“Perfect is subjective,” Wednesday replied, but her voice was laced with an affection she didn’t bother to hide.
Enid’s smile softened. She leaned in closer, her forehead brushing against Wednesday’s. “You make everything feel perfect, you know that?”
Wednesday blinked, the faintest hint of pink coloring her cheeks. “You’re insufferably sentimental.”
“And you love it,” Enid teased, closing the small gap between them and pressing a gentle kiss to Wednesday’s lips. It was soft and warm, a perfect contrast to the cold air around them.
When they pulled apart, Wednesday’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “I suppose I tolerate it.”
“Translation: you love me,” Enid said smugly, leaning back against her girlfriend with a satisfied sigh.
The fire crackled softly, and the rest of the group chattered and laughed in the background. Xavier was regaling them with an exaggerated story of how he had almost landed a skating trick, only to be sabotaged by a “rogue patch of ice.”
Enid nuzzled closer to Wednesday, tugging their shared blanket tighter around them. She could feel the steady rhythm of Wednesday’s breathing, the warmth of her presence cutting through the chill of the evening.
“This is my favorite part,” Enid murmured.
“What is?” Wednesday asked, tilting her head slightly.
“This. Just… being here with you. Cozy, warm, and together.”
Wednesday glanced at her, her dark eyes softening. “You’re easily pleased.”
“Not easily,” Enid corrected. “Just… when it comes to you.”
For a long moment, Wednesday said nothing. Then, slowly, she reached out and placed her gloved hand over Enid’s, giving it a small but deliberate squeeze.
“Today was acceptable,” Wednesday said finally. “More than acceptable.”
Enid’s grin grew impossibly wider as she nestled closer. Above them, the first stars began to twinkle in the night sky, their light shimmering against the untouched snow. The fire’s warmth and the comfort of each other’s company made the world beyond feel distant and unimportant.
In that moment, for Wednesday and Enid, everything was perfect.