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When Enid and Wednesday walk into the Quad together, any normal person would think it was an unusual sight—a girl dressed in exclusively black next to a walking rainbow? But at Nevermore, they were almost used to it. The only oddity they saw in the pair was the lack of romance between them, so they had been spreading rumours and trying to pressure them into asking each other out. Of course, all of this had failed, as they had kept their status as merely friends.

"Why is everybody staring at us again?" The raven says through her teeth, shooting dirty looks at anybody staring them down.

"You of all people should know that, Wednesday. They want us to date, or something." The wolf smiles, bringing her canines out in the way she knew the psychic tolerated.

"Well, they should keep their delusional fantasies away from us." She says, crossing her arms. "Or I might have to take some special measures." Her tone is bitter, but it's obvious why. 

"Calm down, it's fine. I think it's funny." The lycan looks at her, studying how unhappy she looks with all of this, while she wishes it was their fantasies were their reality.

"Funny? Really?" The shorter girl rolls her eyes, having to look up at Enid when she speaks now. The growth spurt that wolfing out had given her was extremely noticeable now, and she had bragged to Wednesday many times that they were the classic short, angry person and tall, soft person as a duo. "Oh, don't even—"

"What? Make fun of your height? I would never." She says, nudging her with her elbow. It seems like her roommate actually tolerates small, touchy gestures from Enid now. After last year's fiasco, they were much closer, and luckily no new investigations had started, so the lycan had been with Wednesday most of the time. "D'you want to sit down?" 

"I would prefer not to be in the great outdoors." This is clearly a lie.

"You know you can tell me if you don't want to be around people, right? Sometimes I don't want to be near a crowd either." Enid wasn't being dishonest: sometimes the popularity was too much even for her.

"Can we go back to the dorm?" The wolf nods, moonwalking for a few steps and then fully turning around to walk side-by-side with her roomie. Sometimes the lycan felt invisible to her, and she hated it. But why should she?

"What do you wanna do today?" She asks, happy that it's a Saturday with no homework at all.

"Work on my novel." The response is blunt, but Enid knows she can break through her tough exterior.

"Seriously? Can we not, like, go to Jericho? Or we could walk through the Nevermore graveyard." Tempting her with something macabre almost always works. "C'mon. Don't you want to have some fun?" 

"Fine. But I'm only doing this so you don't get upset." Surely there was a different word for their relationship other than 'friendly'. Wednesday described her as 'tolerable' but the werewolf can think of many other words to describe her pale roommate. "We can have a picnic in the woods near the graveyard, if you want."

"Yeah, sure. I have a picnic blanket and I can get some food." Enid smiles, happy that she'll get to spend some time with her. "What sandwiches do you like?"

"Anything that doesn't have peanut butter and jelly, and anything that doesn't have cucumbers." The things she doesn't like are odd for a girl like her, but the wolf just plans on getting some Nutella sandwiches, cheese sandwiches, and ham and cheese sandwiches. Sandwiches, sandwiches, sandwiches. It was such a silly word for such a normal food, but the more Enid thought about it, it just didn't seem very real. 

"Alright, I'll go to Jericho to get some." She happily bounces away from her friend, heading over to Yoko and Divina. "Do you wanna come with me to Jericho?" She asks, smiling.

"Sure, why?" The vampire seems to speak for both of them, and they seemed so in sync that their heads turned at the same time. "Shopping trip?"

"Kind of. I want to go and pick up some sandwiches, 'cus me and Wednesday are having a picnic later." Hearing it again, even from her own mouth, makes her so excited. 

"Enid, you do know you've basically asked her out, right?" Divina says, smirking at her stupidity.

"No, no, no. She said she was doing it so I don't get upset." Enid frowns, trying to act like she doesn't want to go on an actual date with her. 

"Wednesday Addams caring about someone's feelings? Really?" Yoko smiles, and she waves a hand in front of Enid's face. "Sinclair? Hello? I think we broke her because she realised she's gay. It's about time."

"S-shut up. I'm straight." Her sentences come out slowly, as if she's pondering it herself, while trying not to lose her temper.

"Sure. Anyways, we'll come shopping with you." Divina tells her, still smiling. "What do you need again?"

"Ham and cheese, cheese, and Nutella sandwiches." The lycan smiles, happy that they're coming with her but sad that they'll probably be acting like a couple. Why could she not just have that with Wednesday?

"No PB&J sandwiches? Tsk tsk." Yoko shakes her head as if mocking her friend.

"Weds—I mean, Wednesday doesn't like those." The nickname she was thinking about for her roommate accidentally spills out of her mouth, but she hopes that she corrected it fast enough that they won't notice.

"Did I hear that right? You have a nickname for her?" Divina widens her eyes while they walk towards the shuttle that will save them a walk to and from Jericho. 

"I only use it in my diary, because her name is long and I can't be bothered to write it, y'know?" 

"So you write about her in your diary?"

"Just that she... She plays the cello and I like the music, stuff like that!" 

"Does she know about this?" Yoko asks, holding in a laugh. "Or are you secretly crushing on her?" 

"Shut up. I'm going by myself, please leave me alone." She has finally snapped. The constant 'gay allegations' have gone on for long enough and she can't take it from her own friends anymore. She closes the shuttle door and tells the driver she's ready to go, and the five-minute drive begins.

After what feels like the blink of an eye, she tells the driver she'll be around thirty minutes, and she knows how it works: they'll leave, come and drop someone else (or multiple people if there's enough time), and then pick her up in the same place as she was dropped off—which happens to be a special Nevermore parking lot with spaces that know who's getting picked up from where.

She walks into the local café, because she knows their sandwiches are elite. "One cheese sandwich, one ham and cheese sandwich, and one Nutella sandwich please! Oh, and can I also have a black coffee with no sugar and cocoa powder, and a hot chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream, and extra sugar? All to go." She smiles and waits where she is instructed to. When her order is complete and bagged up, she exchanges 25 bucks for the food and drinks. On the way back, she sips her hot chocolate, getting halfway through it before getting back to the dorm.

"I got you a surprise!" Enid tells her, pulling out the black coffee with cocoa powder. "I even told them not to put any sugar in, or any vanilla drops, 'cus I know you think they put too much in and you have your own vanilla." Wednesday stands up from her desk, accepting the coffee. Then she pulls a little bottle of vanilla drops out of her pocket, and Enid isn't surprised. She carries random stuff with her all the time. Once the three drops are in and stirred thoroughly, she takes a sip and looks like she might smile. 

"Thank you, Enid." She looks the coffee up and down. "This would go well with those cookies you make. Or possibly the cupcakes." 

"We should do a baking da—a baking night one day!" The wolf smiles, making that puppy-dog noise she always subconsciously makes when she gets really happy. At her enthusiasm, the psychic actually smiles a little bit.

"Of course. I know the recipes, I'll get the ingredients." Her exterior was slowly but surely cracking. Enid knew she could do it. Her smile widens, and Wednesday looks down at her lips, but she was probably only looking at her canines sticking out, right? "So, when do you want to bake?"

"Tomorrow?" The lycan asks hopefully, looking at her with the best puppy dog eyes she can muster. "Please?"

"Fine. What time are we going today?" Wednesday was extremely organised (and she had made Enid the same).

"Like at... hmmm... 6pm? We can have the picnic for dinner instead of whatever food they have here today." She looks at her watch, seeing that it's already 4pm. "So you have two hours, basically, to get ready or whatever else you feel like doing."

"That sounds acceptable." The raven says, walking over to her closet. "Shoo, mio lupo, I need to pick an outfit."

Mio lupo? Enid is thinking. She makes note of how she thinks it is spelled so she can Google it later. She knows it's Italian; that is her roommate's home language. But she does know that she knows a lot of other tongues (however the way she pronounced everything made it clear that it was Italian).

"Alright, I'll come back soon." The wolf smiles, and she happily skips out of the room, barely able to contain her excitement for what is happening in a few short hours. She looks at her messages, and decides to text Yoko.

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

im not coming dinner today cus im going to picnic with weds

redteeth     @yokoiguess

have fun pup

but not TOO much fun

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

sybau

Next she checks Google, remembering that she needs to go onto an Italian translator. She enters what she thinks the spelling is (mio lupa) and instantly a result appears. 'My wolf'. The real spelling was mio lupo, but she didn't care about that. She had called Enid hers. As much as she wanted to tell Yoko, she could not allow the relentless teasing to carry on.

She finds the pack, and so she decides to stay with them for an hour before going to change.

Once she enters the dorm, she hears the cello going from outside the window. The sunset was covering Wednesday in a mix of orange and red, making her somehow even more stunning than usual. Enid quickly slips into a hoodie and some joggers, then joins her outside, smiling at one of her favourite sounds. "Hey." Her voice is soft, remembering what she had called her earlier.

"Hello. Is it time for us to go?" The psychic asks, standing up and propping her cello up against the chair. Thing 'looks' at them, closing the book with all of Wednesday's cello sheet music. The werewolf nods, fidgeting with the ends of her sleeves.

"I have the sandwiches." She lifts the bag up and inches closer to the fire stairs that you see on the side of apartment buildings. If they went down the main stairs they'd get caught. Students were allowed to not eat dinner, but they were most certainly barred from the forest during and after sunset. Teachers always were saying something about the dangers it contained, blah blah blah.

She cautiously climbs down, scared she'll fall. Enid is deathly afraid of heights. And then there was her roomie, who was fearless. Just as the wolf makes it down the stairs and lets out a sigh of relief, the raven jumps off the last floor and lands effortlessly next to her. "Show-off."

"I like the thrill of it; why would I boast about such a mundane hobby to you?" At her comment, the lycan rolls her eyes, giving them shorter girl a playful shove.

"Shut up." They walk in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the clearing that Enid had found earlier.

"Wow." It was the first time that Wednesday had been speechless in front of her. The clearing was covered by a multitude of willow trees, and when you entered, you saw that the edge of ut was lined with roses. They were Wednesday's favourite flower, because everything beautiful needed to be deadly (Enid had read a copy of her novel secretly, and she could have sworn in the margin next to that sentence were two words: mio lupo). The final few beams of the sun were streaming through the leaves and branches of the trees, but soon enough they would be lit up by the glow of the half-moon and the shimmering of the stars.

"Cool, right? One time I wolfed out, and I was too far from the lupin cages, so I just found a quiet place, and this was what I came across. I think after we eat, we can star-gaze!" The grin on her face is ear-to-ear, and she sees that the other girl is also smiling, but just a little.

"This is wonderful. You remembered that picnic blanket, right?" She only changes the topic like this when she gets flustered. The lycan nods. "We can stay here for a while then, but we need to be back by at least 9. They'll lock up the stairs at 10." 

"Of course. As long as I get even a fraction of your time I'll be happy."

When the sandwiches are mostly polished off and the moon and the stars are out, they lie down next to each other, and Enid finds herself subconsciously shifting her gaze over to the girl lying next to her. 

"That's the Heart Nebula constellation." Wednesday points a few stars out with a pale hand. "It means love."

"I still remember that you taught me that the iron and stuff in our blood is made out of stardust." The werewolf turns her head to look at her. The moonlight suited her pale skin far too well. It made her even more entrancing to look at.

"Speaking of love, what are we going to do about these rumours flying around?" Wednesday turns to look at her as well. "I tolerate you but whatever people say is not true." She thinks about what she just heard. 'Tolerate'. She never says that about anyone.

"What about this whole 'my wolf' thing you said to me?" She does not mean it in a rude way, ut was just curiosity.

"That was a nickname. The actual translation is... my friend who is a wolf." The split second pause in the sentence does not fully convince Enid that that is the true meaning. 

"Okay." She thinks her tone sounds like she believes her, or at least, she hopes. "I think we should just keep ignoring them."

"About that." Wednesday grimaces, finally showing some emotion tonight. "I may have overheard a random boy saying derogatory things about you."

"What did you do, Weds?" The nickname takes her roommate aback. "If you can have nicknames for me, I can have nicknames for you."

"Fine. Anyways, what might have happened is that I pinned him to the wall and cut him a little with my pocket knife, and I possibly may also have told him that if he ever goes near you, I'll kill him." She looks down, clearly not ashamed of her actions but of the repercussions of her actions on the rumours.

"Did you seriously think that would help the problem?" Enid hated to scold Wednesday, but she had to do something about this. She would say she wants the rumours to stop, and then be overprotective.

"No, but... I don't like people saying bad things about you. I do care about you, no matter how much it seems like I do not." Yoko was probably right. Wednesday Addams caring about someone's feelings? That is what she had said. Of course, the werewolf would never tell her that, but she was actually correct. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to show him that he can't speak like that about someone like you."

"Someone like me?" She asks, smiling softly. 

"Yes. One of my only friends." There was a slight hesitation when she had said 'friends'. But she probably had not had that many accomplices while growing up, so it was probably hard for her to admit that she did tolerate and care about her roommate, even though Enid knew it could go further if one of them was brave enough to admit it. That was an impossibility, though. The lycan was a coward and the raven was not going to admit her feelings. But for now friends was enough.

After a peaceful Saturday night of stargazing and trying not get caught by the teachers while they snuck back in, Enid is expecting to wake up to her alarm and peacefully start her day. But instead of an alarm, she hears the faint buzzing of her phone with her enhanced hearing—perks of being a wolf. 

redteeth     @yokoiguess

so i may have told divina about your date

amd she may have told many other people!

...

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

what the helly

weds is gonna be PISSED

why is your whole aim to assist these fcking rumours </3

She groans and slams her head into her pillow. "Enid?"

"Yeah?" She mumbles, almost fully mute because of the pillow. 

"What's wrong?" Wednesday asks. The wolf can hear the bedsheets shuffling as she probably is sitting up. Enid turns around, and sits up to face her.

"Y-your hair is curly?" She splutters, seeing that her roommate actually has long hair and today she's let it down and it's naturally curly. 

"Yes. What's wrong?" She brushes her question away and repeats her question.

"Well, Yoko told Divina about our d—our picnic, and Divina told other people, so now, everyone knows." Her little slip-up goes unnoticed with all the other details packed into the sentence. "The rumours might be worse now. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, mio lupo." Wednesday leans back on her bed, not breaking eye contact with her at all. "If anyone comes near you, I'll... I will have a chat with them."

"Chat?" Enid says skeptically, raising her eyebrows. "You can just tell me if you're gonna hurt people."

"Well, yes, that's what I was planning on." She says, crossing her arms. Her bangs gather in front of her eyes, shrouding them in the darkness of her hair. The lycan can still tell that she's still looking into her eyes. "It will be okay."

"You and Wednesday went on a date, right?" Bruno asks her. The pack and some of her other friends are sitting with her, teasing her about the picnic.

"No, it was just a picnic in that one clearing I found. And after we just did some stargazing." She assumes this will be taken lightly. "It was just a normal night out with a friend."

"You were stargazing with her? Really?" Bianca laughs, making Enid's face go red. "Did you see any constellations?"

"...The Heart Nebula." It was very unlucky for them to see that last night. The teasing would be even worse now. 

"Did you kiss?" Ajax asks, leaning in. Bruno readies his hand next to his pocket, both of their eyes filled with anticipation.

"No. Ajax, you lost the bet, didn't you?" The werewolf laughs, her canines showing a little. She figures that it's best to make the most of the situation, no matter how crap it might be.

"Maybe." He pulls out five bucks and slides it to Bruno over the table. While he does, Agnes poofs into existence behind her, making the wolf jump a little.

"I'm sure you wanted to. You don't exactly keep your journal well-hidden when you write entries, do you?" She giggles that psychopathic laugh of hers. 

"I've told you so many times to stay out of my room, you little creep! What were you doing there, anyways?" Enid asks, curious as to why she had gone snooping. "When I write in my journal I always make sure Wednesday's not there." 

"She actually sent me to check on you. I wonder why... Maybe you shoulder read her diary." The lycan must look perplexed at the revelation that Wednesday Addams has a diary. "I've read it, so maybe you should look into that. Thing will help you; he supports these rumours and you know how much he loves gossip." The ginger girl winks and disappears again, leaving Enid alone with her thoughts. She didn't want to snoop, but... should she?

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The lycan is sprawled out on her colourful bed, teddies surrounding her while she stares up at the ceiling. The blandness of it does not represent the state of her mind. She can't stop thinking about what Agnes had said about Wednesday's journal. She would have never even guessed that someone as mysterious as her roommate would even have one. And right now seemed like the perfect time to have a little peek into the fragments of the raven's mind, seeing as she'd gone somewhere with the ginger psycho and left Thing with her.

"Hey, Thing." She gets up and taps on his little house-box thing. "I need your help finding Wednesday's diary." The little doorway almost immediately flies open, and he gestures for Enid to pick him up, and so she does. The hand points at the psychic's desk, which currently only had her typewriter and a few pages of blank paper on it. He does a few signs in her hand: Look in the third drawer down on the right-hand side.

When she attempts to open it, it resists, no matter how hard she tries (but she can't try too hard, or it would break and Wednesday would know that she had been sneaking around with her belongings). "Damn it. Can you pick it?" Thing gives her a thumbs-up, and then somehow sticks his pinkie nail into the lock, twists it around a little bit and finally... "Thank you so much, Thing! You can go back now if you want to." He nods the stump of his hand, and then scrambles back into his little home.

Her eyes meet a black, leather notebook when she opens the drawer. She carefully picks it up, trying not to move any of the other little pens and trinkets in there while she takes it. After closing it, she retreats back to her bed, lying down and opening it up to the first—

Fuck.

Her heightened senses pick up her favourite monotone voice talking to that invisible girl. She hurries out of her bed, quickly putting the notebook back, and then she goes back to lying down, opening TikTok on her phone so it seemed more realistic. The drawer was definitely closed, and everything would be okay, and nobody would know that she had nearly looked into Wednesday's journal. She hadn't even gotten to read the first page.

"Hey, Weds." Finally being able to use the nickname that she had been thinking about for weeks felt amazing. It easily rolled off her tongue, just as easily as her real name. Then she realises that Agnes is here, smirking at the two words she had just said. The hectic moment from a few moments beforehand had made her forget about her roommate's other friend.

"Hello, Enid." She replies, eyeing up the ginger girl who is somehow taller than both of them. "How's Thing?" She asks, looking at her desk, specifically around the area of third drawer down on the right-hand side. 

"In his little house." The werewolf smiles, revealing her canines, wanting her to look at her lips. She would definitely be giving her something to write about, and she would love to see her come to terms with it. But what could she actually do other than just smile at her? It was a small step, but she needed something big. "What were you doing out?" 

"I did not want to stay in the confines of this dorm all day, with people making assumptions of what we do together." Knowing Wednesday, this translated into: 'I didn't want to be in here with you all day because it would be too awkward.' She seemed so confident with herself until the conversation needed to develop into something other than back-handed compliments and insults.

"Right... I forgot about that. We really need to set some boundaries, or like... Tell people we don't like it, right?" Enid asks, curiously looking at her to attempt to gauge her reaction. Really, though, what could she do to help things... progress? Because she was not about to actually talk to her about her feelings, especially because it was too risky to look into that journal. She sits up. "Agnes, why are you still here?" 

Somehow she's taller than them both, even though she is three years younger than them. It made her more unsettling, but Enid could not shake the thought that it might be jealousy invading her mind. She smiles freakily and disappears, and the wolf hears her little footsteps slowly going down the stairs after she closes the door behind her. A quick glance on her phone shows that it's late: 9pm. Usually they're expected to start going to bed around this time, and so she stands up, trying not to look at her roommate (it was really hard to accomplish this until she got her pyjamas and locked herself in the bathroom). 

After both of them have settled down for bed, and Enid is snuggled into her massive pile of colourful teddies, she almost instantly falls asleep while squeezing one in her arms.

As endearing as that wolf might be, she is extremely loud when she sleeps. That thought is the only thing Wednesday can conjure up. Her roommate's snoring interrupted her nightly five hours of sleep (except for Sundays, she needed at least ten, and Enid liked to say that Sundays were her hibernation day). "Enid." She says, in her usual monotone voice. "Enid." She groans. That girl could sleep through quite literally anything. 

"Enid." Her attempts are useless; she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. The raven stands up, and she goes over to the other bed. She'll take her colour pills later—she doesn't mind having to take them as long as she gets to stay close to her werewolf. She places a cautious hand on her shoulder, making sure to take it slow. The full moon would be tomorrow, and leading up to it (and sometimes after it), she had some nerves, and would accidentally lash out a little. 

She wakes up with a jump, and Wednesday can hear a little sound underneath the blankets which sounded like a sword unsheathing. "Oh, hi, Weds." Her talons instantly retract as soon as she realises it's her favourite person. She sits up a little, looking into her browny-black eyes, feeling butterflies start to appear in her stomach like when people mention chocolate around her: it affected her like a dog, and once she actually almost ate some—never mind, her thoughts were racing while seeing the pale-skinned girl in front of her. 

"I could drown in your eyes, you know." Wednesday says, gazing into the lycan's blue eyes. "Please stop snoring. I know it's these puppy dreams you have, but... please, mio lupo." She knew how to get to her, she really did.

"Fine. I-I'm sorry." Why did she have to compliment her like that? It just came from her mouth so easily. She was incredibly conscious of her cold hand still on her shoulder, but it was somehow so warm at the same time. "Oh, shit, don't you need to take some of your pills now?"

"Oh, yes, I do. It's okay." She pulls her hand back after a little hesitation, then retreats back to her side of the room, quickly popping a pill out of a little strip she always keeps by her bedside. Water isn't needed for Wednesday, since Enid knows she loves to chew the pill, seeing as the bitter taste was her favourite part. Just like her coffee order: no milk, no sugar, and a teaspoon of cocoa powder. It was an odd order, but it was her favourite, and the only reason she knew about it was only because she'd heard her asking for it in the Quad, of course.

"Good night." The lycan loves the sound of the raven's purring; she was like a black cat. She pulls her phone out, and turns the brightness down so that her eyes didn't get more assaulted than they already were in the first three seconds of being unlocked. Luckily, most of her apps were on dark mode, anyways. 

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

BROOOOO weds just woke me up cus i was snoring too loud

now shes snoring a little

shes purring like a black cat :)

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

did you read her journal :D

also YOU NEED TO TELL HER 

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

I CANT

i wanna give her smth to write about

but i didnt read it its tooooo risky 

what should i do??

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

hmmm

you could maybe just spend more time w/ her

OR you could ask her to fake date you or smth to 'tame the rumours'

heheh

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

thats smart icl

BUTTTT it might be awkward </3

OKAY GN I SHOULD GET SUM SLEEP

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

GNNN

She waits a little while before allowing herself to fall asleep, and eventually, it's the morning, and they are both well-rested. The sunlight streams through the large window, and the twittering of the birds outside meet her ears, which would normally be imperceptible to the average ear. Turning over in her bed, she sees Wednesday already sat at her desk, writing in a little black, leather book. "Good morning." Enid mumbles, seeing her slam the book shut and turn around awkwardly. "Do you want to go to the Quad and get coffee together?"

"That sounds acceptable. We can leave in... ten minutes?" She pulls out her pocket watch and then shuts it with a satisfying click, her eyes only leaving the werewolf's blue ones for a split second.

"Wait, what time is it?" Enid asks, wondering if she had slept—no, how long she had slept in for. The words 'twelve o'clock' leave her roommate's lips, and since it was a Saturday, that was honestly a pretty average time for her. "Oh, okay. Yeah, ten minutes is fine."

Once they are outside, they do attract a few odd looks, but it's probably for a lot of reasons: the rumours, the fact that they're in public together, and maybe even because Wednesday is smiling a little bit. Her dimples are hard to look away from, but as they approach the coffee van, Enid has to order for them (the raven didn't know Enid's off by heart—or maybe she did?): "Can I please get a black coffee with no sugar and a teaspoon of cocoa powder, and also a rainbow furracino with an extra squirt of steak sauce?" It was amazing that they had this at Nevermore now, especially because it was free. "Oh, and can I also get... hmmm... two of your potato waffles?"

"You... you know my order?" The psychic asks, looking at her in astonishment. Her pale hand brushes against the wolf's a little as she turns to her.

"Of course, but, um, only 'cus I've heard you ordering it before. Heightened senses, y'know?" The words spill out of her mouth before she can stop herself, and she kind of wants to just admit she pays attention to every little detail that Wednesday says, but if she tries to say anything like that, her throat practically closes up.

"Enid, your efforts towards lying are feeble at best. I've spent enough time with you to know when you aren't telling the truth." She looks deep into her eyes, trying to find the truth.

"Fine. I-I like paying attention to you, okay?" She smiles at the barista after taking her order and Wednesday takes hers, just while looking at them in her normal cold manner (which Enid had noticed that she does not look at her in such a harsh way). They sit down next to each other, with people still staring at them. 

"You don't have to lie to me, mio lupo. I hope you know that. And I also hope you know that I could drown in your eyes." How the hell could she compliment her so easily? She was supposed to be that socially awkward girl who couldn't actually hold a meaningful conversation—at least, that was what Enid thought she was when they'd met, and now look at this: she was fucking around with her too easily, and she was letting her, because honestly? She was completely okay with it.

As soon as the lycan breaks their gaze, she nibbles on one of her waffles, trying to keep her eyes away from her smirk, and her lips, and those dimples. Every single time she glanced in her girl's direction, she could almost swear that her smirk grew just a little wider. Nobody else would notice, but with Wednesday, she was a little more attentive, but only because they were best friends. "So, um, do you have any plans for today?"

"I was thinking about going to Jericho." She says, taking a sip of her coffee. Enid had always wanted to try it. Something so bitter, and yet so sweet (maybe). It was eerily similar to her roommate, now that she thought about it.

"With Agnes?" The two bitter words leave her mouth, but it's easy to assume that she'd be going with that psycho. It felt like she was pulling Wednesday away from her, even though wolves and ravens were meant to form unbreakable bonds—but this could just be a rough spot?

"No. You." She reciprocates her two-word sentence with ease, saying it so casually when the undertones clearly weren't.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" The lycan furrows her eyebrows in concern. "The rumours might get worse."

"I know, but we don't spend enough time together because of them. What others think shouldn't hold us back." She shakes her cup to see how much is left, letting out a little sigh when only a little bit of liquid seems to swirl around in it. Enid brushes the waffle crumbs off her hands, and wipes them on a tissue that they gave her with them. She slurps down whatever is left of her furracino (half the cup), and licks her canines in a satisfied manner. "I still don't get how you do that." She says while staring at her empty cup.

"It's just dog, or wolf stuff, I guess. Are you jealous, Weds?" She giggles a little. "Can I please try your coffee? I've been wanting to for ages." Her eyes have that puppy-dog look about them, and how can she refuse when she's looking at her like that?

"You can finish it if you want to." She offers her the cup, and she chugs down the last few sips, widening her eyes at the taste.

"Shit, this is so good! How did you figure it—" She is interrupted by a fit of coughing. The dog manages to mumble: "I-is cocoa technically choc-chocolate?" She asks, holding her stomach, in too much pain to use her common sense.

"Yes. But since you're technically only part-canine, you should be fine, mio lupo." She puts their cups in the bin, and helps her to her feet, and all the way up the many flights of stairs to their dorm. When Enid is finally collapsed and sniffling and coughing on her bed, before she knows it, Wednesday has brought her a cup of water and some of the emergency pills that Enid keeps on her desk for chocolate-based situations like this. "Here, sit up." 

"Thank you." She manages to say after swallowing her tablet. She can feel her roommate's hand on her back, supporting her, just to make sure she doesn't fall back again. She looks up at her, smiling, her little, sharp sticking out a little. The raven can feel Enid's warm breath on her face, and although she loves being cold, it feels good to have somebody close to her. But, of course, friends should be close to each other, right? "What are your plans now?" She lets out a small giggle.

"I will still go to Jericho, but I'll be back soon, trust me. Just go to sleep for a little while." Wednesday carefully moves her arm out of the way, and she sets Enid down gently. 

"See you soon." She lies down in bed, and waits for the psychic to leave until she pulls out her phone. 

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

weds is looking after me :)

i accidentally had cocoa and shes being so sweet

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

you're describing her as SWEET

really?

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

yes

anyways im getting some sleep

she's gone to jericho and she said she'll be back soon

byeee

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

good luck with ur girl

;)

Enid smiles, and tucks her phone under her pillow, and falls asleep after a little while of sniffling and coughing. And her nightmares? They always happened when she was sick, and they were also much, much worse when she was ill.

Tyler's Hyde form is pinning Wednesday up against the tree. Enid runs there, trying to transform into a werewolf for her, but it just isn't working. Come on, she's thinking. Don't prove mom right. Don't be a disappointment. And then... she sees claws meet flesh. Her girl's face is slashed, and she can't save her. Tyler runs away, with Sherriff Galpin calling him to come back, trying to chase him. She holds Wednesday in her arms one last time, but also for the first time. She mutters that she'll never stop loving her, and Wednesday says the same. A dream within a nightmare: how strange. 

She jolts awake, sitting up suddenly. "Enid, what happened?" Her eyes are full of tears, so it isn't like she can lie to her, and besides, apparently her roommate could see through her dishonesty. "It's okay." She sits down cautiously beside her, gazing into her eyes. Her arm twitches a little, as if she was about to comfort her.

"I had a nightmare again. I-I couldn't save you from Tyler, and you died." Her bedsheets seemed very interesting to her. "It's stupid, I know." She says, a tear slowly running down her cheek.

"It is not stupid. Tyler is locked in Willow Hill, and he can't hurt us anymore." Us? Enid closes her eyes, trying to get in control of her dumb feelings. A hand seems to have made its way to her face, and it brushes away the stray droplet of water. It gets retracted almost as quickly when her blue eyes widen at the sudden physical contact. It was strange for her to do that, but the lycan really didn't mind it. 

"Us?" She whispered the word, and the silence was almost deafening in the time it took for her roommate to think of an answer. 

"Do you not think of us as..." Her eyes drift away to look down at her feet. "...friends?" She knows that wasn't what she was going to say, but the werewolf was too scared to admit it too.

"No, I thought we were best friends." A little smile decorates her face, but every single fibre of her being knows that this thing between them is wrong. Or was that just what her mom had wanted her to think by raising her and her brothers as Christians who knew exactly what was a sin, what was dirty and disgusting? 

"I knew it." Her monotone voice interrupts her inner monologue, but she had to admit it, there was just something about it that made her listen to it whether she wanted to or not. "Do you want to get some more rest? I can leave you alone. But if you have any more nightmares, I will be here."

"Thank you." That is all she can manage to say. "What time is it? I feel exhausted." 

"It's five o'clock. Dinner is in a little while. I sneak it out for you if you want me to." She puts her pocket watch back into her joggers as she finishes the sentence. "I know your usual comfort order, although it is a bit childish."

"Chicken nuggets and fries is childish? It's a universally appreciated culinary wonder, thank you very much." Her scrunched-up face was even more adorable to the pale girl, but she couldn't just say that. She'd already told her that she could 'drown in her eyes', and if she used more than one compliment a day, it might look a little suspicious.

"Finally picking up on my elegant vocabulary, Sinclair?" That damn smirk again. It was small but she just couldn't stop looking at it.

"Maybe I am. Anyways, go. Ketchup on the side, okay?" She needs to get her out of this dorm room so she can text Agnes, because Wednesday knew exactly what she was doing by using her last name. It wasn't her calling her 'my wolf' this time, but it might as well have been. The braided girl stands up, not breaking eye contact until she has to turn around and leave. Of course, she doesn't say bye. She prefers the awkward silence.

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

omd

she just called me by my fucking last name

WHAT IS SHE DOING TO ME

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

someones in looooveeeeee

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

i can't though

i'm meant to be a christian

my mom told me that dating girls is disgusting n wrong

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

why tf should love be wrong???

if you love someone then love them and u cant change that

be yourself enid (speaking of that are you gay or bi or pan or what)

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

hmmmm

i was thinking bi but i don't see myself with a guy unless my mom finds out about this

so probably lesbian :O

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

:]

thats cool

whatever you are me and wednesday will support you

especially wednesday hehehe

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

should i call her addams

see what it does to her

who knows maybe she'll write abt it

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

bro is plotting 

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

i deadass might do the fake dating thing...

how do i tell her :'[

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

bring up the rumours

'hey weds yk the rumours we can maybe tame them a lil'

'how'

'dating, but fake'

SIMPLEEEE

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

if she does like me she won't care that people will still stare at us..

i like this idea

THANK YOU LIL PSYCHO

disappearingact     @agnesdemille

good luck with miss addams 

hehe

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

o7

She didn't realise how long the conversation had gone on for. She could already hear Wednesday sneaking up the stairs. Most people wouldn't notice but, of course, Enid could hear.

"I'm back. Don't even ask why the plate looks like it's been stoned." This made for quite the interesting dinner conversation.

Chapter Text

"My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear."—Psalms 38:4

Her health is back to normal, and yet her mind cannot rest. The other girl is sat at the desk, clicking away at her typewriter, working on her novel. "Weds? I know how to help the rumours." Any other wolf would be able to hear her heart beating from a mile away. The clicking stops, and she turns her pale face around to look at the lycan lying down. A little head nod was her indicator to carry on. "We should date. Well, not actually date, but, like fake it. It might help, since people will think we're really together." This wasn't okay. And Wednesday was going to say no, because she knew it too.

"That sounds acceptable." She keeps her eagerness well-contained, but Enid knows her too well. She had just done that little twitch with her lips. "How exactly do we pretend to be together?"

"Simple. Hand-holding and stuff like that. More star-gazing, picnics, fake dates." She smiles before her next sentence, getting ready for another possible lip twitch. "I can wear black and white clothes so that you don't need to take the pills." She was right, and she sees a little movement on the left side of her lips.

"Do you even have any?" The raven asks, not knowing that whenever her wolf had seen something black and white that she liked, she bought it in hope that a moment like this would come—and it finally had. "I can give you some if you want me to."

"Addams, did you really just ask me to wear your clothes?" The smile on her face is painful to stretch out, because the second the words left her mouth, she knew that she should not have said them. What would her mom think? What would God think? Leviticus 18:22 and 20:13 both went directly against filthy people like her (she had been made to memorise those). Maybe those verses were right and she was just an abomination.

"Maybe I did. And the offer still stands." The faintest expression of bashfulness was etched on her face. The usage of her last name had clearly had some effect on her. 

"It's fine, I'll wear mine." Her voice is tender while she still thinks about the wrongness of the moment. "Do you want to go to the Quad again? This time, I won't try your coffee though."

"Yes. We can leave in fifteen minutes if you'd like."

Fifteen short minutes later, they are holding hands, walking down to the Quad. A lot of whispering and strange looks were thrown around, and it might have been because of many things: them holding hands, or Enid replacing her flamboyant clothes to Wednesday-style, dull ones. A boy sees them coming and he immediately turns the opposite way. "Is that the boy who said all those horrible things about me?"

"Yes, but unfortunately his wounds seem to have healed." The psychic genuinely sounded disgruntled, or maybe upset with herself that she's not given him any new marks. It didn't matter; he had learnt his lesson, and now they were together. Well, they could never really be together, so this was as close as they could get. Her cold hand was actually nice to hold onto. Maybe she thought the same of the lycan's warm hand. "I should give him some fresh ones."

"No, it's okay, he seems like he's learnt his lesson." She squeezes her hand gently, which would hopefully draw her mind away from that boy. "Do you want me to get your coffee?" She nods at her, and Enid goes up to the little van. "Please can I have a black coffee with no sugar and a teaspoon of cocoa powder, and also a rainbow furracino with two extra squirts of your strongest steak sauce? I had a little run-in with chocolate, so I need some energy. I read about it online!" Was she being too happy? She always did this when something was bothering her, and there was definitely something stuck in her head.

"Alright. Two minutes." She waits patiently, hoping that the sauce won't overpower the sweet taste of her furracino. It turns out it's the perfect balance of everything; she should have it more often.

"Weds, I got two squirts of the strongest steak sauce, and it tasted so good!" Maybe she was being a little extra—even Wednesday had an odd look in her eyes, and this time it wasn't directed towards any immature teenage boys.

"Are you okay? You aren't behaving like usual." She places a hand on her arm, and for a second her brain short-circuits before she realises that they're faking. Leviticus 20:13. Leviticus 18:22. Come on. Remember. She shouldn't have done this, but she's roped in now. She has to find some kind of way to get out of this, or at least some actual coping mechanism other than reciting scripture in her head.

"I'm fine. Hey, do you want to go to a party? It'll really convince people, right?" Enid was well aware that at most parties, there was alcohol. And she was looking forward to it. "Please?" Her puppy-dog eyes come out.

"You're going anyways, right?" Wednesday says, which is met by a quick head nod by her wolf. "I suppose I should be there with you then." She sighs, her shoulders relaxing a little. "Where, when, who?"

"It's that place near the old greenhouse, it starts at 9:00 o'clock tonight, and it's gonna be the Nightshades and just a few other people. There will be some music, but it should be pretty chill." Not informing her of everything at first was silly; she knew that Weds preferred to know what would be going on before the event. It was around four o'clock, so they still had some time to pick outfits, but Enid would probably wear something black and white anyways, so that her roommate didn't need to take any pills.

"Okay. Can we get back to our room? I need to mentally prepare myself for this." The lycan nods yet again, and she's pretty sure that even she will need to get ready for the vexatious rumours that will be conjured up after tonight, no matter what events occurred.

The lights are flashing, and there is a table with drinks lined up. Nobody would spike them—they all loved Nevermore, and if word got out about something like that, the school might get shut down since they are all minors. It's half nine, and it isn't too crowded; there's the amount of people you would expect at a regular house party, but maybe a handful less.

"See? Not too loud, right?" She squeezes her raven's Wednesday's hand. "We can go back in a little while." The werewolf approaches the table, chugging down two whole cups of... beer? Well, some kind of alcohol. Nobody would care as much about alcohol. 

"Slow down, mio lupo." She takes the fourth drink away from her, but it honestly tastes way better than it did when she'd tried a little sip as a kid. It was her first time drinking this much booze. Technically, small swigs didn't count anyways. She doesn't feel like it's very real, but she goes into some random room for a little while with Wednesday, and she gives her water. Actually, she tries to give her water. Enid only accepts a few mouthfuls. "Please, drink water."

"I'm fiiiiine." Her body feels light while she giggles and slurs the words, pushing the bottle away. "You know, I really wanna read you journal. I saw you writing in it, remember?"

"What? No, that was different." Thank God that I didn't leave her, or she would have been this drunk—or worse—by herself. 

"Enid, c'mon, we're doing seven minutes in Heaven." Yoko stumbles in, smiling when she sees them both together.

"OOOOOO! Come on, Wednesday." She stands up, accidentally taking advantage of her werewolf strength by dragging her girl along. Who cares what the Bible says? 

"If you're dating you can't sit next to each other because then you probably won't spin and get your girlfriend." Bianca tells Enid, who staggers to the other side of the circle and sits down unsteadily.

"I'll go first!" Enid collapses onto the bottle, her vision a little blurry while she tries to find it. Finally, she manages to, and gives it a spin. It goes on for quite a while. But it lands on Wednesday. "C'mon, time to go back into the closet." She can hardly get up because of how much she's giggling. The raven helps her stand and goes into the closet with her, and they play the music louder outside so that nobody can hear them. 

"Enid, stop it. You're drunk." She pushes her away when she tries to lean in, but she holds onto her waist regardless. 

"Please?" Her voice is gentle now, because this might be her only chance. Her girl nods, and she kisses her. They part and they press their heads together, noses perfectly fitting against each other. "I love you, Wednesday."

"You don't mean that, mio lupo." She pulls away, stepping back. "We need to leave. You aren't okay." Enid lets out a little whine and stumbles towards her girl. 

"Okaaaaaaay." She throws her head back like a child, and they go out of the closet.

"We're leaving, she's too drunk. Bye, everybody." Wednesday drags her out of there, and the fresh air feels good on her face. Then she pulls away from the raven, crawls over to the bushes, and throws up. She can't really remember much else when she passes out.

She wakes up, and she's till in last night's clothes, tucked into bed. Her head is pounding. She looks over at her bedside table, sees a glass of water, and finishes it all in less than ten seconds. As soon as she sits up, she remembers what happened. She kissed the psychic, and she said she loved her. Why did she do that? Was she not thinking about the Bi—she was. She recollected a very specific thought: 'Who cares what the Bible said?'. 

The raven isn't here right now, and so she pulls her phone out.

whereiswolf:P      @pawsclaws

last night were u there at the party

disappearingact      @agnesdemille

yeah

i saw you and wednesday leave after spin the bottle

you okay?

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

hungover af

but we kissed last night and i said i loved her

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

isnt that a good thing?

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

no 

im not meant to be doing this.

its wrong 

we're both girls what the fuck am i doing

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

SHUT UP

talk to her

or i will tell her to talk to you.

invisibly following her rn

whereiswolf:P      @pawsnclaws

DONT YOU DARE.

disappearingact      @agnesdemille

🤭

She slides her phone under her pillow, dreading what conversation might happen next. So she does what everyone does when everything goes to shit. She sleeps.

"Enid, wake up." Wednesday is standing over her, her deadpan face looking serious. Agnes must have told her. The lycan turns away, trying to avoid gazing up at her. "Look at me." She says softly.

"What is it?" She sits up, and her hair is definitely a rat's nest, but she tries to look serious. "What do you want?"

"Why are you being like this?" Her voice quivers a little. "Last night—" Her sentence is cut off.

"It doesn't matter what happened last night. It should stay in that stupid closet." She wanted to forget everything from yesterday. It was the first time she had kissed a girl, and she would make sure that it would be the last. She hears her roommate whisper, and ask why she's being so distant. "Distant? Really? Did Agnes not tell you the reason?" It's the most bitter she has ever heard herself sound.

"No, and I didn't want her to. I need to hear it from you, mio lupo." God, why did she have to call her that? It made what she was about to do so much harder.

"Don't call me that." She feels like she's back in wolf form, growling at anyone who passes by the Lupin cages. The full moon was tonight, but she knew that wasn't the issue. "Two girls aren't supposed to be together. It says in the Bible that we're abominations for that."

"The Bible is wrong. There is nothing filthy about love. Speaking of love, this was supposed to be fake. You said you loved me last night." Her attempts at this would usually console Enid, but it didn't seem to be working.

"I WAS DRUNK!" She yells, tears forming in her blue eyes. "YOU SAID I DIDN'T MEAN IT AND IF I WAS THINKING STRAIGHT I WOULDN'T HAVE SAID IT AT ALL!"

For once the wolf sees her roommate show a little emotion. She looks her dead in the eyes, and leaves. No 'bye', no other words. She just left. Was it wrong for her to lash out? God wouldn't do it. Religion felt too much like a constraint right now. But her mom had raised her Christian. She didn't know any other ways of living. Where would she put her faith?

She brings her knees up to her chest and sobs into them. She lets out a scream almost like a wolf's howl that even she didn't know she was capable of. Everything sucks. Life sucks. It was so confusing, and so shit, but it was so strangely wonderful at the same time when moments like what happened last night occurred. She sets an alarm for ten o'clock on her phone, since around that time was when she normally wolfed out. And then, she just sleeps again, not even bothering to wipe away her tears.

The alarm wakes her up, and she sees Wednesday with her journal, but she doesn't care to say anything to her. That was probably the end of everything: the end of their friendship, their fake relationship, and any molecule of love they had for each other. Her bag for the Lupin cages is already packed, and it has been a while since she has had to go by herself. Normally, the raven would come with her, pass her clothes through the bars, that kind of thing. This time was much more different, and Enid leaves without even turning around.

She stumbles into her cage, and it clicks shut behind her. Almost instantly, her bones begin to snap and bend, and the grey fur begins coming out from her pores, ripping her clothes off while she screams louder than she ever has in agony. While in wolf form, she remembers that the first time Wednesday had seen her, really seen her (not like a little snapshot from last year's transformation), she had called her magnificent. But nobody was here now to say that. Nobody was here to calm her down if she started lashing out, and nobody was here to stroke her snout like the one time her girl her roommate had.

She lets out a howl and begins thrashing around the cage. Banging into the bars, trying to get out to see her. This would hurt a lot in human form, but she needed to get out. Why? She wasn't very sure. When she finally stops, her injuries throb even while in this form, so she can only imagine the pain she'll be in soon. She would be fine, surely. She collapses, whining like a pup. Because that was all she was. A little dog. When she finally transforms back into a human, she can barely put her clothes on without the blooming bruises and cuts on her arms and legs and everywhere stinging. She didn't pack plasters this time. 

After a very long journey back up the stairs, she crawls to the plasters and bandages on her nightstand. She puts them everywhere, until all the cuts are covered. Her whimpers get her roommate to turn around, but Enid doesn't look at her. She opens the camera app on her phone, and sees a couple of cuts on her face, so she gets those covered up as well. People thought that being a werewolf was so cool, but they never saw this side of it. "Enid?" Her voice is tender, just like when she had helped her get through a similar situation. "Let me just talk to you." 

"Fine." She plops onto her bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and looking at the raven for the first time in hours. "Carry on." She winces as she speaks, her whole jaw aching from when she had bitten the cage's metal bars.

"I just wanted to say one thing. You are not an abomination. You are a wonderful person, and your wolf form is just as transcendent." She looks like she wants to stand up, and to come over to her, but she knows that she shouldn't. But Enid wanted it so badly, she wanted to be held by her, she wanted her so badly. Love couldn't really be that wrong; maybe Wednesday was right. The lycan needed her to be right (or maybe they just needed each other?). She turns away, her heart racing as fast as her thoughts.

"Maybe we keep it fake, then? So that the rumours don't explode again." She laughs a little, then doubles over, clutching her ribcage in pure agony. Well, not clutching, more like holding, since that would hurt too much. Her puppy whimpers come out again, and she feels a drop of water run down her cheek. She's aware of the pale girl coming over to her, but she doesn't touch her. 

"It's okay, just get some good rest, mio lupo." She scans over her, wincing a little herself at the extent of the injuries. "Did you do this because of me?" A sudden sadness appears in her browny-black eyes, afraid that she had hurt herself because of what had been said. But, that was what had happened. Instead of saying anything, she puts her head in-between her knees, and starts bawling her eyes out, whimpering, and sniffling.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I just lost control, a-and I was thinking about it all, and I just couldn't sit there, and the cage felt so small, and I just couldn't think of anything else to do." She splutters it all out. "I'm so sorry." 

"Why are you apologising? This isn't your fault." Her eyes have a million thoughts in them, trying to figure out what to say to her. Comforting people was no her strong suit, but it was comforting to know she was actually trying. "Here, I will help you." She sets her down in the bed, giving her one of her teddies by grabbing the label, and even tucks her in. "Good night."

"Good night." And she isn't awoken even once. She knows she snores too much after full moons, and especially when she's hurt, but it seems like she's been given an 'I-feel-bad-but-can't-say-sorry' pass for tonight.

Chapter Text

Her whole body aches in the morning, and it is much worse than the time she fought Tyler on Wednesday. And this time, it was also about her roommate. How funny. But it was kind of a blessing in disguise, since they basically resolved their argument. She looks up and over at her, still asleep in her bed. She probably didn't get enough sleep last night because of Enid's snoring, but even the wolf was still tired.

She wants to be close to her, so she changes into something black, being cautious of her plasters, and she brings a couple of blankets and a pillow over, and falls asleep again on the floor right next to the raven's bed. She would never tell her this, but she found her smell quite comforting—it consisted of ink and a slightly corpse-like scent, but it wasn't that bad. Sometimes it would change into something unexplainable, but it was somehow different from her usual aroma, and it normally was when they were close.

When the wolf finally manages to fall asleep on the cold, wooden floor, she is almost instantly awoken again when Wednesday wakes her up, not touching her (what a smart girl, she remembered that she was injured). "Why are you on our floor?" She's crouched down to her level, and she doesn't have her braids done. Her hair is down again. It's so curly, and it makes her look more angelic than she does on a daily basis.

"I just wanted to be near you." She can't look away from her face. But she needed to remember that this was okay, and that it was right. "Did my snoring wake you up in the night? 'Cus you don't normally sleep at this time of the morning." 

"Well, yes. But that was a one-time affair, Sinclair. Don't take my gratitude lightly." She stands up, and though it is out of character for her, she offers her a hand to stand up, and of course, the werewolf takes it. The touch lingers for a moment too long, but it was probably a mistake. 

"So, do you want to go on another star-gazing picnic? That could be fun." Her suggestion brings a small smile to her roommate's face. "This time, you have to get the food. No chocolate though." A grin that brings out her canines meets her face.

"Of course, mio lupo." She finally manages to drag her eyes away from her pale face, and it turns to something else: her pocket watch. She was wearing it as a necklace, and since it was silver, it suited her far too well. She holds it in her hand, and she can feel the raven's breath while she presses the button and looks into it. She clicks it shut.

"That's cool." She picks up her blankets and the pillow and heads back to the other side of the room. What she had just done was very risky, but now that she knew it wasn't really wrong, wasn't it worth taking a few chances? "Same sandwiches as last time?" She dumps the blankets back onto the foot of her bed, and replaces the pillow at the top amongst her mountain of teddies and plushies.

"Yes, I'll go to Jericho soon to collect them. I'm getting coffee soon; do you want to come with me?" It was nice of her to offer, and Enid wants to come, but her wounds... Fuck it. 

"Yeah, sure. Let me get dressed and stuff."

"Can I have—" The lycan is cut off by the barista, who knows their orders off by heart now.

"I know, I know. Do you want the extra-strong steak sauce?" She nods, and she notices a little change in Wednesday's scent. It was that one she got when they had physical contact, just like they had now with their hands clamped together. After a couple of minutes of waiting, they get their orders, and it has never tasted better to Enid. It was practically her comfort drink now, so of course it would be even more enjoyable when she was injured. 

They sit down at a table near enough to the Nightshades and the others for them to be able to converse without shouting, but that also means they are in the midst of people who love to make everything awkward. "Are we going to talk about yesterday?" The monotone voice seems to have been abandoned for something much softer.

"Do we have to?" She mumbles, sipping on her furracino and desperately avoiding eye contact with her. "I'm fine now."

"You do not recover from things like that overnight." She leans in, looking at her. And not just looking, really looking, like she was staring into her soul and picking out the broken parts so that she could help her. But even if she is that poetic, she wasn't that comforting, unless she is trying to change for Enid. "I'm not just talking about the visible defacement." Her browny-black eyes drift to the plasters covering her arms and face.

"Do you think I can take them off now?" She says, trying to change the subject as quickly as she can, trying to pivot the conversation.

"Give it another hour, and I'll help. And stop avoiding talking to me, mio lupo. I am quite concerned about you." Her eyes soften, and she is still looking deep into her. "I know that it is not as easy as I am making it sound, but please, please just attempt to."

"I don't know what to tell you, except that what you said last night helped." But her words won't help again, because Parents' Weekend is literally tomorrow, and her mom would come, and she would see her and Wednesday, and all the progress she had been making to accept herself would be reset entirely. "You know what's tomorrow though, don't you?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but please stay away from your mother. My family will take you in, and when it is time for the holidays, you can come to my house." She sounds desperate to keep her away from her mom, but honestly, Enid couldn't blame her. "If she tries anything with you..."

"I know, I know. I'll come to you. I promise." The smile she gives her is finally a genuine one.

"Ow!" She winces as Wednesday slowly pulls another plaster off. The bandages weren't that bad, of course, but they were the real issue. She was doing it slowly, since literally ripping them off (like that one saying) would hurt like hell, and it would be even worse than taking them off how she currently was.

"Here, it's the last one." She takes it off while Enid closes her eyes, getting ready for the last twinge of pain. "There, all done." 

"Thank you." She looks down at her battered arms, and she knows that being a wolf won't let her heal as fast this time: damage to this extent and damage done in her wolf form would stay for a regular amount of time. She pulls her raven forward, and opens the pocket watch. It's 4:18. "You should probably go. The shuttle stops at 5." She clicks the watch shut, and looks down at her arms again, still amazed by how many wounds there are. 

"We can sneak out at 6. Everyone will be at dinner and the sun sets a little earlier now. Same spot as last time?" The wolf nods, suddenly aware of how close they are when her scent changes by a fraction. Wednesday leaves, Thing balancing on her shoulder, and Enid can hear him tapping something as they go down the stairs.

She lies down on her bed, and she pulls out her phone to update Agnes.

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws

me and weds are going star-gazing again!!

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

ooooo

kiss kiss kiss kiss

whereiswolf:P     @pawsnclaws 

only if she wants to 

but i think we are keeping things fake 4 now

ugh i dont wanna see my mom tmr

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

parents suck trust me ik

we can both chill with wednesdays parents 💔

whereiswolf:P      @pawsnclaws

WEDS IS BACK 

I CSN HEAR HER COMING UP THE STAIRS

OKAY I GTG

BYEEEEEE

disappearingact      @agnesdemille

GOOD LUCK‼️

"Hi, um, did you get everything?" She says, putting her phone down and sitting up to look at the raven. 

"Yes, and I got us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too." She holds up the bag, offering it to Enid, who takes it gratefully, and she goes through it, looking at their haul of sandwiches and other little snacks (like cookies). "It's around six now. Everyone will be heading to dinner; should we go?"

"Yeah, sure." They climb down the stairs, and the werewolf bangs her foot on one of them, and lets out a little yelp. "Sorry." She whispers, stopping at the last set of stairs. 

"Don't worry." After smiling a little at the raven, Enid starts heading down the stairs, while Wednesday jumps effortlessly down like she had done just a week or two ago, since the lycan is holding their food bag.

"Showing off again? There's no need." She really wants to tell her that she is impressive enough already, but they had just agreed to keep it fake.

"Someone has to keep you entertained, Sinclair." The psychic begins to walk to their little clearing, and a stunned wolf happily follows. "The sun is setting already, look." The sky looks beautiful: it's pink and orange and red all at the same time, and it makes the werewolf just want to sit down and eat here, but she knows that being surrounded by flowers will be much more fun, especially because they will be able to see the stars better.

Eventually, they arrive, and the clearing looks just as good as it did when they first came here. Enid pulls a picnic blanket out, and she lays it down, putting the containers with the sandwiches on it too. The wolf inhales three straight away, and then sighs in satisfaction. Meanwhile, Wednesday hasn't even finished her first one, and has only nibbled on a singular triangle. They eat in silence, and when they're done, they lie down just like last time, looking up at the stars shining.

"Do you see any constellations?" She asks, turning her head towards the raven. 

"That's Orion." She gently takes Enid's hand, guiding her to where exactly the constellation was located in the inky sky. "Can you see it? The figure that looks like it is holding a bow?" Her voice is soft, just like her touch on the lycan's arm.

"Yeah, I-I can see it." Her breath hitches in her throat just as Wednesday returns her arm to her side, but she moves her grip to her hand instead. Except for last year's hug, she had never received this much physical contact from her. Something was up, or maybe she did like her? Or maybe she was just being delusional about her intentions.

Her senses suddenly pick up a faint rustling behind them, and she darts up, looking at the bushes and the willow trees, hoping that nobody had seen them. Unless it was one of those stupid Vanishers (she could only hear them, and their scent disappeared when they did). "What is it?" She gets up on her knees next to the short-haired girl. "Did you hear something?"

"Yeah, but it's probably nothing." She feels so empty without the cold embrace of Wednesday's pale hand. "It's kind of late, we should get going."

Before she falls asleep, she checks her phone, and her messages with Agnes.

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

so...

i suppose you havent seen this picture? 📎

whereiswolf:P      @pawsnclaws

is that me and weds holding hands

i mean to be fair we were doing that last night

on our star-gazing date 

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

i think everyone has seen it 

more fake dating propaganda i guess 💔

whereiswolf:P      @pawsnclaws

yep

im gonna tell wednesday

byebye and good night

disappearingact      @agnesdemille 

byeeee

gn

"Wednesday?" She says, turning over and putting her phone back under her pillow, feeling a little piece of paper under it. It was probably nothing, she could check it later. "You know the sound I heard? How I said it was nothing? Well... someone took a picture of us."

"Well, that is unfortunate." Her monotone voice doesn't sound very upset about it, and she doesn't sound like it is very unfortunate at all. "It will be fine. We wanted people to... to think that we are together, no?" She sounds very hesitant.

"I guess. But it's weird that someone was following us, right?" She can barely see her face, but in the light of the half-moon outside, it is just scarcely visible. 

"Yes. Now, shhh. I need my four hours of sleep, mio lupo." She follows the instructions quite well, nuzzling into her pillow, and waiting until she can hear the black cat purring before she falls asleep. 

When she wakes up, she finds that Wednesday is still asleep, even though it is nearly 9:30. She goes over to her, crouching next to the bed. "Weds? It's late." She wakes up with a jolts, sitting up so suddenly that it's like she has triggered a vision. 

"Enid?" She looks over at her, relief passing over her face. "Thank God." She's breathing heavily, and she seems really terrified. Maybe she is having a panic attack? The wolf rolls up her pink sleeves, careful not to accidentally touch her with them, and then she puts her hands on her shoulders. 

"It's okay, I'm here." She looks into her eyes, wondering what the fuck she might have seen to make her this terrified. And she had called out for Enid first. When her breathing slows down to a usual pace, she asks her a question: "What happened?"

"Someone dared to utter something derogatory about you, and of course, I attempted to teach them a lesson. But I couldn't, and they got the better of me, and they almost killed me, and said you were next." She looks away, as if her nightmare was silly, or unimportant, but she had dreamt of protecting her, and that was the most important thing the wolf had ever felt to anybody. 

"Well, it wasn't real. You're here now, and it's all okay. I am okay, and you are, too. We are both alive." Her words seem to calm her down, but it doesn't erase Enid's concerns. And one thing she is even more concerned about, one thing that she had a bad feeling about: the fact that her mom might find that picture. She was a Facebook parent, and that picture was literally of Nevermore's biggest 'couple', and there was no way that she wouldn't see it. If she didn't, it would be the luckiest moment of the lycan's entire life.

"Thank you." Her breathing is stable now. She removes her hands from the other girl's shoulders before standing up and going back to her bed. "Remember, if your mother tries anything—"

"I'll come to you, Wednesday. I promise. She can't do anything to me while I'm here." She's just about short enough to swing her feet while she is sitting down on her bed. Her mom would not be able to hurt her anymore, not while the raven was here for her.

Chapter Text

"Hi, mom." The lycan's smile is wide, hiding her worries. "How was the drive?"

"Hello, Enid. It was... long." She eyes her suspiciously, clearly preoccupied. "How has school been?"

"Boring. The usual, y'know?" Her mom was the type to get on issues quickly, so if she had seen the picture, she would have been hearing about it real quick.

"Any boyfriends?" She asks, a wry smile decorating her face. "Or girlfriends? I saw the picture, Enid. I know about your... your relationship with your roommate."

"So what?" The lycan crosses her arms, ready to leave. Wow, not even two minutes into meeting her parents, and she was already about to go over to Wednesday.

"So, you know how I feel about this. I thought we raised you well! I thought you would be like me, and raise a pack, not have relations with a girl. And she isn't even a werewolf!" She takes a break to sigh. "Weren't you working towards not being such a disappointment?"

"I don't care what you think!" Enid walks away, and she can feel her mother's eyes laser-focused on her. She approaches the Addams family, and it doesn't look like Agnes is here yet.

"Oh, hello, Enid." Morticia's smile tells her everything—that picture must have been widespread. "Why are you not with your parents?" She asks after Gomez and Pugsley say hello.

"Well, my mom doesn't really approve of me, as she made very clear just now. I thought I'd be more welcome here." 

"Of course you are. Any special friend of Wednesday's is honoured here." Wednesday's father winks at Enid, smiling just as wide as his wife. 

"Thank you." The lump in her throat is large, but the wolf is used to holding back tears, however it was her first time holding back a waterfall while experiencing a warm feeling at the same time.

"My dear, families can be complex—I should know. You will always be favoured with us." Morticia tells her, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

"Excuse me. I... I need to go and check on something in our dorm." She smiles, stumbling off and up the stairs. She collapses onto her bed, crying. The teddy she always used to hold in her own home found its way into her arms to comfort her again, and to soak up all her feelings about her mom.

"Enid." A soft, monotone voice meets her ears from the door. "What happened with your mother?"

"She said that she thought I was raised well, and she called me a disappointment. It w-wouldn't be the first time though." She cries, face still buried into her little dog stuffed animal. Wednesday sits down next to her, and she helps her to sit up, but she does not release her hold on the dog. 

"She's wrong. Can you not see how perfect you are?" It seems like she realises what she has said only after the words have left her mouth. "I am going to have a word with her."

"Please don't. She might—"

"Enid." She puts a finger over her lips, her tone back to being soft, and her method of shushing her was very, very effective. "I will not let her hurt either of us. You are perfectly capable of protecting yourself, most likely from her too, but you need to trust me."

"Fine." The wolf says, removing Wednesday's finger herself. "Thank you." A small smile appears on her pale face while she stands up.

"I will see you soon. Stay here as long as you need to, mio lupo."

As she approaches Esther, she makes an effort not to make any noise. Maybe she needed a good scare. "Mrs Sinclair." She says, giving her a little jump as she turns around. 

"Oh, it's you." The way that she looks at her is in disgust, as if she were filth. "What do you want?"

"I came here to advise you not to speak ill of Enid. She is not a disappointment, and she is definitely not an embarrassment. You do not deserve her, especially when you treat her so poorly. I would also recommend that you do not fill her head with your bigoted ideas about who she should love." Before any response leaves her shrivelled-up mouth, the braided girl leaves, heading back up to the dorm to check on her girl (well, not hers yet).

"Oh, hi. You're back already?" Enid is in the same place that Wednesday had left her. "What did she say?"

"I made my point and I walked away. I didn't need to hear any of her fatuous, religious views about people such as us." Wednesday sits down next to her on the bed.

"I hope that she isn't pissed at me. I mean, she was already, but... You know what I mean." She leans her head on her shoulder.

"Mio lupo? I need to tell you something." The lycan hears her heartbeat suddenly go the fastest it has ever been. "You may have recently found a piece of paper underneath your pillow." Her voice is gentle, just like her arm around Enid's waist. "It is all of the things that I have found impossible to say aloud."

"I don't think I have." She is about to reach under the pillow, but Morticia enters. She hadn't heard her over the sound that she wanted to focus on: the psychic's voice. 

"Hello." She smiles at both of them, probably because they remind her of when she was younger with Gomez. "Would you like to come and join us for lunch?"

"Mother, must we?" She asks, frowning a little. It did look cute on her, though.

"You do not get a choice, Wednesday. I was asking Enid." Her gaze fixes on the short-haired girl, and her eyes drift down to her daughter's hand around her waist.

"I might stay here for a while. Just... My mom might start yelling at me in front of everybody." That wasn't the only reason. She had threatened to send her to conversion therapy before, and this might have been the tipping point. Since Enid was not 18 and didn't have proof that that would be what would really happen, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it if she were taken out of school.

"I understand. I will send Wednesday to come and check on you later, though I'm sure she will regardless." Morticia's smile is comforting, just like her daughter's when she did (her dimples were irresistible). The psychic stands up, unwrapping her arm from the werewolf's waist.

"Goodbye, Enid." She leaves with her mother, the height difference almost as funny as their own, even though the lycan was only a little taller. When she hears their steps retreat down the stairs, she pulls a piece of paper out from her pillow. Her handwriting is incredible: cursive, yet readable, and it had the faint smell of ink and roses on it, just like Wednesday's side of the room.

Enid,

Our "fake dating" arrangement has gone much too far. It was supposed to be harmless, perhaps even calm the rumours. We did argue because of it, and the wedge between us was removed after I realised my mistakes, and after I realised how much I hurt you, I recognised how much I care for you. 

After hearing about your mother, and how awful the things she put in your head were, it only felt right to give you this, even if you may not find it any time soon. Loving someone can never be wrong, especially when it is as pure as mine.

I want to end the façade, to be with you properly, and to support you as much as I can. I will not let you spend every single day wondering whether you are really a disappointment, and I will not let you spend every day asking yourself if what you feel is wrong. 

–W.A.

The letter almost brought her to tears. It was so honest, and she could see why the words were not possible to say out loud. Wednesday was the most poetic person she had ever met, and probably the most secretly affectionate person she had ever met. She understood why she couldn't express her feelings to her face. It was her fear of rejection, and Enid got it. She was scared that she would do something that her mom didn't like, and that she would lose her approval.

She puts it back under her pillow for safekeeping, and she knows that she will read it again and again whenever she needs it. And then she falls asleep. Hey, it was a better coping mechanism than other things.

"Wake up." A soft voice meets her ears, and she yawns just like a dog as she sits up. Wednesday is standing next to her. "Your mother was at lunch, and she looked just as shrivelled-up as she did earlier."

"She always does." She rubs her eyes, the memories from earlier coming back to her. "Oh, I... I read the letter." She moves up so that she can sit down next to her, and when she does, she wraps her arm around the psychic's waist, just as she had done to her earlier. "I don't know what to do with how I feel. You always say everything so perfectly, and I'm scared. But I don't want to be scared anymore."

"We can be scared together." And maybe she was right; perhaps loving someone was a lesser sin than hating herself.