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The fight started on a gloomy Tuesday afternoon in the dorm room that Wednesday and Enid shared at Nevermore Academy.
It was over something stupid.
Wednesday had moved Enid’s stuffed wolf collection and lined them up in a perfect pattern across the bed. When Enid came back from cheer practice and saw them, she froze in the doorway.
“What did you do to my wolves?” she asked slowly.
Wednesday didn’t even look up from her book. “I fixed the mess. They now form a Fibonacci spiral.”
Enid blinked. “You touched my stuff?”
“I improved it.”
“They were fine!”
“They were chaotic.”
Enid stormed over and grabbed the plush wolves, hugging them to her chest. “They’re not decorations, Wednesday. I like them where they are.”
“They are stuffed animals,” Wednesday said flatly. “Not family members.”
Enid stared at her. “Wow. You really don’t get it.”
“And you are overly attached to objects.”
That did it.
“You know what your problem is?” Enid snapped. “You act like feelings are some kind of disease.”
Wednesday closed her book with a sharp snap. “And you treat every minor inconvenience like a tragic romance.”
“At least I have emotions!”
“At least I have self-control.”
The room went silent after that.
Not the normal comfortable silence they sometimes shared. This one was cold.
Enid shoved all her things to one side of the room that night. Pillows. Clothes. Makeup. Plush wolves. It looked like she’d built an invisible wall between them.
Wednesday noticed it immediately.
She pretended not to care.
The next morning, Enid left without saying her usual “Morning, roomie!”
Wednesday sat alone in the cafeteria staring at her breakfast. The eggs tasted bland. Somehow worse than usual.
By the end of the first day, the silence had become irritating.
The dorm felt empty without Enid singing badly while getting dressed or talking nonstop about random drama. There was no bright music playing from her phone. No scent of strawberry shampoo filling the room.
Just silence.
Wednesday hated how much she noticed it.
On the second day, Enid only answered questions with one-word replies.
“Move.”
“Fine.”
“Whatever.”
It was unbearable.
Wednesday tried reading, but she kept looking toward Enid’s side of the room. The stuffed wolves sat in a neat little pile on Enid’s pillow like guards protecting their owner.
By the third day, Wednesday caught herself watching Enid while she got ready for class.
Enid stood in front of the mirror brushing glitter onto her cheeks, slipping rainbow bracelets onto her wrists.
Usually she would ramble while doing it.
Now she said nothing.
When Enid noticed Wednesday staring, she looked away immediately and left the room without a word.
That bothered Wednesday more than yelling would have.
That evening, Wednesday placed a book on Enid’s bed.
The Cask of Amontillado.
There was a note tucked inside.
“You may appreciate the revenge.”
Later, the book returned to Wednesday’s desk with another note.
“Not interested in stories about psychos burying people alive.”
Wednesday frowned at it for several minutes.
By day four, she started listening for Enid without meaning to.
Her footsteps in the hallway.
Her laugh from down the corridor.
The sound of her key turning in the lock.
When Enid came back from wolf pack practice that night, she smelled like pine trees and cold air.
Wednesday noticed that too.
Which was deeply annoying.
On the fifth day, things somehow became worse.
Their teacher assigned a group project in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Of course they got paired together.
During the meeting, Enid refused to speak to Wednesday directly.
“Can you ask Wednesday if silver nitrate would work?” Enid asked Yoko Tanaka.
Yoko sighed. “She’s literally sitting right there.”
“Just ask her.”
Wednesday looked directly at Enid. “Silver nitrate would be useless against stone gargoyles.”
Enid kept talking to the others like she hadn’t heard a thing.
That night, Wednesday couldn’t sleep.
She stared at the ceiling replaying the argument over and over.
Then she started noticing things she usually ignored.
Enid always made extra coffee in the mornings even when Wednesday claimed she didn’t want any.
Enid always saved her a seat.
Enid left stupid little sticky notes inside her textbooks.
“You got this!”
“Try not to murder anyone today :)”
“Black IS your color.”
The room suddenly felt wrong without those things.
On the sixth day, Wednesday finally cracked.
She walked into the dorm and found Enid laying on her bed with headphones on, scrolling through her phone.
Wednesday stood there awkwardly for several seconds.
Finally she spoke.
“I have concluded that this situation is intolerable.”
Enid slowly pulled one headphone off. “Excuse me?”
“The silence,” Wednesday said stiffly. “It is inefficient.”
Enid stared at her. “You think I’m ignoring you because it’s efficient?”
“You are clearly attempting emotional punishment.”
“Because you hurt my feelings!”
Wednesday went quiet.
Enid sat up, frustrated. “You made me feel stupid for caring about things I love. You always act like anything emotional is ridiculous.”
“I did not say that.”
“You implied it.”
Wednesday looked down for a moment before answering.
“That was not my intention.”
Enid crossed her arms. “Then what was?”
Wednesday hesitated.
Which almost never happened.
Finally she said quietly, “Your presence has become… important to my daily routine.”
Enid blinked.
Wednesday kept going before she could stop herself.
“The room has been unpleasant without you in it.”
A tiny smile appeared on Enid’s face. “So you missed me.”
Wednesday immediately looked offended. “I did not say that.”
“You totally did.”
“I merely stated that your absence created an undesirable atmosphere.”
Enid laughed softly. “That’s the most Wednesday Addams way possible to admit you missed someone.”
Wednesday sighed heavily. “Fine. The silence was unbearable.”
Enid grinned. “Better.”
Then she patted the empty spot beside her on the bed.
“Now apologize to my wolves.”
Wednesday stared at her for a long moment.
Then, very seriously, she said, “I regret touching your plush canines without permission.”
Enid burst out laughing. “Close enough.”
Wednesday reluctantly sat beside her.
Enid leaned against the headboard, smiling again for the first time all week.
“I’ve been waiting to tell you about this new show I started,” she said excitedly.
Wednesday rolled her eyes.
But she stayed.
And as Enid started rambling again, filling the room with noise and energy and chaos, Wednesday felt something settle quietly inside her chest.
The room felt normal again.
She would never admit it out loud.
But she had missed Enid terribly.