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A new semester is about to begin. Arriving early, Wednesday is surprised to discover that she’s not the first one back to their half-gothic-half-my-little-pony room.
The colorful stained glass, fluffy bedsheets, and the excessive amount of stuffed toys are all shouting their existence. Yet the owner of all these nauseating items is nowhere to be found.
'No, I'm not looking for her. Thing. Dare to bring it up again and I'll pull your nails off with pliers.' The macabre teen immediately replies as the severed hand joyfully pops his finger out of the knapsack and taps the desk enthusiastically.
Ignoring the silent protest from the frightened mutilation. Wednesday restrains her urge to throw away those polychromatic teddies and tries to focus on unpacking her own monochromatic luggage.
With the help of Thing, her dexterous family (though Wednesday hates to admit either the adjective or the noun), it takes almost a blink to arrange all the stuff back to where they resided the last semester.
The spooky novels? Already settled on the shelves. Manual and tools for torturing people? Checked. Cello and music stand? Exactly where they should be. Typewriter and writing kit? Neat. Black velvet bed sets-
Wednesday suddenly bends her head back as she touches the delicate fabric. THE VISIONS! Weird sensations flood in as soon as she recognizes the electric feeling.
A tender texture lands on the blackish lips of the gothic teen. Wednesday widens her eyes just to find her image sinks in an aquamarine gaze. Not to mention her fingers stranded in the wave of blonde hair. A familiar scent lingers in her mind.
‘Howdy, roomie. Why haven’t you texted back?’ A cheerful voice abruptly draws Wednesday back to reality. The Addams holds a gasp, promptly swift back to her cold-blooded-homicidal look.
‘Enid, considering manner, I assumed you should knock before entering.’
‘But this is also my room, silly.' Enid neglects the piercing gaze and greets her bestie with the most heartwarming grin. Wednesday scoffs and turned back to her desk for the typewriting routine.
No hint of awkwardness is left on Wednesday, except for the tint of crimson on the tip of her ears, thankfully covered by her braids.
Enid Sinclair had an exhausting vacation. The lunch she had with Wednesday when the busy Addams managed to visit her in San Fransisco was all that kept her from drowning in desperation and boredom.
Enid was more than content with the fact that WEDNESDAY ACTUALLY VISITED HER, despite only being able to spend a few hours with her best-friend-slash-roommate.
She remembered how she clung all her limbs to the banister of the stairs to prevent her clans from forcing her to join the conversion camp after they found out about her transformation.
Luckily, they give up quite soon, much to Enid's surprise. But the obvious disappointment of her own mother and siblings still ripped her heart into pieces painfully. As a matter of fact, Enid was sent back to the Nevermore Academy one week earlier than the school day.
'They just need more time to fully accept who I am.' Enid told herself quietly as she unlock the door of her dorm room. She could clearly recall the fathomed nod and tender glance from her beloved father.
The first several days alone in the dorm were more than delightful, Enid could spend hours dancing to her favorite pop songs. Which was absolutely not allowed in the presence of her gloomy-slash-grumpy roommate. She could call whomever she want and chatter days and nights - definitely a sin that would get her guillotined.
However, a sense of emptiness gradually flooded in. No matter how much time she spent flirting with Ajax or gossiping with Yoko via her phone. The feeling of something missing stang when she hung up the phone.
The emptiness devoured her when she checked the notification bar over and over again, finding nothing new from her black-braided friend.
After her first transformation, her sensory organs became hypersensitive. Every footstep passing by the school gate stimulated her nerves. Sadly, she distinguished them as they came near. None of them belongs to the one she yearned to see.
But today is different. After having breakfast at the student cafeteria. Enid recognizes an acquainted frequency of heartbeats. 'Hello, Enid...', Bianca attempts to offer a morning greeting while Enid storms through the hallways. 'What's wrong with that girl?', 'I assume there's something related to the Addams', Yoko replies calmly.
All the sounds are muted, and all sensations are numbed. The young werewolf can focus on nothing but the Adagio tempo from the very girl she knows. Up the stairs. At the end of the corridor.
BEHIND THE WOODEN DOOR.
‘Howdy, roomie. Why haven’t you texted back?’