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Like Deja-vu from the first time she walked onto Nevermore's campus, Wednesday’s parents walked behind her, Lurch in tow with her many bags, up the staircase leading to the room at the top of Ophelia Hall. She hadn’t seen Enid since before winter break, which had been extended for the third year in a row, this time for a Morning Song incident with the sirens. She was finally in her last term at Nevermore, which was a surprisingly bitter feeling for her dark soul. A feeling she wanted to rid herself of rather than enjoy the deepening dread that she typically indulged in when it was near. She opened the door to see her roommate putting multicolored and fluffy blankets onto her bed. Enid Sinclair stood there with half her hair pulled back into a messy bun, butterfly clips pinning down the stray pieces, a pink sweater, and a jean skirt. At the sound of the creaky door opening, Enid looked up at Wednesday with the biggest smile and skipped over to her. Wednesday would have bet money on the first words out of her mouth -
“Howdy, roomie!”
And there they were. Enid embraced her into a tight squeeze, Wednesday reluctantly lifted her arms and gently laid them across Enid’s back. Ever since surviving the Hyde and Crackstone, Wednesday agreed to one hug a month, only from Enid. Wednesday took a deep inhale, filling her lungs with Enid’s scent. The bitterness she felt disappeared replaced with a warmth under her left breastbone. Had to be a pending heart attack. She pushed Enid back to arm’s length and dropped her hands to her side. Lurch walked by the group setting her trunks and bags on the right side of the room.
“Do you need help unpacking, darling?” cooed Morticia, holding Gomez’s hand.
“As much torture it would be to have my parents going through my bags, I’ll have to pass,” Wednesday replied flatly.
“Well then, my little death trap, we shall not hold you up any longer,” Gomez said taking his stiff daughter into a hug.
“We’ll call you on the crystal ball next Sunday” Morticia mentioned once Wednesday was released. Lurch walked back towards the door, grunting towards Wednesday as he did so. Wednesday nodded her head in thanks. Morticia gave a slight wave towards Enid, then glided out the door.
“How are your parents so perfect?” Enid questioned once the dorm door was closed.
“I can assure you they are far from perfect.” Wednesday shrugged off her coat and hung it on a nearby hook.
“At least your parents still talk to you…” the blonde said as she returned to tucking and smoothing the blankets on her bed. Wednesday’s jaw tightened. Enid’s transformations were sporadic at best, had been since her first time against the Hyde. Some full moons went perfectly fine, other times she sat alone in her human skin stuck in a cage until sunrise. When Enid turned 18 last semester, they cut off all ties to her. No calls, no messages, nothing. Once Enid accepted the reality of it, she wept for an entire weekend. That was the only time Wednesday broke the “once-a-month” rule on hugs. As awkward as it was for Wednesday having a crying girl on her shoulder, it fueled a different fire in her stomach she hadn’t felt before. There was the usual assassin within her trying to break free and rip Esther’s heart out with her favorite dagger while watching the life leave her eyes, but there was something else, too. The closest thing Wednesday could compare it to was the feeling she had after she had found Pugsley tied up and shoved into a locker, demanding revenge on those that disgraced him. But Wednesday didn’t see Enid as a sister. She almost saw her as -
The door to their dorm swung open and smacked against the wall. Wednesday pulled a throwing knife from her sleeve ready to hurl it at the intruder, but stopped when she heard the voice.
“What’s up, bitches?!”
“Yoko! You’re finally here!” Enid ran over and embraced her bestie.
“You really should knock,” Wednesday glared. Yoko released the werewolf and sarcastically knocked against the wooden pillar on Enid’s side of the room, a smug look on the vampire’s face. The blonde giggled, then hid her mouth behind a hand and looked to her feet once she noticed Wednesday’s weapon.
“One day, I will throw this at your jugular, and you know I won’t miss.”
“Carful, Wednesday, she’s not alone.” Bianca came strolling into the room behind Yoko as if it were her own.
“Oh B, she’s been saying that for years and it still hasn’t happened. I’d say she’s got a soft spot for me,” Yoko said smirking, tilting her head to the side, looking directly into Wednesday’s dark eyes.
“OKAY, I wouldn’t test that theory,” Enid said stepping in between the two once she saw Wednesday’s grip shift on the knife for better control. Wednesday’s glare softened as the deep blue orbs silently begged her to calm down.
“Must you all meet here after every break?” Wednesday huffed, returning her attention back to her bags.
“Only to be near your witty disposition, Wednesday,” Bianca teased. The dark-haired girl flashed a sarcastic smile towards the siren.
“Come on y’all! Let’s go get some grub!” Kent called from the doorway, Divina by his side.
“You coming, Wednesday?” Enid asked with a gentle smile.
“No, but thank you.” The students left the room, except for the bubbly roommate. Enid walked over to Wednesday as she opened the truck filled with her clothes.
“Okay, well text me if you do want to meet up with us.” She reached one brightly manicured hand towards Wednesday’s, but hesitated and pulled back before contact was made. Wednesday looked up from observing the contents of her trunk to see soft pink cheeks under those bright eyes. The dark-haired young woman nodded quickly then grabbed a stack of her blouses and turned toward her dresser. She heard the retreating steps behind her, the latch on the door clicked closed.
The bag resting against the side of her trunk began to move. Out crawled Thing, stretching each of his fingers, some of the joints popping as he did so.
“About time you showed your extremities out here,” Wednesday said as she grabbed another stack of clothes from her trunk.
Someone was supposed to wake me when we arrived.
“You shouldn’t rely so heavily on others when in an unconscious state.”
Where’s Enid?
“She went to grab some food with the usual suspects. Not sure how long she’ll be gone, though.”
Thing moved in such a way that looked like a shrug and crawled over to Enid’s side of the room.
“Is my half of the room not good enough for you anymore?”
Enid would have woken me up.
Wednesday rolled her eyes and continued unpacking. Thing made himself comfortable on Enid’s brightly colored bed, clearly going to sleep once again. She continued unpacking for the next hour or so, steadily placing all her belongings back where they belonged in the dorm. Typewriter was in position, black satin sheets on the bed, all luggage put away. She pulled out her cello from its case and carried it outside onto the chilled balcony. The stars shone down, marking small reflections on the perfectly divided contrasting window. Wednesday took a deep breath filling her lungs and diaphragm then slowly began playing her instrument. The reverberation of the strings filled the balcony around her, spilling over the edge towards the ground below. The chill in the air made the hair on the back of her neck stand up, a slight shiver going down her spine. In that moment, she was one with the music. She didn’t know how long she had been playing, but it was long enough for her fingers to stiffen and sting, other hand cramping from pressing the bow against the strings. Pulling the bow across the delicate strings one last time, letting the vibrations fill her up, she realized a presence was standing behind her.
“I missed that over winter break,” the bubbly voice spoke softly behind her. Wednesday turned around and looked at her roommate. Her heart beat faster, skin suddenly warming. Hypothermia, she suspected. She gathered her things from the balcony, but the numbing in her fingers was getting worse and she dropped her bow. Enid stepped over to help. Both their hands reached for the stick, fingers brushing. Wednesday pulled back as if she had been burned. She knew Enid’s werewolf blood ran hot, but this was new territory.
“Sorry, I should have asked to help you first,” Enid almost whispered, standing up and wrapping her arms around herself as if she had been the one to get hurt.
“My hands are just numb from being out in the cold. I would appreciate it if you could carry that inside for me, though.”
“Yeah, sure.” Enid bent back down and retrieved the bow once Wednesday was at least three feet away, making her way back into the room. The blonde walked carefully to the monochrome side of the room, handing out the bow once Wednesday was finished putting the cello back into its case.
“Wednesday, I…” Enid’s voice caught in her throat. “I’m glad you’re here. It kind of makes the place feel like home” Wednesday nodded, but said nothing. If she was being honest with herself, this felt more like home than winter break back at the mansion.