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Roselyn assumed the rest of Parent's Day to be boring. She was very, very wrong. After eating alone away from the happy family reunions, she went for a stroll around the courtyard, just people watching. She felt an incessant need to slink around unnoticed, her mind felt elsewhere; an unreachable phone in an emergency. Disconnected, she didn't notice Wednesday Addams until she goth yanked the brunette's arm.
"Watch it!" She grumbled, looking into the determined eyes of the girl in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked, trying to stop the girl walking off with her.
"We weren't going insane," Wednesday revealed, shoving the yearbook into the witch's face. "Weems shape-shifted into Rowan," she briskly turned around and continued with her roommate trailing behind her.
"I-I'm not insane..." the girl murmured, touching her temple lightly. She had only assumed that her mother's mental intrusion had negatively affected her psyche, not trusting her intuition enough to believe Rowan didn't die for good. "I assume you're taking me and we're going to ask her?"
She nodded, not looking back. "She's just made this case much more intriguing." Roselyn sighed in worry; she could never say no to Wednesday. Down into the rabbit hole of doom, then.
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"I knew it." Wednesday barged into Principal Weems' office. "I did witness Rowan getting murdered that night."
"Excuse me?" Weems wasn't fooling anyone, brow furrowing at Roselyn's deathly stare behind the Addams girl.
"When Rowan appeared the next morning, it was you. When you participated in the talent show, not only did you impersonate Judy Garland, you became her," She seethed. "You're a shape-shifter."
Weems scoffed, in denial that some teenage girls could foil her cover-up. "That's a fascinating theory."
Roselyn stepped next to Wednesday, "I wonder what the Sheriff will do once we tell him," she taunted, eyes squinting in provocation.
"Neither of you will tell a soul. And it wouldn't matter much if you did. Rowan's father already knows what happened, and he fully supports my decision not to involve the authorities."
"Why would he agree to that?"
"Because Rowan was not in his right mind. His telekinetic abilities were driving him mad and he attempted to murder you twice. His tragic death allowed us to rectify the situation without casting the school or Rowan in an unflattering light," she smirked, proud of herself.
"You and Mayor Walker are the same, aren't you? Burying bodies to cover your dirty secrets."
Weems briefly glimpsed at Roselyn, who was quietly observing her. A strange glint in her eye made the witch twitchy. "I did what I needed to to shield this school from controversy and protect its students from harm."
