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018. | Balcony Feelings From The Cellist

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12.10.2022 | 10.12.2022

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Wednesday's POV

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Maybe I am getting soft for her, I think to myself as Enid steps out of the window.

I don't fully turn my head toward her as I sit back down in my seat, the bow and Cello still in my hand. My eyes glance over Enid's figure as she steps through. I can tell she is only now just realizing how cold it is tonight as she shivers lightly in the presence of the nightly wind. 

"How did you get that oversized Violin out the window?" I hear her ask with a slightly harsh tone. Obviously trying to make me feel guilty about what I said earlier in the car. 

I breathe in and out for a few moments before I respond, as it does make me feel slightly...guilty I admit internally. 

"I had an extra hand," I say now after my few short breaths to calm myself down. I gesture over to Thing, standing on my sheet music, who's now waving at Enid, happy to see her. 

I decide to set my bow on the stand as the sudden movement causes Thing to fall off. He lands on the ground as he gets up and heads over to the window. We both watch as he pushes it open and enters our dorm room. 

The sound of the window shutting behind it causes me to look away as I reflect on what I need to do to fix.....Enid and I's "friendship." I don't want her to keep giving me the cold shoulder. As much as I don't want to admit it....she's.....I can tolerate her. 

Suddenly, a couple of howls go off in the distance as it takes both of our attentions to listen to it ring out at Nevermore. I notice Enid rub her shoulders, trying to warm herself up from the cold. Although it does make me wonder why she hasn't Enid wolfed out just yet. 

I decide to ask her, "Why aren't you wolfing out?" 

"Because I can't," she answers back swiftly. She presents one of her hands to show me her multi-colored fingernails as they protrude for a moment as a werewolf would. She then positions them back as she walks over to the ledge and relaxes her arms there. 

I notice she's wearing a short skirt, and as she leans over, I notice her long legs expose quickly as I avert my eyes just as fast, not wanting to gaze at her like that without her knowing. She then continues as I focus on her words instead, my face heating up like the inside of an oven.

"My mom says some wolves are just late bloomers, but I've been to the best Lycanologist. I had to fly to Milwaukee, would you believe it." 

She turns her head back for a moment to look at me slightly. My face had become slightly red from seeing Enid's legs as I quickly shuffle to put my Cello down, trying to avert my face from Enid seeing it. I can feel it burning as the cool touch of the wind can't even put it out. 

After setting it down, she's turned away as I stare at the back of her blonde-haired head, admiring the two pink and blue strips beneath the ocean of blonde.