Wenclair One-Shots

Carnation Day

Summary:

One of the traditions Nevermore stole from the normies was Valentine's Day carnations. Enid adores the concept. Wednesday can't take a hint.

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"Today is the day, Wednesday," Enid shrieked, twirling through the room as she got ready for the day.

"Whatever today is, I promise you that level of excitement is not necessary," Wednesday replied flatly.

"It's Carnation Day, Wednesday." Enid continued, her joy unflappable, "You know - my absolute favorite day of the year that I've been talking about constantly for weeks? When people confess their feelings by delivering a flower to their crush. Totally romantic."

"Ah yes, nothing says 'please date me' more profoundly than a dying handful of weeds."

Enid sucked her teeth, "You are such a pessimist. Besides that actually sounds like something you would like."

Wednesday narrowed her eyes, "Yes, I suppose it does. Nevertheless, I find this entire tradition utterly idiotic."

"Say what you want about it," Enid bounced over to Wednesday, leaning her face close to hers, "I think it's magical."

She swept out of the room, humming to herself. Wednesday watched her leave, ignoring the way the corner of her lip twitched in an almost smile. Thing crawled onto her sheets, the weighty judgment of his presence drawing her attention away from the door.

"What is it, Thing?"

Thing sat there unmoving, observing Wednesday as if she were the stupidest person alive. She fought the urge to roll her eyes as she rose to grab her backpack. Thing latched himself onto her shoulder, giving her the same cryptic attitude.

"If you want to act this way, I'll lock you in the drawer." Wednesday panned, "Let's go to class."

The day stretched on, equally miserable as those that had come before safe one grating addition- the carnations. Each time one of the sirens stepped into a classroom, because of course they would be behind this holiday, all the students would burst into nervous giggles and hushed gossip. Enid was no exception and while it suited her, Wednesday wanted to flay every other student at Nevermore.

By the time lunch rolled around, however, Enid looked like a kicked puppy. She had no flowers to her name and was glumly watching those students who had received two or even three. It was an unusual expression for her roommate to wear and Wednesday felt like there was a rock in her stomach every time melancholy flashed across Enid's features. Wednesday ended up leaving lunch early, desperate to rid herself of this sinking sense of guilt.

Wednesday was sitting by herself under an oak tree when Bianca approached her, "Hello Wednesday."

"Bianca," Wednesday did not look up from her book, "to what do I owe this displeasure?"

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to buy any carnations? We're about to close the sale."

"I find the entire display to be antiquated and sexist. So no, I don't wish to buy any carnations."

Bianca hesitated, "But, Enid loves Carnation Day."

"I am aware." Wednesday finally looked up, examining Bianca with wary eyes, "It has been the subject of numerous conversations between the two of us. That does mean that I am forced to enjoy it along with her."

"So that's a no to carnations?"Bianca asked, giving Wednesday an inscrutable stare.

"That's a no." Wednesday replied, returning to her book.