Wenclair One-Shots

to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

Summary:

Whenever Yoko enters Enid and Wednesday's shared dorm room for their twice weekly study sessions, the two girls are always sitting a little bit too close, looking a little bit too flustered, Enid's lips slightly discoloured and Wednesday's hand wiping her own mouth a little too quickly for Yoko's suspicions not to be raised.

And so, like any good friend and gossip queen and amateur mixologist, she keeps an eye on them. By the end of the first hour of her new plan to see what's going on between the two girls, she can say with complete and total certainty that yes, there's definitely something going on between them.

Or: Either Yoko Tanaka has an eagle eye for budding relationships or Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams are not as good at hiding their romance as they think they are.

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There are only three certainties in Yoko Tanaka's life; life after death, taxes, and the fact that if there is any gossip lingering about the halls of Nevermore Academy, she was going to be the first to know about it. See, the thing about being a vampire was, Yoko, not unlike that video advertising insurance for farmers that Divina had shown her, well, she knew a thing or two because she'd seen a thing or two. If she even got a hint of a juicy scandal brewing or saw the faintest glimmer of an interesting story through her tinted glasses, she would be on the case.

Enid Sinclair had been acting weird for a while now, Yoko had noticed. She was acting more secretive, more restless, more reticent. At first, her quick darting eyes had simply been a trait that all Nevermore students shared, what with the events of last semester's eventful end. But unlike the rest of them, Enid continued to look out for something or someone. although Yoko just chalked it up to her first wolf-out. The one thing she couldn't explain was Wednesday Addams. Similarly, she had first assumed that sending an undead pilgrim back to his death while nursing an arrow to the shoulder, a knife wound that should have ended her life at the hands of the aforementioned soulless superpowered settler, and a wicked head wound, all while trying to make sure the school she had just been expelled from wouldn't be burnt to the ground by a woman presumed dead and parading as a well-meaning, good-natured normie teacher in hopes of ending all of its students did nothing for Wednesday's mental health, or lack thereof, but no, Wednesday was beyond over that the second she drove the shrapnel of sword through Joseph Crackstone's dead, black heart. No, this was something different.

Whenever Yoko enters Enid and Wednesday's shared dorm room for their twice weekly study sessions, the two girls are always sitting a little bit too close, looking a little bit too flustered, Enid's lips slightly discoloured and Wednesday's hand wiping her own mouth a little too quickly for Yoko's suspicions not to be raised.

And so, like any good friend and gossip queen and amateur mixologist, she keeps an eye on them. By the end of the first hour of her new plan to see what's going on between the two girls, she can say with complete and total certainty that yes, there's definitely something going on between them.

Yoko voices these suspicions to Divina one day as they are sitting in the Quad. Kent is off doing who knows what, and Bianca is training for fencing, so it's just the two of them.

"Yoko, you always think everyone's dating everyone," Divina says when she hears Yoko's theories about the latest Nevermore couple. The sparkly werewolf girl has found the cold dreary sun to her moon.

"That's very disheartening to hear from your own girlfriend," Yoko says.

"Look, I'll bet you ten dollars that Wednesday Addams, the resident goth girl and queen of all things spooky, who hasn't thought about smiling since everyone was drenched in red paint, is not dating Enid "I love rainbows and kittens and everything happy."