How to Annoy an Addams

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Wednesday's POV

 She could not sleep, and had a pretty good idea why. After everything that had happened that night, both she and Enid (whom she was pretty sure was the most annyoying roommate possible and would most likely someday be the death of either Wednesday or herself) had been given two weeks off from school to "recover and recuperate," as the new principal had ordered nervously. 

 This new principal had ordered a new dorm mom for Ophelia Hall as well, though the pair had not met her yet-and Wednesday, as per usual, had no reason or expectance to. 

 The moonlight danced across the ceiling, tangoing with the slanted shafts of dappled light from Enid's profoundly colorful side of the room. There was still a white streak down the middle, which had previously resembled a long line of duct tape Wednesday had put to separate her side from Enid's-and was successful in her determination to reign all morbid and darkness upon her side of the room.

 She rolled over. Her chest throbbed from the three-inch point embedded in it hours before-even though her ancestor had come back as a ghost to use spectral vision and heal Wednesday, it still ached. So did her head; she had been sure she had washed all of the blood off in the shower she had taken shortly after returning to her dorm room, but the wound must have opened; there was blood on her pillow. 

 "Wednesday?"

 She sighed and rolled back over to face her latest impending form of torture: Enid Sinclair, the werewolf from San Francisco, who had been treated as an outcast due to her inability to "wolf out"-turning into a wolf. She had fangs, and ears, and a tail, and the claws (which somehow remained with her extremely colorful nail polish), but not the full wolf form. Until that night, when she used it to save Wednesday's life and fight the Hyde-Tyler?

 Wednesday didn't know what to call him now. He had been one of the few people willing to be near her after the rumor had escaped of what she had done to get away from her last school. But he had also harmed Enid, and Wednesday didn't know how to feel about that either; Enid was literally the definition of a rainbow personified. 

 "Earth to Wednesday?" 

 "What do you want?" 

 "Can I have a hug? I can't sleep."

 "Absolutely not," said Wednesday, appalled that this werewolf would ask such things of THE one and only Wednesday Addams, everyone's worst nightmare. "Enid, though the events of this night were undoubtedly extremely troubling, I have not yet gone that soft." 

 "Pleeeeease," Enid wheedled.

 "No," said Wednesday, turning away.

 "Wednesday!" she said.

 "What?!" Her tone was defiant. Her eyes were closed in the dark of her side of the dorm, trying to withstand an angry outburst at her roommate.

 "You hugged me earlier," she whined.

 "It was out of pity, out of the moment," Wednesday said. "A one-time occurrence only. You're lucky I didn't rip those pink-adorned arms of yours straight off the first time you tried to hug me. You should be extremely glad I've gone soft enough to return a hug, let alone for my personality-wise polar opposite."

Enid's POV

 She knew she should be angry, but she couldn't. She should be mad that Wednesday had hugged her out of pity rather than true friendship feelings, since Enid had hugged her after she thought Wednesday had died. But didn't that mean that somehow she had gotten through Wednesday's thick outer edge? That Wednesday at least saw enough of Enid's affection and patience that Enid had managed to get herself a special spot in Wednesday's heart?

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