Wenclair One-Shots

Dance of the Woe

Summary:

Saturday afternoons were meant to be enjoyed in quiet, peaceful, dead silence. At least, according to Wednesday Addams. But alas it wasn't fated to be because the Dark Prom was only 2 weeks away. Every student of Nevermore was to attend this Gala with a partner of their own choice. Wednesday despised any and every kind of social gathering and avoided them like the plague. Not only was she forced to attend, she couldn't even choose her own partner even though she would rather stab herself or throw her dance partner in a vat of acid, but that was another thought for another time.

Or

Wednesday and Enid forced to be each other's dance partner for the gala and have to practice.

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Saturday afternoons were meant to be enjoyed in quiet, peaceful, dead silence. At least, according to Wednesday Addams. But alas it wasn't fated to be because the Dark Prom was only 2 weeks away. Every student of Nevermore was to attend the event with a partner of their own choice. Wednesday despised any and every kind of social gathering and avoided them like the plague. Not only was she forced to attend, she couldn't even choose her own partner even though she would rather stab herself or throw her dance partner in a vat of acid, but that was another thought for another time.

Why you ask? Because the headmistress decided so after she broke a strict curfew chasing after a lead for her murder investigation. The headmistress had explicitly warned Wednesday to cease any investigation activities she was doing out of concern for her wellbeing. She wanted to vomit. Now, who's the unlucky partner you might ask? Why of course no other than Enid Sinclair, who also broke the curfew chasing after her homicidal maniac roommate.

Wednesday being Wednesday, she never had trouble ignoring authorities and refused vehemently, but when the headmistress presented her with another less favorable option. She conceded with bitterness and promise of violence behind her black eyes before storming off from the headmistress office followed by her blonde roommate. That was last week.

Wednesday's fingers stopped typing. She pressed her lips into a thin line. She was writing a letter to her parents, keeping them updated about the things happening in Nevermore and expressing her vexation for the school institution and how much she wanted them to pick her up.

After, of course, she solved this mystery murder. Speaking of her roommate slash dance partner. She turned in her chair to regard the werewolf on her bed lazily laid down watching and listening to something on her laptop littered with various degrees of stickers.

Enid must've noticed the presence of being watched because her eyes flickered to where her dark roommate was seated. She checked her watch and it was right about time they should start rehearsing. Enid directed a sunny smile at her gloomy roommate.

The latter returned a scowl. As always. Enid Sinclair was a girl who was infuriating with just a glance due to her literal sunny personality and even more colorful choice of...style. She was the embodiment of a walking glitter, Wednesday might just have to purchase the darkest sunglasses available out there so as to not be blinded.

Enid murmured something under her breath. Wednesday raised a brow. "Got something to say, Sinclair?" And Enid thought they were past that after being roommates for almost 2 months now. It wouldn't kill Wednesday to say her name, but everything Wednesday did and said were with purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Look Wednesday," she started and Wednesday narrowed her eyes by the way the blonde addressed her so casually. Good let her broad, Enid thought with a satisfied smile. "I don't like this arrangement any more than you do okay?" Maybe because you keep plotting my demise every time we touch or when I breathe a little too loudly, Enid kept that last bit to herself.