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'ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴛ
ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛʜᴏʟ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇꜱ'

As Wednesday sat typing away, her mind was a flurry of ideas slowly making their way onto paper. However, the colors of the room were unbearable, and she knew she had to do something soon before she died an agonizing, slow, and painful death. With determination, she got up and decided that the colored glass on her window was the first thing to go.

One by one, she took them down, dividing the room equally with the colorful side of the light. But when Enid entered their shared room, she was not pleased with the outcome.

'What the hell did you to do my room?'

'Dividing our room equally' Wednesday slowly got up, pushing the window coverings over to Enid's side of the room. 'It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side' she casually attacked Enid, glaring at her from the black side of her room.

'I-' Enid started but was soon cut off.

'Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time.'

'Your writing time?' Enid sneered.

'I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same, your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation.'
Wednesday ever so slightly raised her eyebrow.

'I write in my voice. It's my truth. It's what my followers love.' Enid continued to defend herself. Wednesday turned around and stood up.

'Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures.'

Enid scoffed, 'You mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings. I realize that's a foreign concept to you.'

'When I look at you, the following emoji's come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole.'

Turning around, back to her typewriter, Wednesday continued, leaving Enid frustrated over her odd roommate.

'By the way, there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly.'

Perhaps it was frustration or just one of Enid's attempts at payback that drove her to turn on her stereo. Wednesday rose from her chair, glaring at her new roommate, rage evident in her gaze.

'Turn that off,' Wednesday said coldly.
The loud pop music was making her eardrums bleed and her insides twist in an ever so painful way. Enid ignored her and continued dancing away to her music.

'This is your final warning.' Wednesday made her way over to Enid. She secretly never wanted to strangle a person more than she did now.

Enid's claws sprang out and she growled at Wednesday in response. 'Don't mess with me. This kitty's got claws and I'm not afraid to use them.'

They both stared at one another for a moment when the door opened and miss Thornhill walked in.

'Good evening girls. Oh, sorry about the mud. I wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in.'

There was an awkward silence as the teacher placed her feet on either side of the taped line Wednesday put on the floor.

'Ah, is this a bad time? I'm miss Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn't here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome.' the teacher said kindly, observing the sharply divided room.

'She's been smothering me with hospitality.' She stated, referring to Enid. 'I hope to return the favor. In her sleep.'

'Well, here's a little welcome gift from my conservatory. I try to match the right flower to each of my girls. And when I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one.' Miss Thornhill said, handing Wednesday a small black flower in a pot.

'The black Dahlia.'

'Oh, you know it?' Miss Thornhill asked, impressed.

'Of course. It's named after my favorite unsolved murder. Thank you.' Wednesday said, carefully placing the small plant at her bedside.

'Okie Dokie. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. Lights off at 10:00, no loud music, and no boys, ever.' Miss Thornhill's cheerful tone turned stern.

'What's the story about going into the local town?'
Wednesday asked her curiosity peaking, demanding information acquired to craft a plan.

'Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It's a brisk 25-minute walk, or there's a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don't go making any waves, or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes. That means keeping your claws to yourself, and not smothering people in their sleep, are we clear? Great talk!'

With that Miss Thornhill left, leaving the girls alone to continue their fencing.

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After spending an hour working on her novel, Wednesday found herself sitting on her bed, admiring the black flower gifted to her by Miss Thornhill. The thoughtfulness behind the gesture caught her off guard, leaving her startled.

'Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia... A grim gift for the dreadful experience I have to endure here.'

However, her moment of peace was short-lived as a cloud of black smoke filled her already dark room. Startled, Wednesday jumped as the smoke dissipated, revealing a random girl standing in her room. The girl looked annoyed, and Wednesday couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

'Enid, if you do this one more time, I swear-' Wednesday began, but stopped mid-sentence as the girl turned around and saw her.

'Who are you?' Wednesday asked bluntly, ready to protect herself if necessary.

'Why did you summon me?' the girl replied, her annoyance growing.

'I did not mean to,' Wednesday replied coldly, trying to make sense of the situation.

As Enid walked back into the room, her face lit up at the sight of the girl.

'Omg Dahlia!' Enid exclaimed, pulling the girl into a hug. However, Dahlia accepted the hug but did not return it.

Wednesday's confusion cleared up as soon as she saw Dahlia slightly smile, revealing her fangs.

'You're a vampire,' Wednesday stated matter-of-factly.

Dahlia smirked, glaring back at Wednesday. 'Yes. Now if you're done stating the obvious, excuse me, I was trying to get ready,' she said, attempting to walk away.

As Dahlia turned around, Wednesday couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. With thick brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin, Dahlia was dressed in a pair of black tights, a pleated red skirt with a chain attached, boots, and a black short top.

Enid, however, had other plans. 'Wait!' she exclaimed, grabbing Dahlia's wrist and dragging her back. :I would like to offer my services to do your nails and makeup, if you don't mind. It would be a great excuse to avoid my roommate's pointless summoning. ' she chuckled as Dahlia sighed.

'If you must,' she sighed, her eyes fixed on Wednesday. 'What was your name again, darling?'

Wednesday stiffened slightly. 'Wednesday. Call me darling again, and I'll pluck your nails out one by one."'

Dahlia smirked, surprising Wednesday with her response.

'Promise?' Enid then pulled her onto the bed and took out the nail polish and makeup.

'What kind of makeup would you like today?' Enid asked, her excitement palpable. Wednesday returned to her novel, as she heard Dahlia replying, 'I would prefer if you did my eyeliner and eyeshadow the way I like it. But at this point, I'm just grateful if you match my outfit.'

As their attention drifted away, Wednesday's lips curled into a slight smile.