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Season One, Episode Three

"friend or woe"

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"WHAT DID YOU GET?"

The voice behind me was unmistakable—bright, energetic, and full of curiosity. I turned to see Enid bounding toward me, her blonde curls bouncing as she flashed a wide, eager smile.

"Weathervane" I replied after a beat, momentarily distracted by my own swirling thoughts. "Sorry, just... having too many ideas bouncing around in my head isn't really my strong suit."

She waved it off with a chuckle. "Totally get it. Happens to me all the time. I just hope I get paired up with your roommate."

"Ajax?" I asked, smirking knowingly. Her reaction was instant—her cheeks tinged pink, her eyes lighting up at the mention of his name.

"Well?" she pressed, her excitement bubbling over.

I paused dramatically, enjoying the moment. "Let's just say... it'll be a surprise."

Her face scrunched into a playful pout as I turned and made my way to the bleachers, grinning at her reaction. Taking a seat near the bottom row, I leaned back, watching the crowd gather.

As Wednesday and Xavier strolled in, my mind wandered. I barely registered the mayor or Principal Weems addressing the students; their words blurred into background noise. My thoughts were occupied by Wednesday—her endless sneaking around, her cryptic remarks. She claimed not to care about Nevermore or its secrets, yet she was always one step ahead, hunting for clues.

I shook the thoughts away as the announcements wrapped up and everyone began heading toward their assignments. Slowly making my way to the Weathervane, I overheard snippets of conversation.

"Wednesday switched jobs with Enid" someone whispered nearby.

I glanced over to see the pigtailed girl slipping away, her usual intensity in full force.

"Of course" I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. "The girl can't sit still for five minutes without scheming."

Before I could dwell on it, a hand slung over my shoulder, familiar and heavy.

"Enough staring brother, time to get to work" Xavier said before pulling me inside weathervane with him.

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Tyler had given me a quick tour of the Weathervane before handing me my uniform. I caught Xavier glaring from across the room. Unlike my brother, I didn't harbor the same animosity toward the sheriff's son. Sure, Tyler had a history—he wasn't exactly a saint during his jerk phase—but I'd never had any personal conflicts with him.

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