New Feelings | Wenclair

A New Theory

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Wednesday pushed open the door to the Weathervane, scanning the room for the person she was scheduled to meet. In a corner, she sees her, Bianca Barclay tucked into a booth. The two make eye contact, Bianca giving the goth a smile and motioning for her to come over. Wednesday sat down across from the siren, setting her backpack which normally contained Thing next to her.

"Hey, what's going on?" She draws out. Wednesday pulls out a pencil and a piece of paper and sets in on the table in front of her. "What's with the notebook?"

"I'm taking notes. I have a few questions I need to ask you." Wednesday said without emotion. Bianca looked at her suspiciously.

"After what happened with Xavier I'm not sure I can trust you aren't trying to get me arrested." She let out a small laugh though it was obvious she was completely serious.

"Relax. I wanted to talk to you about something more... personal." Wednesday grimaces at the word. Bianca raises an eyebrow at the goth and leans back into the booth.

"Okay..? Shoot." She crosses her arms across her chest in a reserved manner.

"You seem to understand feelings to some degree. How do you know if you," Wednesday tenses up in discomfort. "like... someone?" Bianca's eyes widened at the goth, her shocked expression quickly morphing into a smug but happy one.

"Wow, well,  I'm not entirely sure how to answer that to be honest." One of the sirens hands came up to mess with her amulet. "I guess... It's just like, when you have an intense desire to be around someone? They're the first thing you think about when you wake up and the last thing you think about before you go to bed. They're all that occupies the free space in your mind, like when you have nothing else to think about, they're your go to." She explained, trying her best to sound confident. Wednesday swiftly writes down what the siren is saying like she's going to be tested over it after. "Don't take my word for gospel though, everyone has their own little definition of love." She waves off, trying to ease the pressure. The goth looks up at her and furrows her brow.

"Who do I believe then?" She asks.

"Believe whoever you want, ultimately it's up to you." Bianca shrugs. Wednesday stares frustratingly down at the notebook she had brought. The goth then looks up as if she had an intense revalation.

"Perhaps I should ask more people and then compare and contrast what each of them say about what love is." She says, in a slightly questioning tone. Bianca nods at her.

"That could work. Keep in mind we're all awkward teenagers though, our ideas of love could be completely off." The siren chimes. "Now I'm going to go get a drink and head back to Nevermore, it's getting late." Bianca walks toward the counter and rings the small silver bell. A tired looking boy lurks out of the back.

"You rang?" He says. Wednesday closes her notebook and stuffs it back into her bag. In a huff, she slides out of the booth and then makes her way out of the cafe.

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Wednesday steps into her dorm and immediately looks over to see if Enid was there. Sure enough, the werewolf girl was curled up in a blanket in her bed, watching something on her laptop with her headphones in. The goth then walked over to her side of the room and sets her bag down, her notebook accidentally falling out and hitting the floor in the process. Enid, hearing the noise, moves her headphones off her ears and looks over to see Wednesday bending over to pick up her book. The blonde quickly moved her eyes instead to the window before speaking.