Midnight Rainbow (Enid x Wednesday thru Enid's POV)

the first time i saw her (E1)

Elloooo loves!!!

If u haven't been living under a rock, you know Im getting a new roommate today! (Thank you, thank you, Im extremely excited, obv.) And after many hours of Nancy Drew-like detective work, I can finally tell give you a name:

Wednesday Adams.

Keep your eyes on the blog for more updates as I get them!

Your #1 source for Nevermore gossip,

Enid

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I dash out the words, my fingers flying. One more click, and the post goes live. I'm so glued to my phone, I don't see Principal Weems until I've run smack into her.

"Hi, I'm so sorry, hi."

Principal Weems straightens her suit. "Enid. Well, this is fortuitous. I needed to speak with you about something."

Am I in trouble? "Oh?"

"You'll be getting a new roommate today. Wednesday Addams."

"Oh, I've known that for, like, ever."

Weems cocks her head to the side in response.

"Okay, fine, for like five minutes. But, still. What can you tell me about her?" I am like an excited puppy, and I. Don't. Care.

"...that she'll need someone to show her the ropes here at Nevermore," Weems answers evenly. "She'll be here in a few hours."

"On it!!"

I hurry to get to my first class, but I can barely focus because, hello, my roommate will be arriving in mere hours.

Things to Do in Class Instead of Pay Attention When You Have a New Roommate Coming

1. Obsess about what my new roomie will be like

2. Think up talking points for when I meet her.

3. Stare at Ajax (Shhh, don't tell!)

4. Stalk Wednesday on the internet and every form of social media. Repeatedly.

I can't find a single social media post from her, no matter how hard I search, but that only makes me more ecstatic.

The mystery!

The intrigue!

The potential for BFF sleepovers!!!

I do, however, end up finding some major dirt about this thing that happened at her last school, so naturally, I post it to my blog before class is over.

This just in, Darling Nevermores. Our soon-to-be new student, Wednesday Adams, may have been involved in something sinister at her old school. We're talking dial M for Murder.

And the only reason she's even here is becuz her parents are seriously connected and/or seriously rich.

Better watch your backs bbs,

Enid

I rush back to my room (OMG, soon it will be OUR ROOM) and wait on Wednesday and tidy up my side and wait and reapply my lip gloss and wait and have an impromptu dance party and wait wait wait.

Any minute now, Ophelia Hall will get its newest resident. I've always thought it was wildly romantic living in a dorm named for a girl who was beautiful and doomed. People say she's weak or superficial, but, IDK, what if all the men in the play were doing a super terrible job of being humans, so Ophelia decided to rebel against gender stereotypes at the cost of her sanity. If she even WAS insane and not just being misdiagnosed as a hysterical woman. I still maintain she faked her own drowning because Hamlet was so exhaustingly emo.

Footsteps! I just heard footsteps in the hall! It's her! It's them! They're coming! Right this second! I sprint over to my desk and pull up a video, so I can pretend to be watching it.

And when the door creaks open, I turn. I take care to do it slowly and nonchalantly, even though I am seriously freaking chalant right now.

She walks into the room, and I see Wednesday Addams for the very first time.