♡ Buried Feelings - Wenclair ♡

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3 Months Later. . .
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Wednesday was at her desk, frustrated out of her mind. The typewriter was right in front of her, but. . . nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She was no stranger to writer's block, but it had never happened to this degree before.

Just as she decided to try and fix it with some strong coffee, her little brother Pugsley creaked her door open.

"What is it?" She sighed. He fidgeted uncomfortably. "Pugsley, what did I say about speaking your mind?"

"The world is going to hate you no matter what you say, so you might as well say it." He recited.

"Correct. Now go ahead."

"I'm worried about you."

The words struck her. The last someone had been worried about her, in was in the context of terror. Pugsley, however, felt genuine.

"Pray tell?" She questioned, sitting back at her desk.

Pugsley took a few steps forward. "I know the reason you left Nevermore was a good one, but. . . I dunno."

"Spit it out, Pugsley." Wednesday snapped.

"I don't think you're happy anymore." He finished.

She turned to him sharply. "I'm never happy. Surely, you've figured that out by now." Pugsley gave her a pitiful look. Fortunately, she was immune to pity. He took a deep breath and turned back towards the door. "Mother and father didn't ask you to do this, did they?"

Pugsley smiled sadly at her as he opened the door to leave. "Would it matter more if they did?" With that, he left quietly.

Wednesday barely had a second to think about that interaction when Thing scrambled on her desk.

"News?" She asked, almost excited.

"Yes, indeed. The lead has stopped at a building, not far from here." Thing signed excitedly.

"Excellent, we leave immediately." Wednesday stood.

"But-"

"But? But what?"

Thing swayed nervously. "The lead is at Nevermore."

Wednesday could almost feel the existential dread sink into her.

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They stood at the front doors of Nevermore. It was summer, but she could still hear students roaming around in there.

"Lead the way, Thing." She commanded. And they made their way through those dark, imposing doors.

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They were sneaking past several vampires when Wednesday brushed past a picture frame. She stopped for a split second to examine it. It was of last year's Poe Cup, the one Enid's team had won.