Mistakes were made.

Light mishap

Wednesday tapped the candle, watching as the flame turned blue. She said the words the book had mentioned. All she needed to do was add the gun powder and-

"AGH!" Her eyes grew wide as she saw a drop of something hit the flame. "Sorry I spilt my dr.pepper!"

The flame suddenly turned a brighter blue. Wednesday ignored this, rolling her eyes and starting her whisper. "Fhankû gtahñ diśmîth tühu."

A warm feeling glitched over her, her stomach started to throb. This wasn't right. The potion was only supposed too make her vision a bit better, that had nothing to do with her stomach.

She shrugged it off and stood up, blowing out the candle. Now for her bird scouting.

The day was rather boring, as her spell seemed not to have worked and she ended up having to use her binoculars. As she crawled into bed the odd feeling striked up again, it was almost pain-full. She rolled her eyes and settled down, quickly falling asleep to be met with perfect nightmares.

()()()()()()()()()

When Enid woke up she knew something was off. Wednesday's bed wasn't made, instead, the sheets seemed to have been quite literally tossed to the side.

"Wednesday?!

A small noise came from the bathroom, cross between whimper and plea for help. Enid rushed towards it, pushing into the bathroom.

"Wednesday is that you?!"

Another whimper came from inside the shower. Enid pushed the door open to find...a child?! Her hair was in little buns, a large black t-shirt hugged around her. Her cheeks weren't too round, but still childish, her nails roughly painted. She looked confused, but her eyes were hard, like she was trying to hold all the panic in.

"...are you?"

"It was the damn dr.pepper. It turned my spell against me!" Her voice was lighter, smaller, her words slurred.

"DAMMIT WEDNESDAY!" Enid threw herself against the wall. Technically this was her fault, but she wasn't one to take the blame for Wednesday having disobeyed the school rule of not performing any spells out of class BECAUSE JUST THIS KIND OF THING HAPPENED.

"I'm sowy! It's not all my fault!"

Dammit she was cute. "If you obeyed the rules we wouldn't be here Wednesday!"

The little girl's eyes almost seemed to swell with tears. If she didn't know better she might think she was about to cry. "I'M SOWY!" Wednesday threw her short legs out and pushed herself onto the floor. "Now I don't even have cwothes!"

Enid buried her face into her hands. "Okay." She took a deep breath. She could handle this. She could figure this out. "I think the first order of business is that you need clothes. We can pin your shirt into a onesie type thing for now–"

"A onesie? Really?"

"Do you have any bright ideas?" Enid shot the tiny Wednesday a glare, and the little girl flinched. The blonde immediately felt bad.

"A onesie is otay," mini-Wednesday said. Enid nodded, and sooped her out of the shower-tub and into her arms.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"No can do Mini Muffin."

"You aren't allowed to call me dat."

"Watch me." Enid brought her out into the dorm and set her down onto her bed. "Do you have any safety pins?"

"Wif my taxidewmy set," Wednesday said, raising a small fist and gesturing to the kit on her desk. Enid hurried over and grabbed a handful of pins. "Caewful!" the ravenette exclaimed as one of her friend's pins stuck a bit too close to her skin.

"Sorry!" Enid said. Not long after, she picked up the small girl and set her on her own wobbling legs on the mattress. The black shirt that had draped over her like a tent minutes before was now wrapped neatly into a onesie style getup, and the safety pins were tucked carefully behind and between folds of the fabric so that the were practically invisible.

"Now to sneak you out into town without being noticed."

Wednesday merely shrugged, and the movement threw her off center. She fell off of her shaky legs, face planting onto the mattress. Enid had to stifle a giggle when she saw her disgruntled face.

"Let's go," she said. Enid nodded in agreement and picked her up, resting her on her hip in the usual fashion. They made eye contact during which the blonde grinned snidely, while the goth toddler scowled up at her. "We newer speak of dis again, otay?"

"Okay," Enid chuckled under her breath. She opened their bedroom door, peeking her head out to make sure the hall was empty. It was, and so she pushed forward. By the time they got to the stairs, Enid had to shift Wednesday from one hip to the other. "Even just carrying kids around is hard work," she muttered under her breath. Wednesday gave her an annoyed look, but didn't comment.

It was smooth sailing most of the way, it was a Saturday morning, the sun barely peeped over the horizon, no one was in the courtyard yet. Enid thought she heard a door open somewhere behind her, but she chalked it down to a figment of her imagination. She slipped out the gates, nearly dropping Wednesday in the process, and began the decently long walk to town.

When she finally got here, her arms felt like noodles, despite all of the working out she did. "First things first," she told mini Wednesday, "we find you a stroller."

"A stwoller?!" Wednesday cried, trying to squirm out of Enid's grasp. Her unsteady legs hit the ground, and she took a few uncertain steps before Enid grabbed her.

"Oh no you don't Tiny," she said, having to resist the urge to boop Wednesday's adorable toddler nose. "You have to stay with me. Even a town this small is dangerous for little girls."

"I'm not wittle!" Wednesday kicked and writhed. "I'm sixteen! And I can walk awone!"

"No you can't!" Enid set her on the ground and grabbed both of her wrists. The small girl fell to the ground and tried to twist out of her taller companion's grip. She screamed, which attracted the attention of several normies passing by on their morning runs or coffee stops. Enid gave an apologetic look, before turning back to Wednesday.

"You are acting like a real two year old," the blonde girl hissed. Wednesday didn't seem to hear her, continuing to kick her short legs in the air. She tried to yank her arms away from Enid over and over again, before finally calming down and glaring at her. Then, she seemed to realize what she'd been doing, and her eyes widened.

"Sowy," she said, sitting up and looking around. Enid pulled her to her feet, then picked her up again. "A stwoller is otay."

The blonde nodded, and they looked around the windows of all of the stores on main street. There was a thrift store that looked promising, and they went in there first. The shelves were arranged haphazardly, nothing seemed to be organized, but there, in the very back, was a stroller. It was a blue and white gingham pattern, and it was folded in on itself, tucked into an umbrella stand. Enid pulled it out and brought it to the register.

The woman working there was plump, and her fine gray hair was pulled into a tight bun atop her head. She looked from Enid to the toddler Wednesday, and then back to Enid. The werewolf slammed the stroller on the counter and gave the old woman a polite smile.

"Will that be all?" the woman said in a pinched voice.

"Yes, thank you," Enid said, shifting Wednesday in her arms.

"Your total is $12.34."
Enid handed the woman fifteen dollars. "Keep the change!" she said brightly.

As she walked out of the store, opening the stroller with one hand and placing the toddler Wednesday into it with the other, she could have sworn she hear the woman at the register mumble "there is an epidemic of teen mothers these days."

Enid merely chuckled and pushed the door open, the little bell wishing her farewell.

Credits to @-prima-luce- for writing a lot of this! I love you bbg! Hehe.