All For Not - Wednesday

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My eyes are locked onto the glass as Lurch steps past me after shimmying through the dorm rooms already larger than average door that makes him hunch his back, "Careful Lurch, I believe we'd have to find a new accommodation out of Jericho if that one shatters..." I say, calm and stoic as I follow him into the spacious room, watching and stalking as he carries over the massive empty tank.

"What the hell are you going to be using that for? Please tell me you're not going to help Wednesday stuff animals and that's a part of the process..." I hear the telling tale of a sharp whine, looking over at where the horrified voice had come from. I see Enid, fresh pink and blue highlights, somehow blonder, brighter, shorter hair and softer looking skin. "Hello, Enid." I nod in greeting and she smiles awkwardly, looking at the carrier tank in my hands, "I'm guessing you brought your dinner or...something dead to play with?"

"I'm not sure what you speak of..." I glanced at her, brow raised to show I had no idea what she was talking about. Looking back at Lurch I watch as he sets it down along the long wooden dresser that sits wedged against the wall. The room is different than before, furniture moved around but Enid's side still remains colorful and intense just as it was before the previous semester had ended early.

"Lurch, please bring the water next..." I say looking around with an attentive gaze, judging the room. The hefty dresser that the tank sits on is set against the wall opposite of Wednesday's closet then about halfway across the space designated as our side sits my bed, bare and ready to be dressed. A curtain long and black, velvet to touch and sight hangs to mark as the divider to keep Wednesday's area and mine separate but at the moment it was bunched up against the wall like it had been planned to be used solely for decoration.

Humming my head tilts, my eyes taking everything in. A nightstand stands short next to my bed with a letter on it, a black wax stamp over its vanilla colored envelope. There was also a small leathered chair at the foot of my bed with a somewhat large looking cardboard box on the cushioned seat but the one thing out of place was Wednesday's cello and music stand.

My area had my necessities and that was it. Soon I'll move my bookshelf from Wednesday's section, reclaiming it and moving it to sit next to my arm chair, even angling the chair. Then I'd have my sculpting set-up where the boundary tape used to be, positioned against the middle line but on my side and in my section, right where that infuriating cello sat. Last but not least I'd require another lamp for my nightstand and before we're left to start the year alone I'll have Lurch bring me my corpse rug so I may lay it out as the area's centerpiece.

'Until then,' I thought to myself, I looked at the curtain and walked over to my section to better take in the new space. Standing next to my bed I set my carrier tank down on the nightstand, ignoring the letter that I push to the edge for a moment. I turn, lifting a knee to my bed and moving over to grasp the rope holder that bunches up the dividing curtain before pulling it.

The heavy velvet textured curtain comes easily, extending out from the wall and almost reaching the foot of my bed before the floor forbids it from unfurling any further on its own. I sigh, getting off the bed, rounding my furniture to Wednesday's side and grabbing the curtains hem. Enid watches me work silently, waiting patiently while I pull the curtain all the way to the center of the room, blocking all view of Wednesday's area from mine. Then I eye my bookshelf before stopping, an idea coming to mind as I turn to look at Enid.

"Enid, may I trouble you for a moment?" I narrowed my eyes waiting for her reply. "Uh, yeah sure?" She says a slight bit confused.

"Grab that cello and throw it over the balcony..."

She blanches and I raise a brow once more, thinking maybe she had no access to the balcony now, but when I look over at the large window its still in place, half color and half plain, Enid's side held coats and a small flamingo statue while ours held the old arm chair and a simple overhang lamp that drooped over in a slight arch, even sporting a small table with a few books stacked between book-ends.