My Mate | Male Reader X Enid Sinclair

My Mate

Blonde, Her Hair

Blue, Her Eyes

Suddenly there was a snap, Y/n blinked a few and looked to see it was Wednesday snapping him out.

Principal: Enid.

Enid, Her Name

Enid, snapped out as well and grow a smile on her face.

Enid: Howdy, roomie.

Principal: Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.

Enid: Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.

Morticia: Wednesday always looks half-dead.

Enid: Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall.

She went in for a hug but Wednesday backed away.

Enid: Not a hugger. Got it.

Morticia: Please excuse Wednesday. She's allergic to color.

Enid: Oh, wow. What happens to you?

Wedsnday: I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.

Wednesday then looked at Y/n and sighed.

Wednesday: Enid, this my adopted brother Y/n.

Enid looked directly at him and he looked caught in each other trace.

Enid: Nice to meet you Y/n.

Y/n: You too Enid.

Enid: Hug?

Y/n put his arm up and Enid wrap herself around him, hugging him tightly, as if the world would end if she let go, eventually she knew she had to let go and she did and looked up at him, he looked down and smiled, sending shock waves through her.

Principal: Enid, please take Wednesday and Y/n to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.

Enid: I'm on it.

Enid walked off not even realizing that she had subconsciously grabbed ahold of Y/n's hand. Which he didn't even bat an eye at. Later on, still holding hands Enid was giving Y/n and his sister a small tour.

Enid: Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here.

Wednesday: You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long.

Enid: Why not?

Wednesday: This was my parents' idea. Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan.

Enid: What plan?

Wednesday: To turn me into a version of themselves.

They were about to leave when they saw Y/n looking about someone else on that picture it was his birth mother.

Enid: Who is that?

Y/n: My birth mother.

Enid: She's so beautiful.

Y/n: Yes, yes she is.

Enid looked down and finally realized they were holding hands, holding his hand felt perfect and like the hug she didn't want to let go. The group then continued to walk till they were outside.

Enid: Welcome to the quad.

Wednesday: It's a pentagon.

Y/n(strictly):Wednesday be nice.