Wenclair - The beginning

86 - Ended

The new day has started.

Enid wakes up first, loving the sight of her sleeping precious girlfriend right beside her.

"Your heart must be so pure.." Enid mumbles softly. That wasn't really the truth about Wednesday though..

Wednesday's eyes flutter so slightly. A small groan escapes her groan as she realizes the school day has started..

"Wends!! Good morning!!! We have to get ready." Enid giggles, then grins.

"Right.." Wednesday sighs, clearly not excited at all.
The girls go into the bathroom together, getting ready. The braided haired girl smiles as she sees her love attempting to make her make-up perfectly imperfect. It was always flawless anyway.

In no time, the girls are ready to go.
Enid rushes out of their dorm, chuckling with joy with each of her steps. The way she laughed so innocently melted Wednesday's heart.

Although, something kept bugging Wednesday. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something was feeling quite... off.
With all the new students — all the new teachers and of course, the new principal, it wouldn't be Wednesday without plotting murder for most of them.

Soon, they reach their classroom — music. The girls take a seat, something in the air was feeling.. tense.
Some of the new students look with awe at the black haired girl. She shrug it off.

Enid although was more than happy to have a whole fandom dedicated to her.

Was capturing the Hyde really that important? Wednesday thought. Nonetheless, the new teacher then showed up. A ginger haired woman, with a smile so captivating that it made Wednesday gag.

"Hello dear Nevermore students! I am just so, so, so glad to be teaching you this year." She chuckles, putting her hands together.

"—Let me introduce myself, shouldn't I? My name is Isadora Capri."
That name seemed.., rather familiar to Wednesday.

Of course, she was a really famous musician in the past.
"For anyone wondering.., I am also a werewolf — I used to be a mentor for some newly wolfed-outs! And.., I am looking forward for such an experience again at Nevermore. Any volunteers that would need a guide?" She asks right away.

Wednesday taps her fingers on the desk annoyingly. Seems like she wouldn't learn much about cello this year, too.
Although, her tapping stops the moment Enid happily raises her hand.
"Me! Enid Sinclair." A joyous smile after the sentence.

"Great! How awesome, a hero, and I'll be their guide? What an honor." Isabela replied

Seems like she's going to join Enid's fan-club.

After the lesson

It was less boring than Wednesday anticipated, mostly due to her having that lovely feeling of somebody watching her the entire time, as in a stalking way.
There wasn't much to discuss with anyone at this moment. She was walking alone back up to the dorm, just taking a small break while Enid stayed and chatted with Isabel for a little while longer.

A pleasant surprise was awaiting her. The moment she stepped into the room, a crossbow shot from the ceiling. She obviously avoided it — but was rather shocked at the photos the arrow had taken with it.
She crouches down, inspecting the photographs, which are full of her. Today, yesterday, and some even from summer break.

Her gaze widens. Great, literally a stalker.
Over the summer, she seemed to learn a bit more about her visions and abilities. She gently caresses the photos — before getting black tears pouring out of her eyes.
She watches herself from a third person view in the past. There was indeed nobody who she recognized photographing her.

After a minute, she snaps out of it, breathing heavily. With a quick move, she wipes the black tears away before they stain. She still couldn't figure them out.
She clears her throat, and unexpectedly, her girlfriend shows up.
"Hey Wends— oh, holy, moly???" She screeches at the sight of a crossbow and photos of her lover scattered on the ground. "Alright — I know you're crazy and should expect nothing else of you, but what the actual fuck?"

Wednesday sighs, shaking her head. How should she explain this to Enid?