WenclairTober (2024)

Day 18, Hair

Enid Sinclair had always been the colourful contrast to Wednesday Addams. While Wednesday had her iconic black attire with a calm demeanor that sent chills down spines, Enid's colors radiated warmth and cheer. Their friendship was an odd yet perfect match, and today, Enid was feeling particularly inspired.

The sun shined through the ancient trees of Nevermore Academy, casting shadows across the courtyard where Enid sat with a sketchbook in her lap. Her colorful hair, a work of pastel shades that bounced with every movement as she scribbled, her imagination running wild with ideas. But today she wasn't just sketching her usual vibrant creatures; she was preoccupied with something else entirely, Wednesday's pigtails.
It wasn't the first time Enid had admired her friend's hairstyle. The sleek, dark pigtails framed Wednesday's cute pale face perfectly, lending an air of scary elegance that Enid found utterly captivating and again cute! Enid leaned back with a mischievous grin when an idea struck her.

"Why not try it out for myself?" she whispered to herself, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.

With determination, Enid raced back to her dorm room. She looked through her hair accessories, abandoning the colorful clips and ribbons in favor of simple black hair ties. With a few quick movements, she pulled her hair into two messy pigtails.
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her pastel hair contrasting sharply with the dark ties. "Not bad," she mused, her grin widening. It was a playful homage to Wednesday, a way to connect with her friend's darker aesthetic while still staying true to herself.
Feeling some courage, Enid decided to reveal her new look during lunch. As she entered the dining hall, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The usual cliques gathered around their tables, each immersed in their own conversations. Enid's heart raced as she approached the table where Wednesday sat.

"Hey, Wednesday!" Enid called, her voice ringing with excitement. Wednesday looked up, her expression inscrutable.
"Enid," she replied, her tone neutral but her dark eyes flickering with curiosity.
Enid twirled, showcasing her pigtails with a flourish. "What do you think? I copied your style!"
Wednesday's brow arched, a hint of amusement dancing on her lips. "You think you can pull it off?"
"Why not? I think it suits me!" Enid said, beaming. "It's a way to honor the best friend I could ask for."
Wednesday's lips twitched upward, the faintest hint of a smile gracing her usually stoic expression. "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I suppose."
Encouraged by Wednesday's response, Enid plopped down beside her. "Do you think I could make it my own? Maybe add some colorful accessories?"
Wednesday considered this, her gaze thoughtful. "Color diminishes the effect. Pigtails are meant to be stark. They should accentuate the darkness, not distract from it."
"Touché," Enid agreed, tucking a stray pastel strand behind her ear. "But can't we have a little fun with it?"
"Fun?" Wednesday echoed, tilting her head slightly. "Define 'fun.'"
"Like spooky movies and snacks after class! Or... we could throw a Halloween-themed party! Just imagine: everyone dressed in costumes and dark decorations. It'll be a blast!"

The corners of Wednesday's mouth turned up in a slight smirk. "You mean a celebration of death and despair?"

"Exactly!" Enid clapped her hands together. "And you'll help me, right?"

A moment of silence passed as Wednesday contemplated the idea. "Very well. If it involves planning a party, I could assist. But only if there are genuine terrors involved. Nothing trivial."
Enid's heart soared. "Deal! This is going to be the best party ever!"

They chatted about the upcoming event, Enid couldn't help but notice the intrigued glances from their classmates. She felt a wave of pride at being able to showcase her friendship with Wednesday, even in such a small way as copying her hairstyle. But deep down, she was curious about what Wednesday truly thought of her new look.

Days turned into weeks as the girls planned the party. Enid embraced her pigtails, adding little touches here and there, a spider-shaped clip here, a skull ribbon there while still maintaining the essence of Wednesday's style. The day of the party arrived, and Enid had transformed the gymnasium into a haunted wonderland, complete with flickering lights and cobwebs.

The sun set and the guests began to arrive, In their most terrifying costumes. Enid stood at the entrance, welcoming everyone with an infectious energy that lit up the dimly lit space.

When Wednesday appeared, her arrival commanded attention. Dressed in a flowing black gown that seemed to glide with her every step, she looked ethereal. Her own pigtails swung lightly as she walked, a perfect complement to her gothic aesthetic.

"Enid," she said, a faint smile breaking her usual demeanor. "You've outdone yourself."
"Thanks, Wednesday! And look at your outfit! You look amazing!" Enid replied, beaming.

They mingled, and as the night progressed, Enid found herself glancing at Wednesday frequently, her admiration growing. The way Wednesday interacted with everyone, the subtle humor she injected into conversations. it was captivating. Enid's pigtails swayed as she danced, and she felt free, knowing she was embodying a piece of her friend's spirit.

The clock struck midnight, the lights dimmed further, and a hush fell over the crowd. "Time for the final act," Wednesday announced, her voice steady. She had organized a ghost story competition, with Enid serving as her enthusiastic co-host.
Wednesday shared a chilling tale, Enid couldn't help but steal glances at her. The way her dark eyes gleamed with excitement as she spoke sent shivers down Enid's spine. It was in that moment she realized that while she had borrowed Wednesday's style, what she truly admired was the depth of her friend's character.

After the last story concluded, the applause echoed through the gym. Enid turned to Wednesday, her heart full. "I hope I did you proud with the pigtails."
"Proud?" Wednesday echoed, tilting her head slightly. "You may have surpassed my expectations."

Enid felt a warm blush creeping onto her cheeks. "Thanks! That means a lot coming from you."
Wednesday's lips quirked into a rare smile. "Besides, it appears your colorful spirit has brought some unexpected joy to the night. Perhaps there's more to this style than I anticipated."

Later that evening, as the last guests departed and the gym fell silent, Enid and Wednesday remained, surrounded by remnants of their hauntingly successful night.

"Next year, let's do this again," Enid suggested, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Next year," Wednesday agreed, a rare warmth in her tone, "perhaps we can explore more styles."

"Maybe even something in pastels?" Enid grinned.

"Perhaps," Wednesday mused, a hint of mischief flickering in her gaze.

In that moment, Enid knew that no matter what hairstyles they chose, their bond would remain unbreakable, tied together by shared adventures, laughter, and the delightfully dark corners of Nevermore Academy.