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Much to Wednesday's displeasure, a simple letter addressed to Enid had quickly resulted in a visit from Enid.
The two women sat in Wednesday's bedroom chatting after Lurch graciously escorted the family's visitor up the mansion's winding staircase lined with deep, rich, red velvet.
"This is so exciting!" Enid squealed as she sat on the bed next to Wednesday, "How awesome is it that we'll be going back to Nevermore……together?! Maybe they'll even let us be roommates again for the weekend!"
"...Why were you nominated for an award?" Wednesday scowled.
Her rude question was a legitimate albeit tactless inquiry.
After graduation, Enid had married her boyfriend, Ajax Petropolus, and had spent the last five years as a housewife who enjoyed roaming through the woods during full moons.
"Oh, I wasn't nominated for an award!" Enid laughed, "Ajax was."
"...Why?" Wednesday asked.
"For his work." Enid blinked, "Remember I told you he's formed the first Petrification Unit with a few other gorgons? The police may use them from time to time, doctors might too, they're excited about how they can help people……Wednesday," Enid laughed, "You do realize other people have been nominated besides you and Xavier, right?"
Wednesday scowled at her friend, "...You could have mentioned all this in a reply letter. Rushing over was unnecessary."
"I wonder if our window's still there?!" Enid squealed as an excited, hopeful smile spread across her face.
"It still doesn't take much to excite you, does it?" Wednesday frowned.
"Don't worry, Wednesday!" Enid promised as she stood to leave, "I'll make sure you have fun!...Whether you want to or not!"
Enid's pledge to show Wednesday a good time may as well have been a death threat.
With an exaggerated sigh, Wednesday crossed her arms as she sat on her bed and narrowed her dark eyes.
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As Enid descended the grand staircase in the Addams family's elegant, gothic house, she remained blissfully unaware that Morticia waited for her in the shadows.
Her foot had barely touched the last step before Wednesday's mother rushed out in front of her like a beautiful wraith with her long, black hair hanging down to her waist and her dark lips twisted into a gleeful grin, "Enid, darling, so good of you to come and see us this morning."
"M-Mrs. Addams!" Enid stuttered, taken by surprise. She slapped a smile on her face as she nodded and said, "Yeah, Wednesday and I were just talking!...I'm actually on my way out."
"...Leaving so soon?" Morticia asked with a pout, "I had hoped that you and I could have a little chat before you left."
"...A chat?" Enid blinked.
"Won't you come with me for a moment?" Mortification frowned.
"Um…….Sure, Mrs. Addams." Enid shrugged.
Morticia flashed Enid a little smile before she nodded, turned, and led the way down the winding corridor into the bedchamber she shared with Gomez.
Enid stood a short distance back as Morticia opened a nightstand drawer, pulled a lever, and watched the bookcase next to the closet open itself to reveal a secret passage.
"...In here, dear." Morticia grinned as she glanced over her shoulder at Enid, "Let me show you…..."
"I don't understand, Mrs. Addams." Enid nervously replied as she followed Morticia inside that secret room, far away from prying eyes and eavesdropping ears.
The secret door quietly closed once Enid and Morticia had entered the small room.
Inside that hidden place waited a small, black sofa and on it, a large, black box.
"Sit down, dear." Morticia smiled as she took a seat on one side of the box.
Enid obediently sat on the sofa's unoccupied side.
She frowned at her best friend's mother while she patiently waited.
Uncomfortable with the austere situation, Enid would have much rather have left the house when she had originally planned.
"Someday soon, you may become a mother, perhaps." Morticia smiled at Enid, "What I must ask of you today would make much more sense if you had children of your own…..Then you could better understand my broken heart."
Enid blinked as Morticia went on, "Pugsley has always been an easy child, while Wednesday tested me from the very beginning. Her birth itself took three days." She grinned widely.
"Oh……." Enid blinked, unsure of whether she should be impressed or sympathetic.
Enid had learned over the years that it was often difficult to correctly interpret social cues during interactions with members of the Addams Family.
She began to speak but Morticia cut her off, "That must have been-"
"-Exhilarating? Yes, it was!" Morticia chuckled, "Forgive me, I digress, my Wednesday has been taught to face the world with the iron-clad will to survive that we Addams have long been proud of…….It's a concept she's latched onto since toddlerhood and has yet to relinquish…..Regardless, I am her mother," Morticia smiled, "And after that letter came about the weekend at Nevermore, I have seen in my visions and in Wednesday's eyes what my daughter truly wants……The tragedy is that she is too proud to admit it."
Enid and Morticia stared at each other for a long moment.
Finally, Enid shattered the silence by making a bold assumption about what Morticia alluded to as her eyes widened, "...Mrs. Addams, do you mean……Xavier?"
"Now how would you have possibly concluded that, darling?" Morticia smirked.
"Because they were always together in school and I think they would have been-" Enid stopped herself as Morticia's smirk widened.
"It's no coincidence that I think the same thing…..and it is also no coincidence that my ancestors send me nightly visions of that very situation. They're urging me, my dear, to help my daughter unite with her true love." She grinned as she reached out and carefully opened the box, mindful of not smudging her dark, lacquered nails.
Once the box's lid was removed, Enid looked down at its contents.
Inside the box lay sumptuous folds of a silky fabric highlighted by panels of rich, burned velvet, all black, with long, elegant sleeves and a thoughtfully curved neckline.
"...A dress?" She asked as she blinked up at Morticia, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Addams, I don't understand how that's going to-"
"-The connection between my Wednesday and the Thorpe boy is undeniable." Morticia grinned, "I witnessed it at graduation, in the way they looked at each other. It reminded me so much of the bond I share with my Gomez! I am tormented by the same curse as Wednesday, my dear girl, but in my visions, my daughter knows the same happiness in her lover's arms that I do in mine."
Enid blinked "But Wednesday and Xavier are-"
"-Like magnets." Morticia agreed with a nod, "Content to remain apart until they feel that irresistible pull to one another!...And once they're connected, they will never separate! Won't you help a poor mother, Enid?" Morticia asked as she glanced from Enid to the dress and then back to Enid, "Won't you help a poor mother give her daughter the best life possible?"
Enid frowned at Morticia for a long moment before she asked, "...What exactly do you want me to do, Mrs. Addams?"
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Xavier frowned as he gazed at each of his Wednesday works while he walked through his private art gallery in his home's basement.
For reference, he reread the typed letter he had recieved:
Dear Mr. Xavier Thorpe,
While Nevermore Academy humbly thanks you for accepting the invite for the Black Hearts, Bright Minds Award Ceremony, please note that a sample of your works will be shown during that weekend to inspire current students. Please bring several pieces you feel are your very best work, those that define not only your professional capabilities, but those that pay homage to your heart and soul.
Sincerely,
Principal Weems
Xavier thought it was a bit odd his invitation had been hand-signed by his previous school master, yet the second request bore only her typed name.
Regardless, he spent the majority of that day choosing only the best of his Wednesday paintings.
Hope bloomed in his heart.
Perhaps during that long weekend, while others gawked at that which he had worked to keep private, his darling would be amongst the crowd of onlookers.
Perhaps she would dare to ask about the reason behind his artistic motivation…….
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Morticia Addams had worn the same plum colored lipstick for the past three decades.
It was a little known secret, but that was the one beauty trick Wednesday had stolen from her mother, except she preferred to mute the color by dabbing it twice with a napkin after each application.
The morning that she rose to travel to Nevermore Academy for her weekend of awards and supposed fun, Wednesday scowled into her mirror as she applied her lipstick.
"I suppose you're coming with me?" She asked as she glanced over at Thing, who waited loyally on her desk.
When he made the necessary hand signal to indicate she would indeed receive his companionship, Wednesday turned to look back at her reflection.
"...Do you think the window is still there?"
Wednesday watched in the mirror as Thing raised a finger, a gesture that translated to what would have been a shrug.
"I regret this already." She sighed under her breath as she scooped her friend into her old backpack, gathered her trunks, and began her journey.
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Settling in proved to be a surprising scene of chaos brought on by a failed attempt at coordination.
Current students ran rampant across campus while the alumni arrived, checked in, and were shuffled from one part of the school to another while rooms were assigned.
The attic room at the top of the tower the two girls had previously shared just happened to be available, much to Wednesday's dismay and Enid's elation.
"Oh my gosh!" Enid squealed as she and Wednesday stood in front of each other across from the window.
Wednesday stood on the side with plain glass while Enid jumped up and down out of excitement in the bright reflection from the portion of the pane that had remained covered in color, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!"
Wednesday stood with a silent frown on her face as her dark eyes followed Enid up and down while she bounced out her enthusiasm.
By the time they girls laid down that night, Wednesday was exhausted.
Enid's nostalgia-induced chatter had prevented Wednesday from playing her cello, writing, sitting in silence, and pursuing all her other usual, night activities.
As Enid slept peacefully, Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes to doze off.
She had forgotten how much energy Enid demanded.
How had she ever roomed with her overzealous friend?
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Xavier arrived at Nevermore Academy too late to be offered his old dormitory.
Instead, he found himself unpacking his bags in a small apartment close to the courtyard, usually reserved for visiting professors.
He sighed as he glanced out the window, up at the silver moon.
He knew it was a foolish thought the second it entered his mind, although he allowed himself to dream.
His eyes softened as his gaze wandered up to the tower with half the window covered in rainbow hues.
Could Wednesday be up there, behind the glass?
……….Had she brought her cello with her?
…….Would he finally hear her music again?
Xavier became consumed by the hope of stealing one look at his beloved, even a single glimpse would be a treat after years of painful separation.
He stepped out onto the terraced balcony and leaned against the wrought iron fence while he gazed up at the window.
A delusion gripped his heart.
Yes, she would be there.
She had to be!
She would come.
Xavier waited patiently as an hour passed.
She would come.
Two hours of silent moonlight went by.
She would come.
By the third hour, Xavier's eyelids grew as heavy as his heart while he slumped between the fence and the wall to fall into a deep sleep.
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Somewhere between a dream and a vision, Wednesday found herself waking down a lacquered hallway.
Passersby laughed, consumed in their own joyful conversations.
The sound echoed off the walls while Wednesday took notice of their fine dresses and suits.
She glanced down and realized she sported the same black and white dress she had favored in her early youth.
The black braids she preferred brushed her shoulders.
Her eyes narrowed as her gaze landed on a tall man with his back turned towards her.
A feeling of relief flooded her system as she realized from the way his hair fell onto his fine, black suit and his posture that he must be……
"Xavier!" She called.
The man did not turn around.
"Xavier!" She scowled as she shouted, irritated that he ignored her.
When he failed to respond a second time, she stomped towards him, annoyed.
"Xavier!" Wednesday snapped as she reached him and grabbed his arm.
That would get his attention, no doubt.
Her plan succeeded.
The man turned to face her.
Wednesday's eyes widened as her mouth fell open.
She looked at Xavier, yet there was too much of her present in his face.
From his cheekbones to the shape of his lips, Wednesday clearly saw herself reflected in……
In…..
"You're not Xavier!" Wednesday snapped.
"No." The man replied in a voice similar to one she recognized.
"Who are you?!" She demanded.
"Your son." The man scowled as he narrowed his black eyes to slits in a hateful scowl that perfectly matched the one she often wore.
He suddenly disappeared as Wednesday sat bolt upright in bed with a gasp.
She panted for breath as she looked around her room with wide eyes.
Enid slept on as Wednesday hurried to get dressed.
The sun was up.
She would see to it that Xavier soon was as well, if she had to turn Nevermore Academy upside down to find him.