Originally posted on AO3
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The only thing Wednesday liked about Valentine's Day was that it was the anniversary of when St. Valentine had his head cut off. But regarding its place in the modern world, she was more than inclined to loathe it; a holiday dedicated to all the absolutely horrid traditions of colorful paper hearts, glitter, chocolate coated strawberries, commercialism, and pink.
And yes, love as well.
She had nothing against love. She loved her family. Love, in its barest sense, was the truest, most utter devotion you had for another person, the utmost desire for their best, and the unspoken promise that you'd do anything for them, including to kill, or be killed (either way, what bliss). Her problem was that, though she did not hate love, like most people assumed, she personally did not want to be consumed by the idiotic triviality that was frivolous romantic love. She knew well enough that not all romantic love was frivolous (take her parents—as nauseating as they were, she had to respect the love they held for each other. Their love for each other was more powerful, raw and passionate than any she had ever encountered in her life), but she also knew that many people did not understand what love was supposed to be like. Instead of a devotion, an action, a constant decision, to many people, it was simply a feeling. An emotion. And feelings, without logic, were always a waste of time, and always, eventually, led to destruction.
And as much as she reveled in destruction, she had many other things she intended to do with her life before her eventual demise. Not even true love did she feel an ounce of desire for. She did not have any desire to become devoted to another person to the point that she lost her own independence. And she most certainly did not feel any yearning to indulge in any sort of intimate affections. The only fleshly desire she would indulge in, the only one she truly yearned, was that of blood, tears, pain, and torture. And not the kind that came from a relationship.
Indeed, she did not have time for love. She never had, and she never intended to. So no—she did not like Valentine's Day.
But of course, the dreaded holiday still somehow found a way to rear itself in her face.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Enid said, as they both woke up to a similarly torturous headache and a similar deluge of overwhelming and revolting thoughts. "But yeah. The headache. And the other stuff. Some witches cursed Nevermore several decades ago and it still happens annually."
Wednesday's glare was fierce. "And you decided not to tell me until now? I could have prepared for this and set up counter spells weeks ago."
Enid raised both her hands. "I said I forgot! Besides, no one knows how to get rid of it. Counter spells don't work. Trust me, we tried. So we just do what we have to and get it over with."
Wednesday's jaw clenched tightly. "And what, exactly, do we have to do?" she hissed.
Enid pressed her lips together tightly.
Wednesday hated Valentine's Day.
The atmosphere was filled with a conflicting air as they both headed down for breakfast. There were the typical groups of students who were whispering and chattering excitedly, but there were also others whose faces were twisted uncomfortably. Wednesday was pleased to note Xavier's constipated expression, and Bianca's slightly uncomfortable look.
Enid hurried forward as Ajax walked through the crowd with an oddly more-lost-than-normal and especially distracted expression on his face. She had to wave and snap her hands in front of him several times before he finally noticed her.
"Ajax! Wanna go on a date with me after school?" she asked, smirking at him flirtatiously. Ajax blinked once, his eyes flickering down at her as he reached up to clutch his head. "Huh?"
Normally, Enid might've been annoyed or even hurt by this, especially since it was Valentine's Day. But even on normal days, as slow and distracted as Ajax normally was, even he wasn't dense enough to miss an outright invitation. But because of the insufferable curse placed upon the school, Enid was understanding. She took his hand, pulled him closer to her, and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Ajax. After school, do you want to go on a date with me?" she asked again, slower this time.
It was clear it took several moments for understanding to force its way past the wave of thoughts that were being shoved at the forefront of his mind, but finally his eyes blinked in understanding.
"Oh! Yes!" he cried, flushing in embarrassment. Enid beamed. "S—sorry. The Valentine's curse," he continued sheepishly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to—"
"I know," Enid interrupted, smiling at him. She tip-toed to kiss him on the nose, and Wednesday rolled her eyes, ignoring them as she continued in line for breakfast. The couple followed suit a few feet behind her.
Wednesday could hardly focus on her food. As much as she enjoyed pain, this headache was too dull to be satisfactory. Enid and Ajax were no help whatsoever, as for some reason her roommate decided it was a good idea for them both to sit with her and, despite their matching headaches, continued to flirt and giggle with each other. If anything, it made Wednesday's headache even worse (and not in the way she would hope). But eventually (though definitely not soon enough) breakfast was over, and the students all flocked towards the Quad as they had been requested prior to the meal.
While waiting, to her utter dismay, Wednesday was forced to listen as everyone whispered excitedly (or nervously) to each other.
"Who'd you get, Enid?" Divina asked.
The werewolf grimaced. "Lucas."
Divina and Yoko made similar faces of sympathy. Enid and Ajax were still sticking closely together, their fingers intertwined for support. So, unfortunately, that meant Xavier coming over to them. And with Divina there, that automatically meant Bianca, too.
"You're not looking too good, Jax," Xavier said, nodding at Ajax's bewildered exterior.
"Yeah," the gorgon mumbled distractedly.
"Who'd you get?"
Ajax screwed up his face. "I—I can't remember her name. One of the ones who intern at Hawte Kewture." He gave Xavier a questioning look. "You?"
"Sara. One of the cheerleaders," he responded, sounding like he couldn't care less. He turned to Wednesday with a raised eyebrow. "What about you?"
"Bold of you to assume that the curse has had any effect on me," she snarked immediately. She did not want to have this conversation with him. She did not want to have this conversation with anyone, but most especially him. She noticed that Enid shot her a look, but was otherwise smart enough not to say anything.
Someone snorted. "She's lying," Bianca stated, stopping beside Xavier and crossing her arms. Wednesday returned the look with the slightest narrowing of her eyes.
"Even if that were true," Wednesday responded, flatly, "I share who I was assigned to with who I want. You're not special enough for the pleasure."
Bianca simply rolled her eyes.
"Where's Kent?" Divina asked. "I haven't seen him all morning."
"The bathroom, I think. Probably hiding out of embarrassment," Bianca responded, smirking slightly. Divina, Yoko, Xavier, and even Ajax and Enid chuckled.
"So who'd you get?" Divina asked, and Bianca shrugged. "One of the guys at the Weathervane. Carlos, I think."
Before anyone could talk more about who they got and what they thought about it, Principal Weems finally showed up and signaled for everyone to pay attention.
"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone," she began, smiling. The students responded with a variety of different tones, ranging from excited, to nervous, to simply bored. "I know you're all anxious to get going, but I just wanted to remind you all that we will only be there for a few minutes before we head back for your classes. We don't need anyone getting too, ahem, excited."
Nervous and mischievous chuckles resounded around the Quad, and Wednesday rolled her eyes.
After a few more quick words from Weems, everyone (students, teachers and even the janitor included) made their way out of the school and filed towards the shuttles.
"Wednesday!" Eugene cried, hurrying to catch up with her. She nodded in acknowledgement. "Eugene."
The boy was decidedly nervous, fidgeting with his hands nervously. "I—I was hoping I'd see you. Do—d'you have any advice? This is my first time too, you know—and I've never really kissed a girl before, per say. I mean, obviously my moms don't count, but—"
He rambled on for a bit longer, and Wednesday was only half listening by the time they were outside the building. The moment the shuttles were in view, Wednesday finally interrupted, "Eugene. I am the last person to ask for advice. I am also the last person to care about this entire debacle. I'd rather drink boiling water and tear out my intestines than have anything to do with this pitiful excuse for a holiday." She paused. "And I may just do that anyway."
"But—you got someone too," he responded slowly, too confused to acknowledge her morbid descriptions. "Right?"
Before she could reply, Eugene was called into a shuttle. Wednesday scowled as yet another image of the person the curse had chosen for her flashed across her mind, causing her headache to throb more.
She hadn't told anyone who she'd gotten—not even Enid. She didn't need anyone knowing she had gotten Tyler Galpin.
She couldn't understand how the witches who had cursed them thought this was a good idea. Forcing a bunch of Outcasts to kiss a Jericho Normie (and on the lips no less) in a twisted attempt at integrating the two worlds was nothing short of idiotic. She had to admire the sadism. She could respect anyone who went so far as to curse an entire school (and not just the students, but the teachers, and other adults as well), as well as the entire Jericho population (obviously, of a specific age and up), to get a point across.
But that did not change the fact that this was still a complete and utter waste of her time, not to mention a wholly ineffective method of convincing anyone to get along. If it weren't for their incessant headaches and intrusive thoughts, and Jericho's inhabitant's inability to sleep unless they were kissed by whichever Outcast had been unlucky enough to be selected for them, then this entire charade would very likely have been ignored altogether. No such luck.
Too soon, they arrived at Jericho, and the students and teachers started to file out. The citizens of Jericho, as soon as they took notice, started to flock forward, some begrudgingly, some a little too eagerly, while some just seemed bored. Wednesday did not usually care to sympathize with people, but she could definitely sympathize with the latter ones in this case.
Enid was visibly a little uncomfortable. Lucas was already near the front of the crowd, looking around curiously. Once he saw Enid approaching him, his eyebrows rose slightly.
"Hello," he greeted, a little flirtatiously. Enid rolled her eyes.
"I have a boyfriend," she said, raising her hand at him. "I'm only doing this so I can get this stupid headache out of the way."
Lucas raised an eyebrow and put his hand on his chest. "Ouch," he said, not sounding too hurt. Enid rolled her eyes. "Let's just get this over with."
Wednesday watched in utter disgust as Enid puckered her lips, and Lucas awkwardly bent down. Their lips had barely touched before Enid and him quickly pulled away.
"I'm going to throw up in my mouth," Wednesday said monotonously. The two ignored her.
"Right… good—good kiss," Lucas said, smiling nervously and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Yeah," Enid responded awkwardly, quickly pulling a loose hair behind her ear. She offered Lucas a quick smile. "K. Bye."
"Bye," Lucas said, waving weakly as she hurried away. Wednesday noticed his visible droop of disappointment as she left, and she couldn't help but feel mildly satisfied.
Enid, meanwhile, hurried over to Ajax, who was clearly trying to stall the inevitable, fidgeting with his beanie as a blonde girl patiently smiled at him flirtatiously. But once he noticed Enid coming he seemed to make a decision, quickly grabbing the girl by her shoulders and kissing her, before prying her off him (she was reluctant, and desperate) and repeatedly wiping his mouth on his sleeve. The girl was clearly more than a little infatuated with him, but he ignored her in favor of turning his attention towards Enid, who was trotting towards him, her arms behind her back and a mischievous smirk plastered on her face.
"You enjoy?" she asked cheekily, and Ajax opened his mouth soundlessly before starting to sputter. Enid rolled her eyes playfully, then grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him down to her level and planting her lips firmly on his.
He blinked dumbly in surprise before eventually relaxing and melting into her. The girl who Ajax kissed opened her mouth, affronted, as her dreams shattered immediately. Wednesday had to admit, she was proud of Enid for the savagery. While Enid and Ajax continued to kiss, their arms making their way around each other, the girl huffed and marched away, arms crossed and ponytail swinging.
Wednesday pushed through the crowd, barely nodding as Eugene gave her a dazed thumbs up as he staggered away. A few feet away, Bianca was clearly done as she pulled away from a tall boy who looked just as annoyed as she did. Xavier seemed to at least attempt to kiss for more than a second before quickly stepping away, the girl grinning and waggling her eyebrows at him. Divina and Yoko, meanwhile, were trying to shove Kent towards a girl who was waiting impatiently, her arms crossed as she fumed.
There was a flash of dark blonde curls at the edge of her vision, and Wednesday turned to find Tyler awkwardly scanning the crowd. Without intending to, she found herself making her way over to him, and his eyes lit up eagerly when he saw her.
"Hey," Tyler said slowly, raising an eyebrow at her a little mischievously.
"No," Wednesday responded instantly. Tyler blinked.
"No, what?"
"No, I'm not going to kiss you."
The overeager Normie boy was clearly disappointed. He shoved his hands into his pockets and furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Oh? Who's the lucky guy, then?"
Wednesday narrowed her eyes at him. "No one. I'm not kissing anyone."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. Wednesday hated that he could somehow suspect that she was lying, but she kept her exterior stoic.
Tyler's tone was casual as he slowly continued, "Oh. So… you didn't get anyone?" And at her non-verbal confirmation (one which he clearly did not believe), asked, "then why are you here?"
"I was forced to come." Wednesday's voice was flat. Tyler shrugged, trying to mask his skepticism. "Alright, then. So you just came over to me for a chat, huh?" At this he did smile, a little mischievously.
"You're the only person that I find tolerable in this piteous excuse for a town," she responded, her arms crossed. "And I'm starting to feel nauseous watching horrible attempts at a simple kiss. It's embarrassing."
"What, you think you could do better?" Tyler's lips quirked upwards at the corners slightly, and for a moment, Wednesday saw a challenging look appear in his eyes. A challenge she was almost tempted to accept. But, despite her headache throbbing even more violently from being so close to him and the look in his eyes, she simply narrowed her eyes at him and stated, "Of course."
At that, Tyler did smile amusedly, his eyes briefly flickering to her lips. But before Wednesday could give the appropriate response to such smugness, his glance flickered off to the side. His eyes widened in horror as an expression of pure disgust came across his face. Wednesday turned to look, hoping it would be something entertaining. Unfortunately, she was sorely, sorely disappointed as she instead saw Principal Weems and Sheriff Galpin kissing just a few feet away.
Tyler made an audible gagging noise behind her, and though she enjoyed his clear disgust and dismay at the sight, she did not find the actual cause of his discomfort entertaining at all. She rolled her eyes and turned away just as the two pulled apart. Behind her back, the sheriff noticed his son watching them with a traumatized expression, and he turned slightly red, tipping his hat quickly at the headmistress before hurrying away.
Tyler covered his eyes and let out an anguished moan. "I think I need to bleach my eyes."
"I could help with that." Wednesday's eyes gleamed. Tyler quickly took a step back and held up his hands. "No, thanks."
Weems's voice (slightly breathless, Wednesday noted disgustedly) floated across the crowd, summoning everyone back to the shuttles. Tyler offered Wednesday one last smile, which she did not return. Shame. She was hoping she could grab a quad before they returned to the school. As she stood in line behind Enid and Ajax, who were chittering disgustingly about their date plans, she stole one last glance back at the crowd that was slowly starting to disperse, but couldn't find a head of dark blonde curls anywhere. She shook her head, willing her headache to subside and shoving yet another flash of Tyler's puppy-dog eyes out of her mind. Perhaps she could find a way to curse the bloodline of the witches who had cursed them all in the first place. It seemed a rather appropriate form of revenge. She'd have to do some research on that another time.
…
Wednesday was good at suppressing her feelings. She knew this. But, though it hurt her pride to admit, it was getting rather difficult to remain stoic faced as the morning faded into the afternoon.
She had barely managed to focus on her classes. The headache had only worsened, and instead of it becoming more pleasant like she had hoped, it only became more of a nuisance. And the images of Tyler flashing behind her eyes were making it difficult to see. For once she was grateful that Enid's hair clips and hair dye were so sickeningly bright. As horrible as they looked, the bright pastel colors actually helped her follow Enid to their classes despite the deluge of images invading her brain. It was a good thing they shared most of their classes, and that the few classes they didn't share had been in the morning when the wave of Tyler hadn't been so… aggressive. He had even severely impacted her writing time, which had only succeeded in making her more irritated.
But now that the school day was ending, she was starting to suspect that she was being a little more obvious than she initially thought. Which of course was not much, but it was enough for Enid to mention it as they waited for their last class to begin.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
Wednesday shot her an annoyed look, her eyebrows furrowed questioningly. Enid raised both her eyebrows in response. "You've been acting off all day. You didn't kiss whoever you got, did you?"
Wednesday narrowed her eyes. Enid's lips quirked up slightly as a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. "It's Tyler, isn't it?"
The surprise must have somehow shown on her face, because Enid quickly explained, "I saw you and him talking, so I assumed."
When Wednesday only responded with a slightly more intensified glare, Enid only sighed. "Well, you better get it over with soon. Otherwise, neither of you will be able to sleep tonight."
Wednesday scowled, but before she could respond, their teacher arrived and all of her energy had to be focused on attempting to get any semblance of work done. At the very least, she needed to take notes so she could research and study on her own later.
Once the school day was finally over, Wednesday headed straight for hers and Enid's room, determined to try to get some writing done before dinner. Enid came in a few minutes later, changing out of her uniform in preparation for hers and Ajax's date.
"If I were you," she said, just a little too loudly, "I'd go down to Jericho already, and, since most people will be at dinner, head to the Weathervane and—"
She was cut off by a knife flying in her direction, the weapon just a few inches of slicing off her ear, quivering slightly on impact with Enid's wall.
"Fine." Enid was starting to grow unphased by Wednesday's knife throwing. She would have to rectify that at some point. "But don't complain when you can't get any rest tonight. I need my beauty sleep." And with that, she was out the door, missing another of Wednesday's knives by a few millimeters as she quickly shut the door behind her.
Wednesday scowled, knowing for sure then that any attempt at writing would be futile. She pushed away from her desk a little harder than necessary, marched to the door and grabbed her knife, gripping it tightly in her hand. Her pride refused to admit defeat, but the logical part of her mind told her that unless she could find a way to get rid of a decades old curse in her current state, then there was truly only one option. Without another sound, she flung her knife onto her desk, nearly stabbing Thing, who jumped quickly away.
…
That night, Wednesday tried to sleep. But any and all attempts only made her headache worse, while shutting her eyes only made the images in her head more distinct. Fine. She might as well accept defeat gracefully. She sat up, swung her legs out of bed, and pulled her shoes on without a word.
From her bed across the room, Enid suddenly propped herself up on her elbows, and, without even turning on her light, raised an eyebrow at her with a knowing smirk. Wednesday only sent her another death glare as she pulled a hoodie over her head. "If you tell anyone, I will dismember you and scatter your remains for the police to find for years to come."
Enid grimaced, giving Wednesday some satisfaction as she prepared to be completely humiliated. The curfew was in full effect, obviously, but that wouldn't be much of an issue. She allowed Thing to sleep and slipped out the door without another word.
It was only a few minutes before she was out of Nevermore and heading towards the Galpin house. Thing had given her the address before heading to bed. With only a flashlight in hand, Wednesday marched towards what seemed very much like her doom, the cold, biting air refreshing in its' stinging. The moon loomed ominously overhead, obscured by the mostly gray sky. A truly lovely night, for a truly horrific turn of events.
As the house loomed into view, with no other buildings in sight, Wednesday had to force herself not to turn around from the sheer repulsion of what she was about to do. If the curse was anything to go by, she knew that Tyler would still be awake. And while it wasn't exactly what she wanted, she would have almost preferred it if she did the deed when he was asleep (Enid would have called it 'princess style'—Wednesday would've responded by throwing a knife at her throat). But of course the witches wouldn't allow that. So she continued forward, her body growing more tense the closer she got, until she was finally at their door.
Then, she realized that maybe it was better to climb the window. She did not feel like having to encounter the sheriff if she could help it. But before she could even take a single step, a loud, booming bark resounded across the entire house. Suddenly, the door opened, and Sheriff Galpin himself stood at the doorway, his uniform unbuttoned slightly at the collar and hat nowhere to be seen. At the sight of her, he merely let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Just get it over with," he grunted, letting her in. "And quickly. Tyler has been pacing in his room for the last hour, and I would appreciate it if he got to bed already so I can sleep."
Wednesday glared at him but stepped inside without a word. Elvis the dog watched from the living room as she climbed the stairs, dumb eyes curious, but otherwise acquiescent.
She could already tell which room was Tyler's because of the light footfalls sounding from within. She took a breath, then, without knocking, opened the door.
Tyler looked up with a mildly annoyed expression for just a fraction of a second before he jumped in surprise, eyes widening.
"Holy crap—Wednesday!?" Tyler gasped, clutching his chest much too dramatically for this time of night. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Wednesday stared at him, for once unsure of how to respond. So instead, she eyed his outfit. Instead of the many layers that she was used to, this time Tyler only wore one—a plain, faded red, slightly loose t-shirt, black sweatpants, and a pair of white socks.
She fixed her gaze back onto his face. In the silence that followed, Tyler's expression had shifted from utter confusion, his eyebrows knitted together furiously, to realization as his eyes widened comically.
"You—" his eyebrows raised so high that they disappeared behind his curls. "So… you did get someone."
Wednesday looked down without moving her head. When she looked up again, a smirk had started to form on his face.
"I'm only doing this because I have to," Wednesday muttered, glaring fiercely through her bangs. Tyler's stupid, goofy grin only widened. The fact that he wasn't intimidated made her even more frustrated, and she contemplated how best to torture him so that he could learn what the appropriate response to her glare actually was. Perhaps a slow sort of torture, where she conditioned him to fear her gradually, would do the trick.
"I mean, a win's a win?" he said, too eagerly, letting out a sudden inhale when Wednesday begrudgingly stepped closer.
She looked up at him. He was taller than her, and as he looked down, his messy, dark blonde curls fell down to half cover his right eye. Her gaze trailed down to his lips, and as it did, she noticed his body tense up slightly.
There was a long silence as they stood there, both trying to steel themselves to do the deed, but when Tyler continued to stand there nervously without any sign of initiating, she let out an exasperated exhale. Grabbing him by the back of his neck with one hand while using the other to grip his t-shirt, Wednesday pulled him down towards her and planted his lips onto hers.
He only seemed surprised for a moment before relaxing into her. Wednesday made sure that she was holding him tightly enough that he wouldn't be able to hold her back. But he was starting to push himself closer, and she hadn't meant for the kiss to last longer than a second. Horrified, she quickly pulled away, leaving Tyler's lips trailing after hers in an attempt to extend what had already lasted for far too long.
"That's it?" Tyler gasped, a little breathless.
"Yes." Wednesday's heart rate was dangerously high, which normally would have been a thrilling thing. But she couldn't imagine what her parents would think if they found out she had died due to a kiss-induced heart attack. She'd never hear the end of it. The seancés gushing about it would be endless.
A loud coughing sounded behind them, and it was only then that Wednesday realized that she was still holding onto Tyler, one hand still gripping the back of his neck and the other still clutching his shirt. She let go and whipped around to find the sheriff watching them from the doorway, leaning on the frame with his arms tightly crossed. She was so vandalized at being caught in such a compromising position that she barely had time to register, much less appreciate, that her headache and magically induced intrusive thoughts had finally gone. She shot the sheriff with a deathly glare while Tyler stared at his dad with an irritated, but slightly dazed expression.
"Don't you think you've extended your visit for a little too long, Addams?" the sheriff asked, a little too loudly. Wednesday glared. "Quite."
She quickly grabbed her flashlight off Tyler's bed before turning to face the boy one last time.
"Farewell, Tyler," she said, and he swallowed once before breaking out into a wide, idiotic grin.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, sounding much too hopeful. She could see that his eyelids were already quickly beginning to droop, signaling the curse had definitely broken. All the exhaustion that he was supposed to feel hours ago was now crashing down on him all at once. Wednesday could feel that her body was also fatigued after an entire day of enduring the curse. And she could tell that he noticed it, too. A sleepy smirk started to crawl onto his face, and Wednesday glowered and decided not to respond as she walked out of his room, passing the sheriff without another glance.
When she disappeared down the stairs, Tyler and his dad looked at each other. Tyler grinned goofily, sleepily, and mischievously, making the sheriff roll his eyes. "Get. To. Bed."
"Yessir," was Tyler's slurred response, his grin only widening.
Downstairs, Wednesday opened the front door, only to be stopped yet again by the sheriff.
"Wait," he grumbled. He grabbed a set of keys off the counter. "I'll drive you back."
Wednesday opened her mouth to protest, but the sheriff raised a hand. "That wasn't a suggestion. It's not safe for you to be walking around on your own, especially at this time of night."
It was as if the gods had a personal vendetta against her today. Wednesday scowled, but bitterly allowed the sheriff to lead her to his truck. She spotted Tyler watching her from the windows, and he offered her a small wave that she did not return. Even so, she could feel him smiling at her when she turned away.
The ride back was silent, as she had expected. But she had to admit that it was perhaps a good thing the sheriff had insisted after all, since Wednesday found her eyes nearly shutting more than once on the ride back (if she didn't know that her exhaustion had been induced by supernatural means, she would have been appalled at such weakness. She had stayed up multiple nights longer than this).
Curses. Maybe she wouldn't visit the Weathervane, just to punish Tyler for humiliating her like this. But then she thought that instead, perhaps she could sneak some cyanide, or a potion, into whatever drink he'd prepare for himself while on break. That would be much more entertaining. Satisfied with that idea, Wednesday settled deeper into her seat and watched the shadows looming through the windows, the moon winking smugly at her from in between the trees.
By the time she was back in her room, Enid was fast asleep, and she contemplated smothering her for having quipped at her earlier before deciding against it. She was too exhausted for that now. Maybe next time. With that, Wednesday took off her hoodie, put her flashlight away, took off her shoes, and lay down in her bed, crossing her arms across her chest and shutting her eyes. She fell almost instantly into a slumber as deep and heavy as death itself. Probably the one and only good thing to have come out of that entire spectacle of a day. Probably.