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Enid Sinclair took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp autumn air as she stood before the newly renovated gates of Nevermore Academy. The building, with its gothic spires and ivy-covered walls, had always felt like a second home to her, but today, the anticipation of seeing Wednesday Addams again made her heart race with an intensity she had never felt before.
The summer had been an interesting time for Enid. She had finally undergone her first full transformation into a werewolf in the battle against the Hyde, an experience that had been both terrifying and exhilarating, as it finally seemed her mother no longer would have reasons to criticize her and ostracize her from the rest of the pack due to her previous inability to transform.
But mainly it was an enlightening experience, as it was during this transformation that she had come to a startling realization: her wolf had recognized Wednesday as her mate. To this day, the memory of Wednesday's unique scent—an intoxicating blend of ink, old books, wilted roses, and wet grass—was seared into her mind, and her wolf yearned for her in a way that was almost unbearable.
And while it’s true that she started to have feelings for her roommate since the Rav’n Dance, there’s a big leap between having a crush and flat out realizing your wolf imprinted on her. A crush she could deal with as it could come and go without affecting her everyday life, but an imprint? That’s the life changing, nerve wrecking, do or die kind of thing.
But no need to get ahead of ourselves and go to the dramatic side of things just yet. There’s plenty of time for that later.
As Enid walked through the gates after her family dropped her and her brothers off at the entrance of the academy and into the courtyard, she scanned the crowd of returning students, her eyes rapidly searching for those familiar dark braids and pale complexion. She knew Wednesday would stand out, even among the eclectic mix of Nevermore’s students. It didn’t take long for her to spot Wednesday, standing alone near the entrance of Ophelia Hall, her expression as stoic as ever but with her eyes seeming searching for something.
“Willa!” Enid called out, using the affectionate nickname she had given Wednesday. She waved enthusiastically as she made her way over as fast as she could while dragging her bags behind her, trying hard to contain her sudden desire to pull the other girl into a hug and never let go.
Wednesday’s eyes flickered with a hint of something that might have been relief as Enid approached. “Enid,” she acknowledged with a nod. “I trust your summer was... eventful?”
Enid laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “You could say that. How about yours? Did you manage to avoid any homicidal maniacs?”
Wednesday’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile. “Barely. The local authorities were disappointingly inept, as usual.”
Enid couldn’t help the blush that covered her face at seeing Wednesdays almost smile, the beginnings of a dimple beginning to show which caused a sudden ache to grow from the pit of her stomach, and it seemed like her face started to show the discomfort as Wednesday was quick to ask, “Is everything alright?”
Enid tried hard to contain her train of thought, but the feeling that was clawing through her body couldn’t be contained any longer, and without further preamble, she blurted out, “Can I hug you, Willa?”
Wednesday seemed a bit startled at her outburst, but she quickly recovered and schooled her features into her usual stoic expression, not without first giving a consenting nod to the request.
Enid tried her hardest to not squeal, and as gently as she dared, she pulled the other girl closer, until she was able to fully envelop her in her arms, trying her hardest not to whimper at the delicious feeling being this close to her mate caused, drawing a big whiff of the scent surrounding her. After a couple of seconds, she could feel Wednesday reaching out to close her arms around her waist, returning the hug.
After what seemed like a moderate amount of time to pass the action as those of a friend, Enid started to pull away, beaming in such a way one would think she was delivered incredible news of her favorite K-Pop band.
As she pulled away, she couldn’t help but linger a bit closer to Wednesday, taking this rare chance to admire her facial features, and…oh my, were those freckles?
Enid unconsciously bit her lip as soon as she took notice of the freckles adorning her roomies nose and cheeks, wanting nothing more than to count them, trace each one and draw constellations in her mind as she mapped them with her fingers, and without meaning to, her eyes dropped down to her lips. She immediately felt her mouth run dry, how she never noticed how full and and soft they looked? A myriad of questions started to run through her mind without her being able to help it, would her lipstick smear all over her lips if she kissed her? Or did Willa used a superstay type of lipstick? How would a mix of pink and black look in both of their lips after a prolonged period of kissing? Would she enjoy it if she bit her lip? Or would she get mad? She seems like the kind of person to enjoy a bit of pain.
Without realizing it her thumb had started to run through her roomies lips, wait…what? When did her hands reached up to cup Wednesdays face?!
Immediately Enid took a step back and dropped her hands as if scalded, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to deflect her intent by asking, “What kind of lipstick do you use Willa? It looks to be the kind that doesn’t fade?”
Wednesday after blinking (weird) a couple of times began to reply as they fell into step together heading towards their shared dorm room. As they walked, Enid couldn’t help but feel a familiar warmth spreading through her chest whilst a big sigh of relief escaped her as her roomie didn’t call her out on her previous actions. While listening to her voice she couldn’t help but keep stealing glances taking in all of her features as she explained that she did not use a commercial lipstick, but a special balm her grandmama made. Despite Wednesday’s typically cold demeanor, Enid had always felt a sense of comfort and safety around her. It was as if Wednesday’s very presence could ward off any darkness that threatened to overwhelm her and she could listen to her drone on and on all day, about any and all topics, every day.
She couldn’t help but think that this seemed to be the beginning of a very interesting school year, and in the back of her mind her wolf seemed to agree, finally silent after having being extremely opinionated in her discomfort at being away from her mate all summer.