Inconvenient at Most

Wednesday was still getting used to the sudden onslaught of symptoms that come with her horrid but useful visions. When she opens her eyes, she sees the dark night sky outside of the Addams mansion. It’s a full moon and Enid is on the ground in wolf form, a larger wolf holding her down. The wolf opposite Enid is covered in grey fur and if Wednesday had to place a bet, she would confidently put her money on the larger wolf being Esther Sinclair.

The two of them are locked in combat, Enid kicking with her hind legs in an attempt to get her mother off of her. Esther is snarling and snapping at her daughter's throat trying to coerce submission. The ground around them is covered in blood and Wednesday fears that they have been fighting for much too long already.

She sees herself run out of the front door, sword in hand. “Get off of her!” The shout is unexpected and serves as a good enough distraction for Enid to finally dislodge her mother. The older wolf goes flying back with the force of it and lands hard a few feet away. Enid runs in front of Wednesday, standing as a barrier between her friend and her mother.

W&E

When Wednesday opens her eyes again, she is met with overwhelming concern present in her friend's blue eyes. Enid is sitting with her back against the headboard, one of her hands gently holding one of Wednesday’s. Her thumb has been mindlessly moving back and forth over her knuckles. The seer assumes that when she fainted Enid must have picked her up and brought her to her own room. For that she is thankful.

“Are you okay?” Her voice is quiet and so unlike her. Wednesday nods, trying to sit up with a grunt. Enid places a hand on her back to help her, she removes it as soon as she is sure Wednesday won’t fall over. “What did you see?” The second question is asked only slightly louder than the first one. Wednesday takes a few seconds to not only organize her thoughts but to decide how much she should share with the personification of the color pink beside her.

“Enid, do you believe that your mother could ever be violent towards you?” Wednesday looks into her eyes and then scans the rest of her face searching for any sign of deceit. “She can be a real bitch sometimes, but I don’t think she’d ever hit me if that’s what you’re asking. Is that what you saw, do you think she’d attack me? I hadn’t even thought she noticed my absence.”

Wednesday feels a bubble of irritation work its way between her ribs at the mention of just how neglectful Esther Sinclair has been. “Partly, yes. I believe she may want to cause you some harm for what reason I am still trying to figure that out.” Enid is silent beside her, eyes trained to her lap. It’s moments like these that Wednesday wishes she knew just how to comfort the sensitive girl.

The silence is broken by a light rapping on the door. “Wednesday lunch is ready to be served.” The silence returns just as quickly as it had left. Enid’s eyes have moved from her lap to study the door and Wednesday is almost tempted to skip the meal altogether in favor of sitting here with the girl she may be in love with.

But before that thought can go any further Enid stands with a sigh and makes her way out of the door. Wednesday watches her leave as she stays seated for a few more seconds. When she stands, she goes to her desk first to record her most recent vision with the one that had preceded it.

The previous vision had been lighter in nature, consisting of an argument between her mother and whom she could only assume was Esther Sinclair. The woman had shown up to the front door infuriated about something. After listening for a few moments Wednesday finally understood. Her bringing Enid here put the Sinclair's in hot water with another pack. Esther had apparently already made some hefty promises regarding her daughter and her potential marriage to the other family’s eldest son. Wednesday knows logically she should have shared that little tidbit of information with Enid but for reasons yet unknown she has decided to keep it to herself.

It clicked after Wednesday had awoken from that first vision that this must have been the same boy Esther had been raving about to Enid over the phone right before the plan to take her had been made. With all the dots connected, Wednesday now knows two things for certain. One Esther Sinclair would be upon their doorstep ready for a fight on a full moon. Two that she would do everything within her power to ensure that she would lose that fight.

W&E

Enid was growing increasingly worried about her friend. Her visions had been few and far between since everything went down with Thornhill. For her to have two back-to-back in such a short span of time can mean nothing good. Visions about her mother no less. Why can’t she just stay out of it? She should be thrilled that her only daughter isn’t around to ruin her perfect family anymore. Why does she have to come here and wreck everything just when things are about to get good?

Lunch had been pleasant if not a little awkward. Wednesday took bites of hers in between alternating glares between both of her parents. The girl could certainly hold a grudge over what Enid is unsure of. Pubert and Pugsley spent the meal kicking each other and giggling about God only knows what. Which reminds Enid of the main reason she had been supposedly kidnaped in the first place. Wednesday had said she needed someone to help her torture her brothers and yet in the weeks they’ve been here they have done no such thing.

Enid wonders if Wednesday has realized this fact yet or if the whole notion had just been a cover up for the fact that Wednesday really just hadn’t wanted to part for the summer. She knows her emotionally stunted friend would never admit to it if that was the case but it’s the thought that counts.

Which is what she keeps repeating to herself as she writes and rewrites a poem, she thought Wednesday would like. It’s part of her plan to woo the girl. Wednesday has a vast collection of books in her room, some of which Enid has borrowed to read while Wednesday writes. One book in particular had caught Enid’s attention more than the others. It’s a smaller book comprised of a collection of poems and short stories. The spine is broken in and the cover’s bottom right corner is bent in ever so slightly.

The poetry is so beautiful that Enid had decided that handwriting one along with a pressed flower would be a thoughtful and romantic gift to start the courting process. The poem she picked had perfectly encapsulated how she saw the gifted girl. Her calligraphy needed some work but it’s the thought that counts right? She looks over the page a few more times reading it again before sliding it carefully into a black envelope.

The pressed flower gets softly placed on top of the paper in the envelope. Enid had enlisted Morticia’s expertise in picking just the right one. She settled on a deep red gladiolus, an elegant flower that she hopes Wednesday will like.

She had considered the pros and cons of just sliding the gift under the other girl's door and booking it out of the house until much later in the day, but ultimately, she decides against that. She stands at the door shifting her feet for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and knocking twice.

She can hear the clicking of typewriter keys stop and then the soft scraping of a chair against wooden floorboards. Wednesday opens the door with an expectant gaze. “Did you need something Enid?” The blond girl is unable to respond at first, struck by the shorter girl's beauty and just now realizing the magnitude of what she is about to do.

“I just wanted to give you this.” She practically shoves the envelope into Wednesday’s hands wanting the girl to just open it already. “It’s not my birthday.” Enid resists the urge to pull out her own hair and roll her eyes. “I know that, will you just open it please.” The shorter girl finally breaks their eye contact to scrutinize the envelope that had been put into her hands.

With careful fingers she opens it much too slowly for Enid’s liking. For a moment Enid fears that the poem she selected may be too revealing or maybe Wednesday would know the meaning of the flower she had picked and would be put off by it. She holds her breath as Wednesday pulls the flower out first. She’s so gentle with it, more so than Enid has ever seen before. She traces her fingers over the petals for a moment before pulling out the single piece of parchment.

Enid forces the breath out of her lungs if only so that she doesn’t pass out before she can complete her mission. It should only take Wednesday about a minute to read the poem in its entirety, but it takes about three minutes for her to finally look back up at her.

The look on Wednesday’s face is new to Enid. Her eyes have softened the hard shape of her mouth is moving to form words that Enid can’t seem to hear. Wednesday reaches one hand up to touch the side of her face. Her eyes are full of worry now, why would she need to be worried.

It is only now that Enid realizes that Wednesday has been trying to speak to her this whole time and she has missed all of it, being so anxious in her own mind. She shakes her head slightly, mindful enough not to dislodge the cold pale hand that is still present against the left side of her face.

“Sorry, I missed like all of that.” There is a blush that blooms across her face that she can feel in the tips of her ears and if she had a tail right now, she is sure that it would be tucked between her legs. “Enid, not that I am not appreciative of this gift, but I am having a hard time comprehending why you are giving me such things?” Enid doesn't think she has ever seen Wednesday confused before, it’s kind of cute in an endearing sort of way.

“I know you wouldn't want some grand gesture, but I figured on such an occasion I should show at least a little bit of effort.” Enid straightens her back and takes another deep breath. “Wednesday Friday Addams would you do me the honor of being my date to the Annual Addams Family Reunion?”

Wednesday looks deep into her eyes as she slowly removes her hand from the side of her face bringing it down to catch one of Enid’s nervous ones. She pulls the hand softly bringing it to her lips. “The honor would be mine, cara mia.” With that the shorter girl places a gentle kiss to the back of her hand.

Enid lets out a noise that she thinks might be a squeak. “Really? I mean cool, totally, yep.” The blond wants to jump around and dance, but she refrains from doing so in an attempt to avoid looking like a total dork. Wednesday intertwines their fingers squeezing her hand softly. “Thank you for the flower and the poem Enid but if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to my writing.”

Enid doesn't even think to be disappointed Wednesday had not only said yes but she had been affectionate and gentle with her. Once Wednesday has closed her door the wolf turns her back to lean against it trying to get her heart under control.

It fills her with a certain sense of pride when she can hear Wednesday doing the same on the other side of the door.