Chapter 3
Wednesday was the first to move, jumping back from the embrace as if she had been stuck with a hot coal. The psychic retreated into herself as Enid could see the mental walls she was rapidly trying to re-build. It made something in the wolf’s heart clench painfully.
“ Mention this to no one.”
The words were somehow both searing and cold. There was no need for an added threat to make Enid feel a chill run up her spine. It reminded the wolf of the two’s early dorm days. The blonde’s teeth felt overly large in her mouth as she could feel her pupils dilating, as a ball of adrenaline settled uncomfortably in her stomach. Enid dragged her eyes over her roommate, studying the girl.
“ Of course.” She said softly.
The goth’s posture seemed to relax a bit at the wolf’s words, as she gave a stiff nod.
The two stayed like that for a while, a tense and uncomfortable silence filling the dorm. The two roommates studied each other, in a scene that reminded Enid of a nature documentary she saw of a wolf and cougar fighting over a carcass. The thought of her five foot nothing roommate being compared to any feline (deadly or not) put a funny mental image in the wolf’s mind that in any other situation would have made her chuckle, but now with Wednesday’s slitted eyes staring her down, Enid couldn’t really help but feel like the lone wolf who ran with its tail between its legs…. Or the carcass. Enid had to do everything in her power to not let out a low growl.
Wednesday was the first to speak.
“For someone so nauseatingly peppy, you seemed very comfortable with my…” the psychic pauses for a moment deciding on which word to settle on, “episode.”
A beat passed as Enid mulled over the psychic’s words.
“ I used to have a lot of panic attacks as a kid,” the wolf began, “ My brothers, Morgan and Owen, would walk me through the questions and it always helped so I figured” She finished, vaguely gesturing between the two with her hand.
Wednesday scanned the wolf’s face, her eyes softening just a tad as she did.
“ It is appreciated.”
Enid smiled, gently tapping on the goth’s knee as she stood.
“ Don’t mention it.” the wolf echoed the girls earlier words hoping she caught the second meaning
If the slight upward tug of dark lips were anything to go by then she did.
“I'm going to bathe Fluffy now,” the blonde sighed, grabbing the constrictor before she could make another getaway attempt.
The goth let a small smirk sneak its way onto her lips as she watched the snake struggle against strong hands.
“I expect you to give her nothing but hell.
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It was an hour later when both snake and wolf emerged from the bathroom, each looking a bit worse for wear than when they entered, but Fluffy was clean, her old molt dangling loosely between Enid’s fingers, and really what more could you want.
“ I really don’t know why you wanted Fluffy’s first molt so bad,” The blonde sighed, padding across the room to her roommate's desk.
Wednesday peered over the book she had been reading at the blonde.
“ Nor do I really feel like I wouldn't faint if I did know what it was for, but here you go,” She finished, handing over the molt to the girl.
Setting her book down, Wednesday pulled out a pair of tweezers–from where Enid has no idea– and deposited the molt into a zip lock bag, sealing it before securing it in her desk drawer.
“ An astute observation.” Wednesday smirked, returning to her book.
Enid scanned the leather bound cover of the book with curiosity. It had been about three months since Wednesday had nicked the book from the Nightshade’ library, and for something to keep the goth’s attention for that long made the wolf undeniably curious. So curious in fact, that in a moment that was decidedly not her finest, she had thumbed through the pages when her roommate was out. However it seemed the mystery would prevail as the journal was written largely in French.
“ If you have a question spit it out Sinclair,” Wednesday deadpanned, not looking up from her book.
“Ah well…” Enid bounced on her toes, prompting Wednesday to raise her eyes to meet the blonde’s. “Watcha reading ?”
Wednesday’s eyes widened a smidge, her book lowering a fraction.
“A book,” The goth replied.
Enid raised a brow, a confused frown ghosting her lips.
“ Obvi,” Enid huffed, “does it have to do with the stalker, cause if it is we should really look for an English translation,”
That prompted the goth to look up.
“You read my book ?”
“ I may have skimmed,” the wolf admitted, pulling at the cuff of her sleeve “And “read” is generous, my free trial of duo lingo hardly teaches me any French after I finish my Korean lessons.”
The goth’s shoulders sagged forward an inch, whether out of relief or disappointment at the wolf’s words Enid had no clue. Either way Wednesday returned to her book.
“Good, should teach you not to snoop in my things.” The psychic deadpanned but slight lilt in her voice made it known she was bantering.
“ Must be the company I keep.” Enid shot back.
And even with the book covering her face Enid knew Wednesday was fighting off a smirk.