45 - Wishing

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Enid and Wednesday reach their dorm and sit on Enid's bed.

Enid grabs her phone as she is trying to find TikTok, but Wednesday suddenly wraps her arms around Enid's head and pulls her down. She leans in and kisses her softly.

"Woah, that was unexpected." Enid says with a chuckle. Wednesday continues to kiss Enid.

As Enid lets go of her phone, she twirls her fingers through Wednesday's hair.

'Heyy you are supposed to be solving the case! Not making out with your girlfriend!' Goody says annoyingly in Wednesday's mind.

Wednesday completely ignores her and kisses Enid's forehead. "Sorry, i just had to remind myself of how lucky i am to have you." Wednesday smirks at Enid.

The girls both cuddle. Until Thing rushes in and jumps at Wednesday. "Ugh, what is it?" Wednesday annoyingly asks.

Thing symbolises for Wednesday that Principal Weems wants to speak with her. "Enid.. I have to go to Principal Weems." Wednesday tells Enid with a soft voice. "Alright.. come back whenever you want to" Enid says while she stuffs her face into a pillow.

Wednesday gets up and leaves the dorm, she begins to make her way to the office but Ajax stops her. "Hey, um. I was just wondering.. is Enid free tonight?" He asks Wednesday.

Wednesday huffs and ignores him as she opens the door to the office, and closes it right in-front of Ajax's face. "Hello, miss Addams." Principal Weems says.

Wednesday takes a seat as she stares at Principal Weems with a uncomfortable look on her face. "I recently contacted your mother about your visions" Weems says with a smile.

Wednesday's expression changes to a frown. "I never asked you to do that!" Wednesday says coldly.

"Your mother should have the right to know about this, Wednesday." Weems says.

Wednesday sighs. "Is there anything else you needed me here for?" She asks. Principal Weems nods.

"Have you recently.. seen something weird in your visions?" Weems says uncomfortably. Wednesday's eyes widen. "Why? Could you help with it?" Wednesday curiously asks.

"Did you perhaps.. see a blonde haired girl in your visions..? The name is Goody.. Goody Addams..?" Principal Weems asks.

Wednesday looks at her shocked. "How did— how do you know?" Wednesday says.

"Your mother used to have her in her visions too.. but never spoken to her, she just.. saw her. So i got the idea if it could be also connected to you." Principal Weems explains.

Wednesday nods her head, "I see.. uh um, i didn't speak to her either." Wednesday seems to be suspicious about Weems, so she doesn't say the truth.

"Okay, tell me anytime if you do. You are free to go now, have a great evening." Principal Weems says with a sigh.

Wednesday walks straight out of the office. Heading to the place where she had her vision with Goody. 'Goody, what does this mean.' Wednesday thinks to herself, hoping to communicate with Goody. But surprisingly, Goody doesn't seem to answer.

Wednesday clenches her fist. 'You know, i really hate mysteries like this.' Wednesday seems to be upset, as she walks back to her dorm.

Enid tilts her head up. "Oh, hey! You are back!" Enid says, with a light smile on her face, as she sighs and buries her head back to the pillow.

Wednesday weirdly looks at Enid. She goes to sit on her bed as she slowly brushes her fingers through Enid's hair. "Is something.. bothering you?" Wednesday worriedly asks.

"Huh-? No! No.. nothing at all." Enid says. Wednesday can sense her lying. "Are you sure?" Wednesday asks her.

"Yeah, yeah. Just going to miss you for the break." Enid sighs. "At least.. i finally get to tell my parents i transformed so they can finally be proud of me." Enid says uncomfortably.

Wednesday looks at her sadly. She lays next to her as she caresses Enid's cheek. "I will text you every hour." Wednesday says with a soft smile.

"I will respond to you every hour." Enid says as she looks into Wednesday's eyes and then cuddles up to her.

Wednesday takes a deep breath.

"And um.. i have something to share with you.. something.. about my.. visions." Wednesday says.

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