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The blonde stands on her side of the newly divided room, slack jawed at the audacity of this new girl.
First, she wrecks the window decals that took hours to put up. Then she insults the blog that Enid devotes most of her free time to each day and then she even threatens her life, all the while demanding complete silence in the room that Enid's been living in for over a year longer than Wednesday's even been in this school.
Nope. Not happening. She deals with enough of this kind of micromanagement bullshit at home from her mother. The only difference is, she can stand up to this self righteous goth girl. And she will.
She doesn't miss a beat, immediately picking the most upbeat playlist she has and turning it on full blast.
“Turn that off.” Wednesday tries to sound threatening, but her tone just comes across as indignant.
Enid is unmoved by the demand. She only wishes she could remember any actual dances right now, because she feels like she's just awkwardly moving her arms.
“This is your final warning.” She stomps forward.
Enid was not expecting an actual physical confrontation. She decides that what little werewolf powers she has will probably be enough to scare her away, as long as she doesn't let on that she's never actually used them against anyone before.
She extends her claws and takes a step closer to try and intimidate the approaching girl. Sadly, her plan is foiled by the fact that she forgot about all the bits of plastic film from her window decor that now lay all over the floor.
Plastic film on hardwood floors is a bad combination if don't want to slip and fall face first. Unfortunately for her, she didn't even get the relief of the concussion that would've followed if she had a clear path in front of her.
Instead, she ends up with her face buried in Wednesday Addams’ neck, and since her claws were out, she's left several long tears in the sides of the monochrome clothes where she tried to catch herself.
Wednesday harshly digs her nails into Enid's shoulders, preparing to throw her off and then most likely do worse. However, she's stopped by the sudden creak of the heavy oak door.
“Good evening, girls- Oh! uhm? ...Is this a bad time?” The redhead’s cheery demeanor goes awkward almost immediately at the intimate scene in front of her.
The two girls practically jump apart, back to either side of their room. Enid opens her mouth to explain, seeing that Wednesday has been rendered wide eyed and speechless, but she stops herself at the last second.
Being friends with Yoko and Divina, she knows that as long as you're in your own dormitory, Weems won't punish you for, well, displays of affection. The fact that she's especially lenient on roommates is also well known, and it's lead to a lot of speculation about her past. (Enid has an entire blog post going in depth about it.)
Fighting, however, is something she's almost never sympathetic about, due to her hatred of the ‘violent outcast’ stereotype.
Enid decides that the only way she's getting out of this unpunished is to not correct the mistake. She forces a smile and puts her hands behind her back. “Nope, it's fine! What did you need?”
Thornhill regains her composure as best she can and tries to resume her planned speech. “I just wanted to make sure that Wednesday was settling in.” She turns her attention to the still dumbstruck Wednesday. “I'm Ms.Thornhill, your dorm mom. I can see that Enid is… making you feel welcome.”
Wednesday's mind is racing, trying to think of something, anything, to say that would make it clear to her how wrong her assumption is. Outright denial would be far too suspicious.
She eventually comes up with a witty play on words for the phrase ‘smothering with hospitality’. She doesn't care if she gets in trouble for it, implying that she's going to smother her roommate is sure to show this woman that they're in no way intimately involved. Perhaps she'll even be switched from this wretched room, at the very least.
“She's been smothering me with hospitality. I hope to return the favor.” That didn't sound nearly as threatening as she'd hoped. She needs to leave absolutely no doubt that her quip meant that she was to smother Enid while she sleeps tonight. “Tonight.”
She realizes her mistake too late. Two sets of wide eyes are staring at her in stunned silence at the unexpected innuendo.
Thornhill is the first to react, setting the flower she brought onto Wednesday's desk. “Alright, I trust that Enid can explain the rules here to you, because I don't get paid enough to address this kind of situation. Just… Be safe, you two.” She says, before turning on her heel and leaving quickly.
Wednesday and Enid just stare in horror at each other, thinking about the series of mistakes that brought them to this point. Wednesday eventually remembers the slashes in the sides of her clothing and abruptly moves to gather more and change.
“If you haven't bought replacement clothes for these by the end of the week, I will take your claws as retribution.” She throws one last threat at Enid over her shoulder to try and salvage what's left of her dignity.