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“You don’t make any sense, Wednesday.” Enid’s voice was quiet. She was nearly shouting a few seconds ago, but then just stopped. As if realisation hit her like a gargoyle falling from the school roof. She fell completely silent for a moment or two. But this short period was enough to completely change the mood. They were fighting this whole time, but bluish eyes were full of emotions. Pain. Passion. Love. Anger. Plea. They were prominent and strong, like the words Enid was saying. Now, only disappointment was left. Wednesday felt it. Like a stab right in her heart. One that crushed her sternum and ribs along the way. So strong it left no air in the woman's lungs. “You don’t care. You say the weirdest and most offensive thing right in my face, but then…" Enid’s voice got a little louder, but she looked exhausted. Emotions exited her body along with the words and left no crumbs and no strength whatsoever. “Then you just try to sacrifice your life for mine. Like it's nothing, and you would do the same thing every day of your life if you had to.” Enid gulped. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, reflecting the little light that the room had. “Actions do sound louder than words. But for it to work properly, your actions have to make sense, and they don't. They could, I'm sure of it. But I’m not the owner of Wednesday Friday Addams’ brain. I can't get into your head to understand. You need to talk to me for your actions to speak louder and make sense… Which may sound like nonsense, but it honestly is not.”
“It’s not.” It came from the far corner of the room.
Larissa was present in their one-sidedly cosy dorm from the very beginning of their argument. Wednesday saw her and masterfully ignored. The older woman, in turn, remained tactful and did not interfere until now.
“I just need to know why. Okay? Just tell me this one little thing. Because I am one step away from regretting our friendship.” A sob escaped Enid’s lips the same moment she finished the sentence. Her arm was clutching the rainbow-coloured fabric of the sweater in the place where the heart was. It was hard to say and even harder to hear. Wednesday visibly gulped. “Why are you pushing me away? Again. It is not my name on a gravestone this time, and you know I want to help you. It’s your family we are talking about. Don't you want to have all the tricks up your sleeve?”
“I am doing exactly what I need to do. This is Addams family matter, and you, I must remind, are not one of us.” Wednesday said coldly. Even Larissa's eyes got bigger.
Silence fell once again. They both were staring at each other without blinking. Enid’s cheeks were painted blue with the eyeliner dissolved in tears. The air in the room felt heavy. As if it were the reason women's knees felt weak and not the weight of the decisions they have already made.
“So you refuse to tell me why you are leaving me behind, even when we are saying our goodbyes?” All these tears of painful realisation turned Enid’s eyes bluer. It was the bluest thing that Wednesday had ever seen and one of the most beautiful. Yet she didn't want to see it again. Not at this cost – making the woman she loved cry. It was too painful, like this whole conversation. "You don't have to take your heart out for me. Just tell me one thing. One little thing, why?” It almost sounded like a plea. As if Enid tried to find one reason to hold on to this relationship.
Because I love you. More than anything. Even more than my family. You are everything to me, and I can't let anything happen to you because of me.
“The knowledge that I have my reasons should be enough for you.” Wednesday said coldly, and it felt like no strings were attached anymore. That was good. For Wednesday. It meant that Enid will be too sad or too mad to go after her. To try to help Wednesday against her wishes. That was all Wednesday wanted, wasn't it?
“Okay then. Goodbye, Wednesday.” Enid said, turning around.
“Goodbye, Enid.”
The last thing Wednesday saw was Larissa trying to put her spiritual hand on Enid’s shoulder and failing, and the blonde's back that was visibly shaking. She left the room, never turning back.
Wednesday had no plan whatsoever. She had a vague idea where she could find the zombie and two hydes. However, just going there and acting according to the situation was quite a suicidal idea. Wednesday didn't even know which Addams were meant to die and didn't know when or where. She made sure of nothing but that she was left alone. She did everything for this to happen. For there to be no one to disturb her with their laugh or babble. No one was around to scold her or tell her she was too ignorant. Not one living soul was there for her. She still had a pretty annoying and pretty dead one, but even Larissa disappeared after their argument with Enid.
The sun was heading toward the horizon. The wind, already cold on the eve of winter, made Wednesday shiver. Her uniform and light coat turned out to be not enough for nighttime graveyard wandering. That didn't mean she was going to go back to the dorm to change. Pulling her coat tighter around her waist and putting her hands in spacious pockets, the raven-haired girl continued on her way. Her legs led that way, as if muscle memory was not just a reflex. This is how she ended up in front of Rosaline Rotwood’s grave once again. Ivy carefully hugged the old stone. A huge granite raven looked down at her. Its eyes were so realistically carved that Wednesday was mentally prepared for it to blink at any moment. She took a breath and looked at the engraved letters. This time, there was no one to interrupt her and make things worse.
Her cold fingers found their way to the dark, porous stone. It was wet from the fog that occupied half of the cemetery. A bird's cry came from the forest, and the girl shuddered involuntarily, making eye contact with the granite bird. It stayed still like all those years prior. Putting her hand back, the black-haired girl gulped. It felt like a bad omen, but when had that ever stopped Wednesday?
“In corvi umbra. Da mihi usumi oculi tui evanidi. Monendus est. Si ludam trchnam funestam rumperet obtutus.” Wednesday mumbled, closing her eyes.
She already knew what to expect. This strange feeling of being dizzy when your soul gets to be pulled out of your body.
But seconds went by, and nothing happened. Wednesday’s brows moved slightly to the bridge of her nose while she was thinking. Something was preventing her from accessing Rosaline’s spirit. White teeth clicked together in frustration, and she turned around. Her cheekbones became even more visible on her pale face. The semi-darkness highlighted the circles around her eyes. Someone could confuse Wednesday with a walking dead escaping a graveyard. She was on her way to her family's new abode. Wednesday already once got the vision she wanted despite her lack of power, so she can do it again. She just needs to find a new way. Fortunately, her family held onto various unconventional things, and if she was lucky enough, one of them could help.
The door opened with a slight squeal. The renovated hall met her with stuffy air and the smell of her mother’s perfume. Morticia was here not so long ago. However, all the lights were out, which was a good sign. Wednesday made a few steps inside. The old wooden floor greeted her with the creaking of boards. No other sounds came from the inside.
“Mother? Father?” Silence.
She was alone, but for how long? There were things that needed to be done before finding out the answer, so Wednesday wasted no time going to her father’s office. She already knew that her mother had nothing to offer here. All the interesting stuff was left back home. Mostly because Morticia knew very well about her daughter's unbridled love for snooping around. However, Wednesday knew her father like life lines on Thing’s palm as well. Gomez should have bought some toys.
The old staircase, covered in a blood-red carpet runner, squealed from time to time while Wednesday was climbing it. She knew every room in this house since she saw the blueprints while getting ready to steal Ophelia’s book. Gomez’s office was located on the left side of the second floor, the third door from the stairs.
Opening a nondescript black door Wednesday was met with a strong smell of wood and a lot of emerald green stuff. Did her mother leave this room out of her renovation plan? It looked nothing like Morticia. Anyway, there was no time to overthink it.
Most of the walls of the room were covered by huge, dark wooden shelves that looked pitch black in the absence of light. A massive desk was located near the tall stained glass windows. The light of the full moon provided a better view of that part of the room. So the amount of different junk on the table was staggering. Piles of different stuff, including a dried carcass of a hamster that blinked every few seconds, despite the lack of eyeballs; a glass ball with small bony spiders that ran along the inside surface using their small bodies to assemble different letters or patterns; and an old black umbrella. The umbrella confused Wednesday the most. Her gaze ran along the room looking for something useful. There was nothing on the surface, so she needed to dig.
Most of the shelves were full of books. Wednesday would never say they were useless, but in these exact circumstances, they sadly were. The black-haired girl tried to be careful not to make a mess. She didn't want to make her presence known before she was ready to reveal it. Wednesday doubted her father would come to his office first thing after getting back. He had Morticia, and, god forbid, Wednesday didn't want to think about what exactly they're going to do at night, being home alone. As if not being at home alone ever stopped them. Gross.
Opening the last drawer on the left side of the room, Wednesday peeked inside. That was a bar. A variety of different-shaped and coloured bottles were stored in a tiny place. Wednesday wanted to close it right away and switch her gaze to something potentially more useful. She had already closed one double-arched cabinet door when a short bottle on the left side caught her eye. It wasn't the bottle itself that looked familiar, but a tag on it. Wednesday grabbed it and took it closer to the moonlight. It was made of brown glass, two sides of which were flattened; natural cork was dipped in red wax with some kind of stamp on top. Wiping the dust off the label with her sleeve, Wednesday confirmed her guess. A big green frog with yellow eyes was staring back at her. The corners of her lips twitched into a smile.
The way back to the cemetery was short. Wednesday couldn't find a better place to perform a ritual. It was quiet, cosy and, what’s most important, empty. She couldn't do it in the dorm for obvious reasons and couldn't stay at home. Addams’ were too annoying and too tight-knit to allow Wednesday to put her plan into action. Even when she continuously pushed her mother away and completely ignored her brother since the day he came to Nevermore. This time, however, another gravestone was chosen. It wasn't as posh as Rosaline's or posh at all. Just a squarish piece of marble, still clean and mossless with a few engraved words. Wednesday drew a long breath of disbelief and sat herself on nearby grass.
“Is it a silent plea for some company?” Larissa asked, appearing right in front of her own grave. Wednesday hasn't answered anything, twirling the bottle she had obtained. Larissa rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest, looking down at her former student. “What’s your plan?”
“Now you’re concerned about my plan.” Tearing her gaze away from the bottle, Wednesday looked at Larissa. Her voice is even colder than usual. The blonde caught it and softened a little, concern written all over her face. “I am planning to get my powers back. At all costs.”
“Wednesday…” Larissa held up her index finger in warning, but the dark-haired girl interrupted her.
“I have heard your nonsense about my mommy issues plenty of times, thank you very much. I can't fix what was broken for years in one night.” Wednesday pulled out a small butterfly knife from her big coat pocket and started to pick red wax off the cork. “However, I can use one particular vision that was shown to me during the raven trial. But this time I'm going to watch it to the end without being interrupted. This cannot wait, and you know this. Addams is in danger, and I need to fix it by dawn. Or else…” She trailed off, finally finishing with the wax.
“How do you know that something is going to happen today? Or at dawn, to be more precise." Larissa asked. Wednesday looked up from the bottle, raising her coal-black eyes to the woman. It took her only a second to consider whether she trusted Larissa enough to tell her everything.
“My dearly beloved parents have been acting strangely since the ball ended a few hours ago. On top of that, they are no strangers to the all-too-dangerous pair of love-struck siblings. In fact, I know that you, Principal Weems, once knew them, too.” Larissa frowned and wanted to object, but her face turned pale the next moment. “This, I prefer to assume, is the face of a person who just realised.”
“No, Wednesday, wait. Did your mother… Did Morticia tell you the truth?” Wednesday heard an actual panic in Larissa's voice. Her heart skipped a bit, but she didn't show it.
“If only I knew what you were talking about.” The raven said when her eyes got bigger and brighter in excitement.
Larissa had no time to say anything. The next moment Wednesday was already drinking from a suspiciously looking bottle. She was cautious of the intake amount. Did she know how much was enough? No. Did she experiment with different kinds of poisons and venoms as a child and develop tolerance to most? Yes.
The liquid was slightly viscous, like aloe juice and had a very rich alcoholic taste. Wednesday had a hard time not pulling the bottle away from her lips. It was burning her throat, and she was on the verge of coughing. But her expression showed nothing.
“This is a Colorado River toad’s poison. I borrowed it from my father’s purveyance.” Wednesday said after a few gulps. Larissa was questioning all her life choices. “This substance is supposed to help me achieve the desirable vision.”
“I should have known you would be my first student to try substances.” Larissa exhaled loudly and leaned against a nearby fence.
“A different kind of substance.” Wednesday sent a death glare toward her late principal, but the woman totally ignored her. “It works as a rare buster for psychic abilities.”
“Are you sure of it? Because it is suspiciously similar to drugs. And I won't be sorry for reporting to your mother about it right away.” Wednesday narrowed her eyes and looked at Larisa angrily.
“Traitor.” A girl hissed. “But yes, I am sure. During the summer break I found information about it in a very trusted source.” Larissa knew better than to ask.
“When should it kick in?” She was a spirit guide, but she was not a Wikipedia. Larissa also needed to do research to know stuff, even in her ghost form.
“It depends.” Wednesday answered, and the ex-principal was sure right away that the girl had no idea. "Why don't you tell me more about your hideous classmates? The ones that aren't my parents." Larissa rolled her eyes. “How exactly did one of them end up a zombie, and what do they have against my family?”
Larissa bit her lip, turning her gaze to the ground. It was always hard to go back through the memory lane to her school years. Painful, almost. While she was recollecting herself, Wednesday made a few more gulps of bitter liquid to speed up the process. She had no time to waste.
“It all started one dark night. It was almost midnight, and your mother was absent from the dorm.” Larissa began, still looking at her feet. Her blue eyes became glossy, but Wednesday couldn’t see it due to the overall gloominess of the cemetery. “I got worried and sneaked out to go find her. It was a challenge to get to the male dorms in the middle of the night, but I managed. Your father was absent as well.” The last sentence was said with some irritation and disappointment. Larissa finally raised her eyes to Wednesday. “I was no less an idiot than they were, so I ended up in the forest, looking for them. Do not ask me how I knew Morticia’s favourite place for… shenanigans." Wednesday closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
“One of one hundred and three reasons why I work alone and do not require a particular spiritual guide."
“Good thing you don't have a choice.” Larissa smiled sincerely, wrinkling her nose. “Anyway. At some point, something in the depths of the forest began to glow white, followed by an explosion. I was scared and went back towards the school, hoping to find someone. Ask for help. But the thought of Morticia… and Gomez being injured or worse made me stop and rethink everything.” Wednesday felt a mild gush of wind and shivered. Her fingers automatically uncorked the bottle in her hands, and she took a few more sips. It immediately made her warmer from the inside out, almost like that one and only hug from Enid. Larissa gave her a questioning look, to which Wednesday only narrowed her eyes. “I turned around and went further into the woods. Naturally, I changed my appearance as a precaution.” Larissa cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts. Her head was getting a little foggy for some reason. “It took me a while to find them, and I was too late to witness everything. However, that one thing I saw was enough for me.” Wednesday looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised. “They were burning our mutual acquaintance. The zombie, also known as Isaac Night. I was hiding behind the tree, watching them bury him. Morticia was shaking in fear, and I wanted to come out of my hiding and hug her. Comfort her." Larissa froze, realising that she had gone too far into details. Wednesday tilted her head to the right, silently showing her interest. “To be honest, I was no less terrified. I had no idea what exactly happened and was too shocked to come out and ask anything. So, I left. I went to our room and buried myself in a stack of duvets. I was motionlessly waiting for your mother to come back, thinking about everything I saw.” Larissa’s eyes changed. Wednesday was pretty sure the woman was right there in her memory, reliving that night once again. That was her cue to have a few more sips. The poison took too long to work. Wednesday glanced at the label one more time. The same words: ‘Unlock the full potential of your own mind’ and the same frog were looking back at her. Maybe it was meant to be consumed at once. There was no better time to check it than now, so she went for it. Larissa only had time to make an indefinite sound of protest when the remainder of the bottle was already on its way inside of Wednesday. Taking the bottle away from her lips, she drew a breath and looked at her late principal. Larissa was watching her closely. She didn't feel much different. Her tongue went slightly numb, but that was the case with all the poisons she had ever taken before. Her breath became definitely warmer, and it made visible white clouds now. Or it was due to a dramatic temperature drop at night. “That was stupid.” Larissa stated, her accent made the words even more offensive. “Are you feeling okay? Do I need to go get your mother?” One look from Wednesday was enough for Larissa to understand. She rolled her eyes but couldn't do anything more.
“You better end the story and fast. I’m starting to feel something.” The girl demanded. Larissa looked at her for one more second but obeyed.
“Right, okay. I heard her coming back. The first thing she did was check on me. I didn't move, still without the slightest idea how to behave. But then… Then Morticia started crying, and I couldn't hide anymore.” Larissa stopped for a moment and smiled with that happy and, at the same time, terribly sad smile. Tears glittered in the corner of her eyes in the moonlight. “I didn’t try to ask her. She couldn't speak anyway; she just cried. Something she couldn't do in front of your father. Not at the moment when she wanted to be strong for him. So…” Larissa giggled uncontrollably and froze. Wednesday looked at her questionably, but the woman returned no less shocked gaze. “I cuddled her and whispered some reassuring nonsense in her ear. She cried herself to sleep on my chest.”
“I asked you to finish the story faster. Not to tell me how head over heels you were with my mother.” They both froze. Something was happening. Clearly, neither of them was fully in control of what they were saying. Wednesday suddenly felt how dry her mouth was and stuck her tongue out to check on it. When she couldn't see her own tongue, she realised she had miscalculated this move, but where exactly did the mistake happen? “Does m’ tongue ‘ooks ‘kay?” She asked, without bothering herself with putting her tongue back into her mouth.
Larissa giggled and made a few steps toward Wednesday to take a closer look. A really close look in Wednesday's opinion. The blonde ducked, narrowing her eyes, right above her former student's tongue. Wednesday could feel her hot breath on her skin. Or could she? Larissa was a ghost, so was it a phantom feeling her brain created for her? Something really weird was happening around.
“It looks a bit too pink for you. I was expecting it to be black. Or grey at least. What a disappointment.” The woman pulled back, watching as Wednesday touched her own tongue with her fingers and winced from both sensations. Her fingers went from the tip of her tongue further, and the blonde got even more confused about the situation. “Are you having a stroke or something?” Wednesday looked at her confused, but a second later realisation crossed her face, and she pulled her tongue back. Larissa was convinced she saw a bit of pink on the girl's cheeks.
“I guess it was an omen. I am about to have a vision.” She tried to convince both of them, but it never worked. Confusion was palpable.
“Yeah, right, I don't think so.” Said Larissa slowly. Really slowly, like her jaws were sticking to each other. “Where was I? Right, your gorgeous mother. Damn, she was stunning. She is stunning.”
“Can you stop?” Wednesday asked. Her head was spinning, and her limbs felt numb. She was not in full control of her body and her mind. “Sh’s getting enough prayers from ma fathe’.”
“You are speaking funny.” Larissa giggled. “And no, I cannot. I am completely dependent on your consciousness, which is not thinking straight right now. Or straight at all, may I add. ”
“Wha’ in the ninth circle of ‘ell are you taking bout? N why can’t you just ‘inish the story and dema… dematerialise?” Wednesday whined and put her face in her palms.
Larissa looked at her wide-eyed. Never in a million years would she have thought of hearing Wednesday-I-painted-over-every-definition-of-emotion-in-the-dictionary-Addams whine. She cleared her throat and tried to sound serious, but the haze in Wednesday's head prevented her from doing so.
“I know what the first love looks like… when it comes to Addams, and you are definitely in love.” Wednesday hasn't even tried to raise her head. It was spinning too much, so she just mumbled something, leaving her words for Larissa’s interpretation. “Your eyes betray you every time you look at her. If that was the question.” The blonde answered, trying her best to gracefully sit herself on the ground. She didn't succeed, falling on her butt instead. “You keep convincing yourself that there is no similarity between you and your mother, but I was there when you looked at Enid. It was the same look your mother once…” She trailed off. “What I’m saying. You are completely and utterly in love.”
“Yre completely n utterly inlove…” Wednesday muttered, distorting her voice. “Like I neve look in ‘e mirro. Like I don't kno she’s the only non-Addams I care for. Like I didn't skim throu hundreds of books lookin’ for any variant to stop ‘e moon from making this stupid circle in the sky onc’a month for Enid to neve’ be looked in the cage again or… Or for her to neve’ be terrified to be abandoned. And I’ll continue. There shd be some way. Or I’l’ steal the fucking moon.” She didn’t take a breath in between her sentences. Her eyes were glossy and she was looking without blinking at the grey grass, covered with white frost. Apparently very vivid picture of her stealing the moon and coming back to Earth into the arms of happy Enid appeared before her eyes.
“Language.” Larissa scolded her, and Wednesday covered her mouth with both of her hands, only now realising what she had said. And the frustration on her face was not because of swearing.
“If my mother finds…” Taking her hands away from her face, Wednesday turned to Larissa, trying and failing to threaten her.
“Don’t be ridiculous. She is not blind. Of course, she already knows. But let’s get back to our main topic. If I remember correctly, you tried to trigger the vision to come up with a rescue plan for the doomed Addams.” Wednesday only nodded. She started feeling sick, so she dared not open her mouth right now. She was not afraid to vomit all over the cemetery; she kind of was looking forward to this, but she was not sure what else could come out of her mouth at this moment. “Oh, right. So the next morning our teacher, Mrs Harkness, announced that Isaac was MIA, likely due to unforeseen complications in his experiment. We had a minute of silence, and his photo was placed in the hall for everyone to bring flowers, toys, etc. However, I knew what I saw, so I confronted your mother the next night. She never told me the whole story, but the only thing I know is that it was an accident. Isaac tried to cure his sister of hydeism by using Gomeze’s outcast powers. It was meant to kill him, and Morticia couldn't let this happen.” Larissa finished with a heavy sigh.
Wednesday knew that her spirit guide left out some details for her own good, and she was smart enough to puzzle all the pieces into one picture on her own.
“I shud have known that my mom killed ‘et guy. Wouldn't be her first.” Larissa just shrugged, giving the girl a few minutes to collect her thoughts.
Wednesday sat silent. Her brain was working as it always does, no hiccups, no slow thoughts or other stuff. Her vision was strange. Lasissa was slightly shaking, and the picture overall seemed to spin. Something was wrong with her speech as well. Luckily, she only needed her brain to come up with a plan. Millions of scenarios instantly began to move before her eyes. This worsened her already dizzy vision, so the girl closed her eyes. Larissa didn’t dare to interrupt. Besides, she was also not completely sure what would come out of her mouth. The amount of babble about Morticia was already enough to leave her embarrassed.
Wednesday vividly saw her parents die a few times, her grandmama, Fester, who always appeared in his favourite manner out of nowhere, and Pugsley. Every thought made Wednesday live from death to death. Sometimes more than one Addams died, and all this broke Wednesday’s black heart. Some versions let her witness her mother or father and Enid's death. Every time she kneeled before the dying figure of one of them, feeling the guilt of not spending the last moments with both of them, it tore her to pieces. Even then she had to choose whom to say goodbye to and who to leave behind. She never let Enid die alone. She just couldn't bear the thought that the love of her life would meet death the way that she feared the most. Nonetheless, at that moment her heart broke because she wasn't with her dying father or mother. Her chocolate eyes opened a moment later. Water glistened in them, but Larissa never pointed that out.
Wednesday unsteadily rose from her spot. Larissa did the same. A cold wind blew from the side, bringing with it the smell of dampness. Wednesday's braids and bangs swayed to the left, but she didn't move. The last bits of the plan were gathering in her head.
“It’s nice to kno’ I wasn't the death of you.” Turning to the right, the raven said. She looked right into Larissa's blue eyes and almost smiled. The heaviness appeared in the air from nowhere. Larissa knew this was a goodbye. “At least spiri…tualy speaking.” Taking a deep breath, Wednesday looked around. She knew where the tower was, but only in comparison to the school, so she needed a minute to get her bearings. The amount of trees and overall darkness made it harder to make a rote in her head, but she managed. Afterall, it wasn't the first forest she conquered and she was pretty acquainted with this one already. “Unfochnately, this isn't our last encountr. I’ll se you on the other side.” And like this she left to meet her inevitable destiny.
"Wednesday, wait." The raven-haired girl froze midstep but never turned around to face the spirit. "Have you considered Enid’s filings for just a second? You will break her heart. Again.” It was Larissa’s last resort. She knew Wednesday wouldn't consider her family's feelings. Not now when that is Addams’ life on the edge. So she tried to remind Wednesday about the one and only other person.
“Yes, I did. Moreover, I promised her I will always be there for her.” Cold and emotionless words came. It was as if even the effect of the liquid she drank evaporated from her body. Although most likely it was the topic of conversation, Wednesday gathered all her strength not to stumble over every second word. After all, these should be her last words. “And I will. On average, modern graves in the US are 4 to 4.5 feet deep, so we won't be too far apart from each other. We will be even closer if my beloved relatives decide to cremate me.” She spoke slowly and gradually, checking every word before saying it.
Larissa smiled softly, seeing Wednesday she knew coming back to her senses. She was proved wrong when two steps later, Wednesday stumbled and almost fell.
“You can’t go there alone.” Appearing right in front of her student, Larissa begged, but the black-haired girl ignored her. She just went right through the ghost, without slowing down. “This is bad and stupid and so Wednesday-like.” The woman exhaled, looking at the dark spot that gradually faded behind the trees. “Well, Morticia, your evening is about to become full of action.” The spirit concluded and disappeared, making her way towards her ex-roommate.
Silence in the forest continued only for a few more seconds. Another figure appeared in Larissa’s place, and she was obviously anxious. Her giant green eyes looked towards the tree behind which Wednesday had disappeared. She wasn't sure what to do, but she knew that something had to be done. She couldn't let her icon, no, friend, sacrifice herself.
“Enid.” Escaped from her lips before she vanished again.
Only heavy footsteps and the crunch of dried branches came from the forest.