Their life at Nevermore was over.
It might sound dramatic, but it was factual. It was their last year, the term was finished, the graduation ceremony was that very afternoon, and the next day they would be leaving to move on with their lives.
Wednesday firmly closed the trunk where the last of her belongings were stored. She looked across the room and couldn't help a half smile when she saw that Enid had not yet packed up half of her things. The next morning would be rushed. It was fortunate that Lurch was a patient being who would have no qualms about waiting.
Wednesday was alone in the room. Enid had left for some last minute preparations with Yoko for the farewell party that night after the ceremony. Thing was also missing, most likely with the she-wolf.
She was both anxious and apprehensive about the rest of the day. Wednesday had learned to appreciate many of the people she would be sharing the evening with, though a part of her would never feel comfortable in large crowds. More than anything, she looked forward to the next day, when she and Enid would depart for the Addams Mansion. The situation with the lycanthrope's family was still tense, and Enid had made it very clear that of all the Sinclairs only her father, one of her brothers, and a distant cousin were still family to her. So it had not been a difficult decision to move in with the Addamses.
They had discussed it and decided that next year they would postpone continuing their studies. It would be a sabbatical year, just the two of them, traveling the length and breadth of the world. A year to visit places Enid longed to see and investigate mysteries that Wednesday wanted to unravel.
Of all those mysteries, the most important was to find the right words when presenting a certain object to her she-wolf to adorn one of her fingers.
But there would be time for that. They had all the time in the world...
And then she noticed it. Something in the air that sent a chill down the back of her neck. A smell of ozone as when lightning is about to be discharged.
And a sound. Four strangely familiar musical notes followed by a crack and a thud as if something had fallen behind her back.
Wednesday turned around.
A young woman, in her late teens, had materialized in the center of the dorm room.
She was tall, noticeably taller than Wednesday. She wore all black: black boots, black jeans, and a black tank top that revealed shapely arms with pronounced musculature. Her head was adorned by long blonde hair styled in a pair of braided pigtails, each dyed a different color at the tips: black on the left and a crimson red on the right. Her face, as strange as it was familiar, featured a pair of bright blue eyes that looked around with some disorientation.
Observing her tense posture, Wednesday noticed that the newcomer's black-painted fingernails were extended like claws.
A werewolf.
That was the moment the young woman turned and rested her eyes on Wednesday Addams. Eyes that widened in surprise and bewilderment.
A surprise and bewilderment that was reflected in Wednesday's face when the stranger opened her black-painted lips to utter one single word that carried too much weight.
"Mom?"
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