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Weems was unfortunately used to unexpected visitors. Having been the headmistress of Nevermore Academy for many years (and now with her spectral state, for the foreseeable future), she had seen her share of runaway teens, helicopter parents, and “stork delivered” babies. This, however… this was not something even she could have seen coming.

The girl- well more of a young woman, was curled into the fetal position, her back against the pane window that led to the balcony. She knew Weems was there and Weems knew that she knew. So she waited. It took a few moments, but the young woman finally looked up.

Enid Sinclair looked seconds away from a breakdown.

“Hey Weems.” She greets, her voice watery with barely held back tears.

“…My dear girl, to what do I owe this visit?” Weems asked, softly and without any judgement. The last thing she wanted to do was make Ms. Sinclair believe she was displeased. She still remembers the first family visitation day with the Sinclairs present.

Enid doesn’t immediately answer. In truth, even she isn’t exactly sure why she came here of all places. She just knew she couldn’t stay there with him.

The words start out hesitant. “I- I’m… It just- I wanted- ” a deep breath, “I just needed to get away. I thought I wanted all of it but I was just faking it all. I’d lie and pretend until I could almost believe it myself.”

Enid looked up at the ghost of her old headmistress, a woman who gave her all to keep her students safe and ultimately gave her life for those students and something in her gives. Like a dame breaking, tears flow and Enid sobs. "I don't want to keep faking Principal Weems. I'm so tired. I want it to stop."

Weems patiently waits for the sobs to die down.

(She thought she had come to terms with everything that came with her spectral state but right now she would give anything to be able to touch, to hold, to comfort.)

Eventually the sobs settle and all that is left is sniffles.

“My dear, I may not know the full scope of what is going on but I can promise you that Nevermore will always be a home to you. So long as I am headmistress, no outcast will be turned away. We must look out for our own, no?” she says, the question more rhetorical than literal. Now came the hard part. “Should you decide to remain at Nevermore indefinitely, we will have to find an occupation or apprenticeship for you. Idle hands as the saying goes. But rest assured that while you remain on the academy property I will not allow any harm or harassment to come to you…” a pause “… either of you.”

Enid gasps and curls her arms tighter around herself. So I was correct, Weems thinks.

“Come, Ms. Sinclair and we can discuss in my office the specifics of your stay here.”, with that Weems turns and passes through the dorm door, making her way to her office without looking back.

Enid sits in the same leather upholstered chair she sat in during her initial interview for the academy all those years ago. The office itself hasn’t changed since her years as a student despite it being a little over 6 years since she’d last walked the halls. The same frames on the wall, the same rug on the floor, and the fire place still large and ostentatious. Its familiar in a way that brings at least a little comfort and at this point she’ll take all she can get.

Enid takes all this in before finally looking across the desk. Weems sits (floats? She isn’t quite sure on the logistics of this. Wasn’t her area of expertise.) in her chair, waiting patiently as always. Enid wonders if she just sat here if Weems would just wait forever. Decides to test it some other time.

Breathe in, breathe out. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Even counts. As naturally as possible, Enid thinks to herself. “Should I just address the elephant in the room?” Enid starts.

Weems folds her hands over one another before sitting up straight. “I will admit, Ms. Sinclair, that I am curious about how this situation came to be.” She holds up a hand right as Enid goes to open her mouth. “But no matter how curious I may be, I will not pry if you do not wish to share. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe here. Both will be hard to accomplish if you feel you are not allowed your privacy.”

Enid pauses and considers what’s being offered to her. She could take the out and hash out her contribution to the academy… but it wouldn’t be long before that became harder to avoid. No, Enid would face this head on. She can be brave. (She’s so tired of being scared.) “If it’s alright with you, Principal Weems, I’d like to explain my situation to you.” Weems simply nods for her to continue.

“I-“ Enid pauses. Be brave. “I was in a committed relationship with someone. I loved- I thought I loved him. I convinced myself that I was happy with what we had. We even planned it all out together. A house, kids, even pets.” Breathe in, breathe out. “For awhile I could pretend. Pretend it was good enough. Pretend this was what I wanted for myself.” In through your nose, out through your mouth. “I wasn’t happy Principal Weems. I just told myself over and over that I was until I started to believe it… and then I found out I was pregnant.”

Ah, so she said it, Weems thinks. It seemed to be that admitting it allowed the young werewolf to regain some confidence in her voice.

“I didn’t want to bring a child into this world under false pretenses. If I’m going to go through with this then I want them to know its because I wanted to, not because it was expected of me. I know it won’t be easy and I know I most likely won’t have much support but I’m going to make sure they never doubt for a second that they are wanted and loved.” By the end of it, Enid is crying again. God, Enid hopes she doesn’t fuck this up.

A tissue box moves on its own across the desk towards Enid. She takes the offered tissue and blows her nose before looking in the direction the box came from. Weems has a soft smile on her face and it makes Enid’s heart ache.

“I want to say that this is very brave of you, Ms. Sinclair, but I must correct you on one matter.” Weems says. Enid tilts her head in confusion. Weems’ smile widens as she tells the young woman, “You said you would not have much support. I politely beg to differ. You will have not only my support but the support of the entire staff here at Nevermore. From pre-natal care to remedies for morning sickness, if it is within our power to provide it, we will. You are not alone in this, Enid. Please do try to remember that.”

Enid can feel the now all too familiar feeling of tears building behind her eyes. Even if they’re from happiness and relief, she won’t let them fall. She’s cried enough to water the entire greenhouse. No more tears. For now there was planning to do.

“You mentioned before that I would need to choose an occupation and apprenticeship.” Enid begins tentatively.

“I did, yes. There are many avenues to pursue. I know you excelled in your journalism and communication studies so perhaps you’d like to assist Professor Flynn with her lessons? If not, then perhaps with your grimwolf status you may consi-“ Weems says before being cut off.

“Actually, I was wondering if I could be your assistant.” Enid blurts out.

The headmistress blinks owlishly and Enid doesn’t think she’s ever seen Weems so caught off guard before. “You want to be my assistant?” she asks and receives a nod in reply. “Are you sure my dear? It would be incredibly stressful and not to mention taxing. The amount of work that would be required, I mean, the paperwork alone…”

“I’m sure Principal Weems. I can handle the stress and I mean I did manage to juggle several clubs so I think I can manage some paperwork.” Enid has never been so sure of anything in her life.

Weems takes a moment to consider before nodding her head decisively, “If you are sure of this, then I would be a fool to turn away the help. Admittedly my… state of being does make certain tasks more difficult so it will be handy to have someone around who can actually twist doorknobs and apprehend hooligans.”

Enid laughs. It feels like the first time in forever that it’s a real one. “So when do I begin?”

A week passes and Enid is introduced to the staff as a returning graduate looking to give back to the Academy (certain instructors have been made aware of the pregnancy and also that it is to remain a secret until Enid herself chooses to share that information. Most are understanding, some give her looks that could be described as pity. She chooses to ignore it.) Getting to know all her old professors outside of academia was an experience for Enid but she found that it was easy to fit in amongst the staff. They were welcoming and some even thanked her for saving the academy that one time. Just like her though, these staff members were outcasts looking to help the younger crowds make their way through confusing times. Overall the adjustment period was straightforward and easy.

She had also been assigned her own room down the hall from Weems’ office. Oftentimes the two would spend the day in the office together. Weems dictating notes and floating documents into neat piles while Enid organized cabinets and set about figuring out priorities for club, sport, and class material requisitions. It was taxing and tiring but rewarding work. Sometimes she’d even get Weems to talk about her own days at Nevermore. There was a certain nostalgia in her voice when she’d talk of the things she and her roommate would get into.

Weems had just gotten done telling Enid about the last time Ophelia Hall had won the Poe Cup when she took on a pensive look. Enid had an idea of what was coming, and she thought she was prepared for it but it still felt like a kick to the gut (she was well acquainted with the feeling).

“Forgive me for asking, but while I am thrilled to have you here, I can’t help but wonder why it was here that you came to.” Weems says, trying to word her next question considerately “I recall you and the young Ms. Addams to be particularly close, why not seek her out first?”

Enid pauses. Tries not to get caught up in memories. Fails. (Cold body in her lap, warm breath on her skin. Hands wander under clothes and into her hair. She holds tight enough that her claws prick skin. Knows that's how she likes it.) She shakes her head to dislodge the memory. Feels for a moment like Weems isn’t the only ghost in the room. Remembers she was asked a question. “We, um, just kinda drifted away from each other. Headed in different directions, you know?” Enid prays that Weems believes her.

Weems does not.

But she knows better than to push. Should Ms. Sinclair choose to share the truth with her then that would be her decision to make and at her own pace. Weems can be patient.

“I see. Well then it is fortunate for me that you chose here instead. I shudder to think of having to deal with these petty supplies’ politics by myself.” And with that they move onto work related topics and Enid can breathe again.

Night has fallen over Nevermore Academy and Weems is winding down from another day preparing for the new academic year. Two months have passed since Ms. Sinclair joined the academy staff as her assistant and during those two months the young wolf has done a phenomenal job. As a matter of fact, Weems is almost certain that she can truly begin training Ms. Sinclair as her successor as headmistress. No sooner than she finished that thought does her office phone ring. There’s a sinking feeling in her gut that she is all too familiar with. The phone continues to ring and she contemplates simply not answering it. But she know that the person on the other end of the line will not simply give up. If anything it might prompt them to make a personal appearance and that is not something Weems can risk. She picks up the phone.

“Good evening, Larissa.” Morticia’s voice floats through the receiver.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your calling, Ms. Addams?” Weems asks. The sooner they cut to the chase the better.

“Come now Larissa, drop the formality I only want to congratulate you.”

“Congratulate me?”

“Why on your successor, of course.”

If Weems still had veins there would be nothing but ice flowing through them.

“Who else have you told?” Weems could hear the edge in her own voice.

“No one. I called you immediately after having my vision. Larissa?”

“You must keep this to yourself.” Weems doesn’t even know where to begin in getting her point across. “Morticia, please. Please do not tell anyone that she is here.”

There’s silence on the other end of line. For a moment Weems wonders if the call disconnected but then.

“I would like to know why I should keep this secret from my daughter. When, not if, when she finds out…” Morticia didn’t need to finish the sentence. Weems was well aware of the temper the eldest Addams progeny had.

“I cannot share the details but I will not have all this progress be undone. Enid has come so far in such short time but she is still mending. I will not risk it. Needless to say if I catch wind of anything I-“

“There is no need for all that.” Morticia cuts in “You have my word that no one will be privy to this information but you and me.”

Weems sighs. “Thank you, Tish, you have my sincere gratitude.”

Morticia knowingly hums in response.

“Well once again Larissa I must congratulate you. She is a wonderful heir.” the Addams matriarch begins “I’m sure she’ll make you proud.”

“Indeed, she will, no matter what happens.” (They both know they’re no longer talking about the school.)

“Sweet dreams Larissa.”

“Terrible nightmares Tish.”

It's nearly midnight for me rn but I wanted to get this out before I lost the juice

HELLO?

FROGGT YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT LIKE THAT WHAT HAPPENED????

WHO'S THE MAN ENID DATED, WHY DID WENCLAIR DISTANCE THEMSELF??? WHY IS ENID WORKING THERE NEEDING TO BE SUCH A SECRET???

I got too much questions bro, I need to know

YOU CAN'T JUST HOOK ME AND LEAVEEE

#Writing #Wtf #Is so good mate #Au thoughts #Yall so talented

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