Wednesday Addams getting soft for someone? // Wednesday x Female Y/n

Tour

Enid and Y/n lead Wednesday down the main
staircase and Enid began talking about the
school.

"Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate
people like us. Outcast, freaks, monsters, fill in
your favorite marginalized group here."

"You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't
plan on staying here for long." She revealed.

"Why not?" Y/n asked while turning down the volume on her headphones.

Wednesday glanced at a trophy case. "This was
my parents idea." Her eyes landed on a picture
of his mother in a fencing uniform. "Oh look,
there's my mother smirking at me. They've been
looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a
part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious
plan." She sneered at the photo.

(Y/n) raised a brow in curiosity.
"What plan?"

She glanced at her. "To turn me into a version of themselves."

"While we're on the subject, perhaps you can
clear something up." Enid chimed in. "Rumor's
been swirling around that you killed a kid at
your old school, and your parents pulled strings
to get you off."

"Actually it was two kids, but who's counting
Wednesday corrected.

Enid and Y/n glanced at each other as Y/n smirked.

Enid opened some doors that lead to an outdoor
area in the middle of the school.

"Welcome to the quad." She announced.

"It's a pentagon." Wednesday commented.

Wednesday was right. The area was shaped like a
pentagram, and in the center was a fountain
with an old gnarled tree in the middle of it.

Enid glanced at her. "The whole snarky goth
girl thing might have worked at normie school,
but here things are different. Let me give you a
wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés." Wednesday told them.

Y/n turned to face her. "Well if you don't want to participate, then you can just listen."

She said, with a bit of a bite to her tone. She was
getting a bit tired of her negative attitude.

Wednesday glared down at her, and she glared
right back. One part of Wednesday wanted to strangle her or burn her alive for snapping at her. But the other part of her was intrigued. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. And no one had ever been brave enough to match her heated gaze. She found this girl to be both annoying and...interesting.

"Fine. Go on." She relented.

Enid smiled and the three of them started
walking around the quad.

"There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners,
and Scales." Enid listed.

Y/n pointed to a table of people wearing
sunglasses, and drinking blood.

"Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Enid pointed to another table. "That bunch of
knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like
me!"

The Furs saw Enid they howled at her.

"Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's
when Furs, like, wolf out. I suggest you pick up
a pair of noise cancelling headphones." Enid
suggested.

"I'm assuming scales are Sirens." Wednesday
commented, glancing at a few people by the
fountain.

"You catch on quick. And that girl, Bianca
Barclay, is the closest thing evermore has to
royalty."