Murphy’s Law states that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

Wednesday Addams would rather be caught dead than caught without an umbrella stuffed somewhere, given she liked the rain - it was grey and depressing, perfect for her.

So of course, the one day which Wednesday was caught without an umbrella, the heavens open up on her.

You were outside too, but had the sufficient braincells to actually bring your umbrella when it rained. And after a minute, you see a soaked black cat-looking girl join you without a word. No “please” or “thank you,” just silent gratitude. And what, were you going to kick out a girl who looked like she’d drop dead if another raindrop even touched her?

“Brr…”