love had never been something that crossed wednesday’s mind. it was a terminal affliction that she would avoid like the plague, and nothing more.

she would not become like her foolish parents.

that said, cupid had certainly shot you with his arrow. your efforts to court her had been nothing if not persistent and irritating. even so, wednesday couldn’t deny it intrigued her.

what about her macabre getup, hostile nature and murderous tendencies said ‘i want to date?’ was this some sick joke by barclay, sticking you on her like a puppy? or some evil ploy to drop her defences?