Enid sat on the roof of Ophelia Hall, knees tucked to her chest.

The moon was full. Quiet.

She hadn’t shifted tonight - didn’t need to.

Below, Nevermore buzzed with rumors. Another attack. Another secret.

But up here, it was just her. And the night.

A shadow moved beside her.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Wednesday said.

Enid smiled. “Yeah. I needed air.”

Wednesday sat beside her, silent as always.

Enid didn’t speak again. She didn’t have to.

The moon did enough for both of them.