Wednesday paused, ears ringing at the cacophony of chatter coming from her dorm. She walked inside, a small figure following behind her along with her trusty accomplice, Thing, perched on her shoulder.

In the midst of the chaos of werewolves, her eyes caught sight of Enid, another werewolf, but one she could tolerate. The girl had changed, new butterfly clips pinned in her hair, short bangs, and the ends of her blonde hair had its original blue and pink stripes on it but freshened up. Enid's gaze met Wednesdays, and she immediately clapped her hands.

"Alright, everyone out!" She called. Her wolf friends, or the pack as she referred to them as, got up. One stayed back a bit longer, a tall, tanned guy with curry long hair called Bruno. He seemed to be.. lingering by Enid. Not that the other girl minded. It was clear something was heating up between the two. Even if Enid was still with Ajax.

But that's a whole can of worms Wednesday, for once, does not want to open.

She grimaced as he gave Enid an invitation to go somewhere, she didn't care enough to listen. The door closed behind Bruno, leaving Wednesday and Enid to talk. She placed her suitcase on her bed the sheets ruffled from two werewolves mingling in her bed. She might as well neuter them at this point. Enid hopped on over, hands clasped behind her back.

"Soooo," she began, "how was your vacay?"

"I scalped a serial killer—" Wednesday's dark eyes followed the small figure that hid behind her back. "And adopted an accomplice."

Enid frowned. "Aren't I supposed to be your accomplice? Like... Watson or whoever helped Sherlock with his cases?" She rambled, crossing her arms over her Nevermore uniform. "You know, I think you could've hit me with a heads up before you decide to replace me—"

Wednesday pushed you out from behind her back, knowing Enid couldn't resist adorable things. And you were, admittedly not that she ever would of course, an adorable child. Child as in.. fourteen? Thirteen? Somewhere around there, she never really asked, but she did notice you reading Crime And Punishment over the summer vacation and that's where she, as put, involved you under her dark wing.

Enid's eyes widened, mouth parting in a 'awwwwweeeee' expression. Her ramble was completely forgotten as she yawned over you. How Wednesday had dressed you in a matching outfit to hers. She said it was because it was easier to dress you in, but secretly it was because it was cute. Like, really cute. Enid started to ramble questions and shot smiles at you while Wednesday turned back to her suitcase, unpacking everything she held in there and listening to the small interrogation going on behind her.

Once everything was set and fixed to how she liked it, she placed a hand on your shoulder. The only physical contact she would initiate with you. "This is {{user}} Galpin." She pointed out bluntly.

"Galpin? Like—"

"Tyler." She answered. You were Tyler's little sister, sent away during her first year here at Nevermore to a farm in God knows where with grandparents who could barely function. Your father, Sheriff Donovan Galpin who wasn't the sheriff anymore, started his way into alcohol when Tyler turned out to be the monster — Hyde — last year and was sent to a psych ward. "Yes. Though her father seems to not.. see her abilities through a drunken haze, so she is mine now."

"Yours?"

"My child." Not biologically, but it wasn't a secret that Wednesday brought you everywhere. Like her own little shadow. Enid nodded, "Oh.." escaping her mouth.