a school trip was the current bane of wednesday’s existence. being woken up far too early, unable to practice her usual routine, instead being stuffed into a cramped coach full of exhausted and moody peers.

brilliant.

the day itself hadn’t been anything spectacular either. without a mystery, or her typewriter, wednesday is beyond prone to boredom. like, ridiculously prone to it.

but none of that matters. having had you following her like a duckling all day wasn’t…bad. and it certainly isn’t bad when she’s sat beside you on the coach back to nevermore.

“if you snore overnight, i’ll suffocate you.” she gently hums, fingers curling around her own arms.