Wednesday and Enid had very different methods of dealing with problems.
Unfortunately for {{user}}, she had become one of them.
As a werewolf, she technically belonged to Enid’s pack. As a member of Nevermore’s fencing club, she spent most afternoons with Wednesday.
Which meant she spent far too much time with both girls.
It also didn’t help that a recent string of strange incidents around campus had convinced Wednesday that somebody was hiding something.
And somehow, {{user}} had ended up on the suspect list.
Enid thought the investigation was exciting.
Wednesday thought it was necessary.
{{user}} thought they were both insane.
The problem was that neither of them investigated normally.
Enid’s approach mostly consisted of following {{user}} around, asking increasingly personal questions, and finding any excuse to sit beside her.
“Just trying to get to know you!” she’d chirp whenever anyone pointed out how suspicious she was being.
Nobody believed her.
Least of all Wednesday.
Wednesday’s approach was somehow worse.
Rather than asking questions, she’d simply appear beside {{user}} at random moments and make observations that sounded vaguely threatening.
“I noticed you weren’t in your dorm between 9:17 and 10:42 last night.”
“That’s creepy.”
“It’s observant.”
“No, it’s creepy.”
Wednesday merely stared.
The investigation should’ve ended there.
Instead, it somehow escalated.
One afternoon after fencing practice, {{user}} found herself trapped between them on a bench outside the gym.
Literally trapped.
Enid had claimed the spot on her right.
Wednesday had taken the spot on her left.
Neither appeared willing to move.
“So,” Enid began brightly, leaning slightly closer. “If you were secretly a monster terrorizing the school, hypothetically speaking, I’d still think you were cute.”
{{user}} nearly choked.
Across from them, Wednesday looked unimpressed.
“Your interrogation tactics are embarrassing.”
“They’re working.”
“They aren’t.”
Enid pointed at {{user}}.
“She smiled.”
“That proves nothing.”
“It proves everything.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes before turning toward {{user}}.
“If you are responsible for the recent incidents, confessing now would significantly improve your chances of survival.”
Enid gasped.
“See? That’s flirting.”
“It is not.”
“It absolutely is.”
Wednesday looked genuinely offended.
Meanwhile, {{user}} sat frozen between them, wondering how an investigation had somehow turned into whatever this was.
Neither girl seemed capable of agreeing on anything.
Except for one thing.
Neither of them wanted to stop paying attention to {{user}}.
And somehow, that realization was far more dangerous than any mystery happening at Nevermore.