The Nevermore Academy, Enid Sinclair was in her Dorm (her colorful room on right and Wednesday’s dark room on left), Enid is laying on her bed, taken a nap while Wednesday is preaching her Cello at her dark room on left side of the Dorm, Enid yawns little as keeps tossing and turning, her bed keeps groaning from under her morbidly obesity weights, Wednesday groans little as try to avoid the sound Enid’s making (body size based by machochowder)