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[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 12

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

I have had multiple sessions with my therapist between this entry and the previous as I try to come to terms with what happened on the day of the first quarter moon. I cannot fathom how I could utter the words I have come to despise from my parents' overuse. Calling Enid 'cara mia' has haunted me ever since. Strangely, my therapist found my spontaneous sexual arousal with Enid to be a more pressing matter, as did Enid. While I agree it did have importance, my primary concern was my utterance of my parents' so loathsomely frequent term of endearment and the fact that I had let it slip many more times since then when conversing with Enid.

Though I suppose she may have wanted to explore a possible connection between my sexual arousal and use of the words. I'll admit it was rather shocking to discover I could have such a feeling, especially while in contact with my werewolf Enid. She presented me with a handful of options and asked how I would like to proceed.

Firstly she asked if I would like to have Enid join in a session, so as to have everything out in the open. I declined as Enid did not need to see my ineptitude in navigating such matters. Second, she offered that we explore the history of my romantic partners. I failed to see its relevance and, likewise to the first proposal, I declined. Third, she strongly suggested we, at the very least, discuss the physiological and psychological aspects of sexual arousal and course of action on how to address it when such occurrences arise. Finally, she posited that it may be prudent to traverse my abhorrence towards my parents' incessant outward displays of affection. I found these last two options sensible and agreed to pursue them.

With our objectives set I was suddenly thrust into what one might call a 'crash course' of sexual education. I was somewhat surprised to learn that we would not be covering reproduction however. This was most perplexing. Is sexual arousal not a symptom or byproduct of an instinctual desire to reproduce? My therapist asked if sexual intercourse was solely for the purpose of producing offspring. I felt conflicted. My first answer was yes. People are driven by a base instinct to reproduce whether they wish to have offspring or not. She questioned my reasoning by asking what the point of contraceptives would be then. I stated that some at least have the foresight to see that they are incapable or are presently unable to care for their would-be spawn.

She asked if I knew about homosexuality. I had to rescind my previous answer. Sexual intercourse was also something that could be done to affirm social bonds. She questioned what my views were on both answers I had given. I had to pause to consider my thoughts. I stated that I had no desire to bare spawn and find reproduction to be highly unnecessary given the current state affairs and rapid destruction of the Earth. I was not surprised by her hypothetical question of if my views would be different if the world wasn't experiencing such turmoil. My answer remained the same.

Her follow-up was to have me speculate why I felt sexual arousal while Enid and I exchanged oral greetings. I pondered this before returning to my second answer. I clearly wished to affirm my social bond with Enid as packmates. She asked if I wanted to affirm social bonds with any others, such as acquaintances or friends. I frowned. I had no desire to, plus the symptom only occurred when I was in the presence of my werewolf companion. She asked why I thought that was. I had no answer other than that I feel close to Enid, which is natural considering our status as packmates.

Next I was instructed to take my time and reflect on the nature of my physical and emotional attractions to others. There was nothing to consider. I felt attraction to no one. She brought up my previous relationships and asked me to explain them if I felt no attraction. I was troubled by the question. Why did I court and let myself be courted? I thought about the wretched date with the Hyde creature. It was in a location Enid had once selected for a surprise birthday party. I remarked with fondness that Enid understood I would find a crypt intriguing (though admittedly I was too distracted by my ongoing murder investigation to fully appreciate it). She pressed further, why did that particular date come to mind?

I thought harder. I recalled watching the torturous movie about an annoyingly bubbly and yet surprisingly intellectual blonde overcoming substantial obstacles. Not too dissimilar from another blonde I know. She asked me to think about Tyler. What was he doing during that date that I liked? What was I thinking or feeling about him at the time? Why was that date so memorable that it popped into my mind first? I found this line of questioning to be unusually difficult to answer and grew rather frustrated. For whatever reason Enid kept drifting to the forefront of my mind.

We had been fighting at the time the date had occurred. Though I was too stubborn to admit it then, I confessed that I missed Enid horribly. For the first time in my life solitude had become torture; as I had grown most accustomed to the werewolf's presence and warmth. I rambled aimlessly about how I desired nothing but death after the argument with Enid and her request to room with the mosquito Tanaka. It was under this state of woeful anguish that I became increasingly more impulsive, as if nothing really mattered with Enid's absence. I posited that for being the only reason I agreed to the wretched date with the Hyde. The crypt reminded me of Enid, the fairy lights strung across it reminded me of Enid, the movie reminded me of Enid. Evidently I was trying to fill an Enid shaped hole with whatever creature, no matter how foul, would take me after her departure.

My therapist took great interest in my wandering thoughts. I did not. I requested that we return to discussing the means of dealing with sudden and unexpected sexual arousal. She raised no further questions on the matter and suggested we take a short break before we switched back to said topic. The respit was rather beneficial as it allowed me time to recompose myself. I was taken aback by how affected I was from retelling such events from the past.

Once the respit concluded we dove straight into the topic of my spontaneous sexual arousal. She asked if I knew of any ways to address such a physical malady. I admitted that I paradoxically both did and did not. She had me extrapolate. I suggested self stimulation. She asked why I didn't sound confident in my answer. I explained that while I knew of the actions' existence I never studied or practiced it, for I had no need until recently. The matter was subsequently discussed in greater depth with more technical terms. I was reassured that there was no pressure to 'masturbate' and that I should address that matter however I saw fit.

The conversation was uncomfortable but informative. I must find a way to ask Enid for us to pause our greetings so that I may deal with my physical needs in private should they become too overwhelming. Perhaps I shall also inquire as to whether she too experiences sexual arousal when we greet, and if so, how does she deal with it?

We then reached the final topic for today's session, my parents. She asked fewer questions as she wished for me to simply share my experiences and thoughts on them. I began by listing the numerous ways my parents display affection. I likened them to exhibitionists, for they drape themselves over each other so shamelessly regardless of the setting. Their sickening pet names are uttered with such frequency I truly wonder if they have forgotten their own names. They seem to have the uncontrollable desire to broadcast their relationship to every unfortunate soul within their immediate vicinity.

I expressed my displeasure at this very performative display. For whom are they trying to convince of their unwavering devotion and adoration? If I had a person for whom I cared deeply I would not vaunt of it for all the world to see. It would be a rather personal and private matter. My expressions of love would be for their eyes only, because only they would be worthy of such vulnerability, and that would make it all the more intimate. Our love would not need to be proven to anyone. It is our love and thus would be held privy only to us like a pearl hidden within an oyster.

My therapist posed a question, though she informed me she had a feeling as to its answer already, would I keep my love hidden because I was ashamed of it or my partner? I frowned. I would be ashamed of nothing nor my partner. She nodded thoughtfully and asked if I would deny to myself if I was in love; out of feelings of resentment towards my parents' very public displays of love and affection. I dismissed such a childish notion. If I was experiencing feelings of great attraction I would not lie to myself. She asked if I really thought that was true. I scoffed. I reiterated that I have no attraction to anyone at present. I only wish to be a good packmate / partner to Enid and that it was more than enough for me.

She seemed to repress a heavy sigh and glanced at the clock. It appeared that our session was over. I thanked her for the relevant information and exited the room. Enid bounded towards me as I reached the foyer and we shared a quick greeting upon the lips before heading out.

[sonofrose]

What is your favorite Sashannarcy fanfic? Can you recommend me some? 🙏

Well... call me basic but "The Reintegration Process" and its series "gay people back from frogland what will they do" by im_at_my_limit (where the "it's them" thing comes from) to begin with.

The "Confessions" series by TheCrusaderKing (one of the first sashannarcy fics).

"Solemn Solium" by spotty8ee.

"Lost and Found" by Missakat.

The "Young Adult Calamity Girls" by Isweartogod.

The "light, sword, and shield" series by fictitiousregrets and kaseyskat.

"Two Time" by lav_casio.

"Beauty and the Beasts" by your_local_hurt_comfort_junkie.

"Abscence makes the heart grow fonder, closeness does as well" by Vigilluminatus.

"The First Night Back" by Protosol.

"I Get to Love You" by moonlight_sapphic (a wedding fic).

"there's something in the water that makes me love you like i do" by strawberriesinmoominvalley.

"Calamity-Amory" by WholesomeFluffDaddy.

And the "We're Just Human" series by EggMonstor (be warned this one is dark, and has a lot of Trigger Warnings).

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 9

Current Moon Phase: New Moon 🌑

Before I record my new findings I must confess that I may have panicked when Enid placed her lips upon my skin. I am aware that it was illogical but I seem to be in a rather illogical state of mind as of late. I shall have to discuss this with my therapist at our next session.

Once my brain chemistry had returned to normal levels I was able to rationalize Enid's actions. As I continue to document my subject I have found it prudent to study the social behavior of wolves, as there is much overlap between them and their lycanthropic kin. I have learned that wolves will lick or 'kiss' the muzzles of their packmates as a form of greeting. This shouldn't have been surprising as some human cultures have a similar custom. Clearly Enid was greeting me in a typical werewolf manner and nothing more. Not that I would assume there to be anything more; for what more could there be?

While this new form of greeting was rather startling I feel that I could grow accustomed to it, especially as I have learned there is a much more invasive way of greeting among wolves. I have read how wolves will oftentimes stick their tongues in the mouths of their fellow packmates to gain information about them such as mood, hormonal changes, and so on. While I understand it is a simple formality I would not be ready for such a greeting yet. Perhaps Enid took this into consideration on my behalf? I shall have to ponder this later.

Seeing as I was unable to discuss the matter of being packmates the previous week I once again devised a plan for discussing it. I also wished to observe the effects, or possible lack thereof, of the new moon on my werewolf companion. With both goals firmly in mind I made a request of Enid to join me for a coffee in town. I chose this setting as to allow for greater privacy, as I did not wish to have an audience. I also did not want to catch Enid off guard so I informed her via my mobile telephone that I desired to discuss something of great importance with her.

Enid seemed very enthusiastic about receiving my message, for she sent many more in response. I assume her promptness in which she wanted to respond was the reason for her abbreviations and misspelling of many words as well as the addition of several unnecessary punctuation marks. I wrote her back informing her that her questions would be answered to the best of my abilities and that she could answer mine in turn.

Enid arrived at the Weathervane ten minutes prior to our agreed upon meeting time. She appeared to be somewhat anxious. Perhaps something had occurred during her commute? Either way she wasted no time ordering and promptly sitting down across from me at the booth I selected. She was quick to inquire as to what I wanted to discuss. I considered her for a moment. She still appeared distressed. I attempted to ease the tension by complimenting her appearance. However, my mind had once again abandoned me and I spoke not in English.

'But I already shut the door?' Enid had responded in confusion, glancing back at the entry to the Weathervane. I was most perplexed and blinked slowly. 'Why'd you ask that in a French accent?' She asked. I appeared to be speaking French this time but could not recall what I had said. Enid rose slowly as her name was called to retrieve her order. I began to panic slightly. Would I be able to discuss our status as packmates? What if this lapse in cognitive function made it infeasible to converse in English? As Enid returned to the table I quickly stood up. Perhaps I could right some of these errors with a simple werewolf greeting?

I placed my hands on Enid's arms and stretched upwards to place a quick kiss upon her cheek. Having completed the greeting I pulled back. Enid stared at me with wide eyes as she fluffed out. I was gripped with an even greater anxiety. Had I greeted her incorrectly? Enid continued to stare at me as she sat down. I hurried to mirror her and sat down as well. I prepared to intercept her question just as she began to open her mouth. Misfortune seemed to have taken favor with me, for in my haste I bungled my words. I had meant to ask 'What are we as packmates?' However, I instead asked 'Are we mates?'

Enid spat out a fair amount of coffee. Evidently she had gone to sip her drink rather than ask me a question. Her cheeks flushed with color as she wiped her mouth. I felt my own grow rather hot at my verbal faux pas. I tried again. 'S'il te plaît, pardonne-moi' I began then stopped as I was once again cursed to speak in tongues that were not applicable to my current situation. 'Willa, why do you keep talking like that?' Enid whispered. 'Je ne sais pas!' My mind was waging war against itself in an apparent attempt at self sabotage. 'Lo siento.' I had managed to switch languages but not to my intended one. I gripped the table and considered making a retreat until my sanity saw fit to return to me.

I nearly jumped as I felt Enid's soft warm hands envelope my own. 'Willa-?' She shook her head. 'Wednesday' She had begun in a much more serious tone. Without stating it directly she had commanded me to look at her. I felt trapped in those cerulean eyes as if I were stranded in the middle of the ocean without a life preserver. She applied a steady pressure to my hands. 'Do you want to be mates?' I was beginning to drown in those pools of piercing blue. I numbly felt my body act without my volition. It was as if I was a specter observing from afar. I saw myself nod but was too numb to feel it. I wanted to scream for correction; to clarify any possible misunderstanding.

'Estoy asustada.' Was all I could manage to muster. The shock of saying something so obviously against my nature was enough to break me from my paralytic state. I blinked and tore my eyes away from the wolf to scowl at myself. 'Willa, what are you saying?' She asked. 'I don't know. I think I'm going mad.' I replied earnestly. There was a moment of silence. I looked down at my captured hands. Enid was stroking them gently with her thumbs. This brought some sort of comfort. Perhaps because a formidable predator had me restrained and could end me from suffering even further embarrassment.

'I think you're having a panic attack.' The werewolf informed me. I swallowed. The shame I felt was incredible. How could I be so weak? I balled my hands into fists, or at least tried to while in the werewolf's grasp. 'Can I try something? To help you out of it?' She offered. I nodded again. 'This might hurt a little.' She said. My curiosity was piqued and then I felt it, a sharp prick. I looked down to see the werewolf digging her thumb claws into my hand. The rush of clarity and relief from my panicked state was immeasurable. I looked up at her with gratitude but for some reason my heart palpitations continued.

Enid did not catch my eye this time as she instead kept them fixed upon the hands of her captured prey. She frowned at the small beads of blood she had drawn but kept her claws in. 'I want to be mates too.' She said lightly. I felt a sudden elation I couldn't place. Obviously she meant packmates, because she knew the nuances of the situation. She was choosing to abbreviate the term as I had done, likely as a way to comfort me and my disastrous initial attempt at beginning the conversation.

'I want to take things slow but I don't know if I can, with you.' She had said with a shy smile. I too felt the hint of a grin tug at my lips until her eyes pounced upon me again. I froze like a mouse before a cat. I remained trapped in her gaze as she once again applied pressure to my hand with her claws. A discomfiting sound escaped my lips which I shall not elaborate on further. I wanted nothing more than for my packmate to maul me in that moment. I believe some part of her desired that as well for the look she gave me not so subtly indicated a deep hunger. As if anticipating death, or at the very least a light maiming at her hands, I felt myself lean forward slightly.

A heard the quietest of growls escaped her as she leaned closer in turn. Her lips began to part and I felt my own reciprocate. My mind began to fill with a suffocating haze and my heartbeat thundered deafeningly in my ears. Just as I thought she was about to close the gap between us she paused. 'Wens?' The concern in her voice struck me like a slap across the face. What had I done now? I followed her gaze downward. I appeared to be gripping her hands for dear life. My body also seemed to be experiencing mild tremors, likely a new symptom manifesting from the current madness engulfing me.

I quickly released her hands and withdrew. I looked out the window in an attempt to quell my mind and conceal my illness. 'Sorry.' I heard the werewolf murmur. 'I guess that was a little too fast, huh?' Yes, perhaps it was too soon for a mauling and a public setting such as the Weathervane felt rather inappropriate for such an intimate matter. I agreed and kept my eyes averted. I was unable to complete any further research.

Dear Diary,

So I know last time I said this but - you are NOT going to believe what happened today! 😳 Okay, so first of all Willa asked if we could go grab coffee with the most ominous text ever 😰

Enid, I humbly request your presence at the Weathervane this morning at 9am sharp. We must discuss an important matter regarding the status of our relationship that can no longer be avoided.

I thought I was going to DIE! 😵 That was somehow so much worse than just 'we need to talk.' And of course she didn't elaborate on in further when I started panic texting her back I was so worried that I misread her signals (which, like, can anyone read her signals? Is she even sending signals?) when I kissed her last week. I was scared that I messed up and she was going to ask to move out or something 😥

But! I noticed she's kept the wolf stuffed animal I left her so I figured there was maybe a 50/50 chance she just maybe, possibly, wanted to ask me out? Anyway, I showed up early (because I was losing my mind!) I order, I go over to her, I ask her what's up and she says 'Jhut da door'? Maybe it was French? (I don't know, I never paid attention in that class) And I was so confused and then they called my order -

Anyway! I get back, Willa gets up, and OHMYGOD. SHE. KISSED. ME. (on the cheek) 😵 I didn't know what was going on but at least I wasn't worried about her asking to move out anymore But it didn't stop there - I go to have a sip of my coffee and Willa just blurts out 'Are we mates?' OMG I thought I was going to shoot coffee out my nose - Were we dating this whole time and I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT?

I started freaking out - Willa started freaking out - we were both freaking OUT 😨😨 Willa starts speaking in French and maybe some other language at some point. I ask what's going on and she looks like she's about to run. I take her hands to try and calm her down. I have to have an answer! I have to try to calm down so I can ask if she wants to be mates, because Willa-! Do you know what you're asking? 😳😳😳 She has this terrified look in her eyes but nods. I feel like I'm about to wolf out in the middle of the Weathervane, she looks like she's screaming internally, and then she whispers something. (Willa! What are you saying?) I ask her what she's saying and then she just gives me this dead-eyed look and is like 'I think I'm going mad.' OMG. Willa. You're not mad - just emotionally constipated!

But then I noticed something really going wrong. I could smell her adrenaline and cortisol levels going through the roof. I think that took everything out of her just to ask if we are romantically involved 😥 I just kept holding her hands and let her know that I think she's having a panic attack. Her panic only seems to get worse and now she looks like she wants to die. 😰 I know suggesting breathing exercises, and talking it out aren't going to work at that moment so I went with the next best thing… I dug my claws into her hands. 😔 I know that pain is one of the few things that could pull her out of a panic attack but I don't like it.

Once I start drawing blood… I could smell that it stopped. I told her that I wanted to be mates too... She didn't say anything but her response was obvious. However, when I went to look at her she became immediately frightened. Worried that she might have another panic attack, I squeezed her hands again. She, uh 😳 She made an interesting noise! I couldn't take my eyes off her now and she started leaning forward. Just as I start leaning forward to share our 💕 first kiss 💕 she starts shaking like a leaf! 😣💔 I stop and she pulls away like she's terrified. She practically curled up into a ball! I apologized for taking things too fast. (I just really wanted to kiss her )

She didn't talk much after that. I felt so bad. 😢 I know Wednesday can get overwhelmed really quickly from anything having to do with emotions or expressing them openly. I told her I was going to leave, you know, to give her some space if she needed, but she shook her head, got up and took my hand saying that she was going with me - with her mate ❤️

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 2

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

Enid felt compelled to interrupt my slumber with the insufferable noise she calls ‘music.’ I let her know my sincerest thoughts on being awoken in such a manner. She was unreceptive to such criticism and posited the question ‘Are you sure you’re a raven? Because you seem more like a grumpy goose to me.’ I did not voice my displeasure at such a query. She then proceeded to toss my jacket and snood onto my bedding before informing me that I was to be dragged into town with her.

I do not recall agreeing to any such outing. However, before I could voice this she had already bounded out of the room like an overly excited puppy. I waited for her return to explain the obvious miscommunication but she did not. I quickly dressed and set about tracking her down. Unsurprisingly she was waiting just outside the front gates.

I was foolish in believing I could simply tell her I wasn’t going. She waved off my response before capturing my hand and pulling me with her. I did not attempt to escape even though her grip was weak. I do not recall why I didn’t. My mind had felt oddly hazy in the moment and I seemed to be experiencing some sort of heart palpitations. Perhaps it was because I had not acquired any sort of sustenance before finding Enid.

Enid seemed to anticipate this error on my part and took us straight to a cafe just before entering Jericho. I asked her why we didn’t simply dine in Jericho if it was our intended destination. She told me to ‘shut up’ and ‘just enjoy the coffee’. I decided not to question her further as she huffed. I could see those beautifully sharp fangs lengthening as she spoke. I seemed to experience some sort of mild gastrointestinal upset shortly after. It felt like my stomach was full of spiders. The feeling was not unpleasant.

Whatever strange and sudden illness that had a hold of me only worsened as the day progressed. I assume Enid was able to pick up on my affliction (perhaps she could smell it?) because she continued to keep a hold of my hand and insisted on opening doors for me. I was unaware my prognosis was so grim. She must have anticipated me losing my strength. I did not, but admittedly I felt unsteady at times.

A fever was another symptom that manifested from my mysterious illness. I found it most noticeable when Enid initiated physical contact. Werewolf bodies naturally run at higher temperatures so I assume that the contact in some way may have worsened this symptom. Yet despite my overheating I felt myself repeatedly drawn to my the werewolf. To be fair the temperatures outside were in the range to cause hypothermia if left exposed for long enough. I was simply ensuring my continued survival by staying close to her through our visitation and return from Jericho.

When we returned to our dorm Enid soon left to ‘catch up with the girls.’ I can only assume she was referring to that insufferable vampire Tanaka and her siren inamorata. I was left with an unusual sense of ennui at her departure. But I digress. This journal is a record of Enid’s unusual behaviors in correlation with the cycles of the moon and not my own sudden and inexplicable maladies.

Speaking of which, I have come to a hypothesis regarding today’s activities. Werewolves can be territorial creatures. It is my current working assumption that the outing today was a way for Enid to assess the current stability of her territory as the moon waxes. My accompaniment may have been a sort of added security, akin to a pack member, to enforce her claim. I would not be surprised as I have proven myself quite capable on numerous occasions. I must admit I feel most honored for her to have considered me for such an outing. Perhaps I shall subtly suggest subsequent outings to ensure the security of her territory.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 3

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Whether it is the moon or possibly the month of October, Enid's behavior is becoming increasingly more erratic and nonsensical. She interrupted my studies with indecent enthusiasm as she heard a song playing on the radio. She turned up the volume unnecessarily before loudly announcing it was 'the song of her people.' She then proceeded to dance and howl along to the music. The song in question was 'Werewolves of London.' I am unfamiliar as to how this particular song connects to greater werewolf culture other than the word 'werewolf' being in the lyrics.

Out of curiosity I observed her dance from the corner of my eye. It was enthralling. Fascinating. Had I not known any better I would have mistakenly assumed that it was a dance to attract a mate. There is a possibility that it was and she was merely practicing. It was a silly dance that perfectly encapsulated Enid. However, at some point it stopped being silly. Her claws were lengthening and the wild untamed look in her eye had me-

I feel compelled to document, while tangentially related to the events I'm currently recounting, that Enid remains uninvolved in romantic relationships at present. I wonder as to why that may be? This is purely from a scientific standpoint as it may lead to some insight on my current observations of her. I too am single. I only bring this up as I only recall Enid courting others while I myself was being courted. Perhaps Enid remains single out of some sort of solidarity with me. However, I think that would be a rather foolish notion. And yet…

Returning to the documentation at hand - as the song ended so too did Enid's dance. I gave her a passing glance to which she responded by grinning widely, showing her lengthening fangs. Was it intentional? Her claws were out as well. So far I have observed that as the moon continues to grow Enid is more prone to small shifts, i.e., growing her fangs and claws. Perhaps it is unconscious?

Another song came over the radio that I was quite familiar with. Struck with a sudden inspiration I set aside my book and rose from my bed. Enid seemed taken aback. I proceeded to display my own courting dance. I do not know why I felt compelled to mirror her behavior but it yielded some rather interesting results. Enid's pupils had dilated significantly. It had a very strong resemblance to that of a cat when it has spotted its prey. The thought of being Enid's prey-

The werewolf appeared content but restless as she watched. Apparently she was trying to restrain herself. However, it wasn't long before she joined in the dance. Her fangs were on full display as were her claws. It was a bewitching sight I must admit. At one point she grabbed my hand, which startled me at first. I instinctively withdrew but my action was not without consequence. It evidently wounded my werewolf Enid greatly, for her eyes told me all.

In an effort to rectify my mistake, and continue my research, I decided to claim Enid's hand with my own. The change in her disposition was instant. The light behind her cerulean eyes was like a burning pyre. It drew me in, likely as some sort of hunting tactic, as before I knew it the werewolf's other arm was around my waist, pulling me closer. Had she wanted to end my life then and there she surely could have. Those fangs would have easily been able to rend the flesh from my bone.

My internal thoughts were perhaps made public through my facial expressions as Enid grinned wider. A state of delusional merriment filled me as we continued our frivolous dance. This unfortunately did not go unnoticed. Enid decided to exclaim loudly the obvious 'Oh. My. God. You have dimples!' I was unaware that the movement of the skin over double zygomaticus major muscle was worthy of note. Our dance concluded just as the song did.

Enid released me, as I was no longer her prey, and she bounded back to her side of the dorm. She said she would have to add 'Psycho Killer' to her playlist. I assume this is because she wishes to have a way to placate me. As I have asserted before, I believe Enid has consciously or unconsciously considered me a member of her 'pack.' I shall have to research this matter further as I wish to be an adequate member of such a social group. Perhaps the only social group I would willingly partake in.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 4

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous 🌔

Enid was particularly boisterous today. I assume the increasing fullness of the moon is to blame. This must have caused her to desire an increased need for physical contact. I am unsure as to why though. Much of the day was spent begrudgingly placating her whims. I only acquiesced because it was less bothersome than her pouting.

Despite the physical contact of holding her hand, at her request, she continually brushed up against me. When I commented on this peculiar behavior the werewolf's face became flushed with color. Her response, in hushed tones, was that she was 'scenting' me. When I asked for clarification as to why and for what purpose she gave some vague incoherent rambling answer about werewolves being territorial, which may confirm one of my earlier hypotheses. I did not comment further on the behavior but it did decrease somewhat. I decided that it would be more productive if I educated myself on such matters independently. However, it was most difficult to find a moment of solace with Enid clinging to me like a particularly stubborn flea.

Increased aggression and resource guarding must also be another side effect of the waxing gibbous moon. Enid kept repeatedly growling at people who tried to approach our table at lunch. However, if this was indeed resource guarding, I find it odd that she let the vampire and siren join us. Perhaps she didn't feel threatened at losing her food because the vampire's diet differs from her own. That could explain her passive acceptance of the mosquito Tanaka. But why Portokalos too? Siren and werewolf diets overlap. So why was she accepted but not the others that passed by our vicinity? It remains unclear.

Several other werewolves, or 'furs' as Enid calls them, were also on edge today. Enid nearly got into a physical altercation with another werewolf that was trying to engage me in conversation. She looked simply stunning as she partially wolfed out and threatened the other werewolf with maiming if he continued conversing with me. There was much snarling and displays of intimidation. Eventually the other werewolf backed down. After that encounter Enid insisted I wear my snood for the rest of the day. I protested at first, explaining that I had no intention of returning to our dorm simply to acquire another piece of clothing. Besides, I have already made my stance known that I shall only wear the garment on special occasions. An unremarkable Thursday hardly qualified its use.

Enid was quick to explain that it would keep other 'furs' from bothering me. I considered her statement before ruefully agreeing that a decrease in social interaction would be rather enjoyable. Before I could rise from the table to retrieve the garment, Enid produced it from the contents of her backpack. My incredulity must have been apparent as Enid voiced an answer before I could ask. She said she brought it 'just in case.' She must have predicted the erratic behavior of her fellow kin. I was touched by such foresight by her on my behalf.

I decided to wear it, as it would have been foolish of me to pass up such an opportunity to be left alone in peace. I was both surprised and not that my snood now smelled strongly of Enid. It was in her bag after all. Admittedly the experience wasn't too unpleasant. Either the snood itself or Enid's strong scent did prevent any further interaction with other werewolves. I was most impressed by its efficacy. Enid seemed rather pleased with this outcome as well. I was given a wide berth by any subsequent werewolves as I walked the academy halls.

Unfortunately I forgot to remove my snood when I arrived at my mandated appointment with my therapist. Her eyes were drawn to it repeatedly before I voiced the reason for its appearance. Strangely enough she raised no comment before proceeding to ask about my journaling. I decided to share the briefest of snippets about my impromptu outing with Enid during the waxing crescent moon. She seemed oddly fixated on the maladies that afflicted me that day. She asked me to guess as to their origin.

I cited my lack of sustenance prior to the outing and the low Autumn temperatures. She asked me to explore the symptoms that couldn't be accounted for by obvious external variables. I posited that I could have contracted a mild virus, not uncommon this time of year. She seemed dissatisfied with my answer. I failed to see its relevance to our already irrelevant sessions. She asked about my relationship with Enid. I stated that we were roommates. She asked if that was all. I added that we are also friends. She repeated the question and I repeated my answer.

The rest of the session was as trivial as to be expected. However, at the end she gave me an additional assignment to my journaling; to document my physiological and emotional responses to interactions with my peers. An unusual request. I'm most certain she'll be dulled to a tortuous degree when I recount my lack of response to every student, teacher, and extraneous other I come in contact with between sessions.

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 10

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent 🌒

While the topic of packmates was brought up and it was confirmed that we are indeed packmates, Enid and I have yet to define it's parameters. I plan to discuss the matter with her prior to her accompanying me to my appointment. I shall have to remember to record our agreed upon definition upon my return as I have found my current affliction to cause me to forget things, along with temporarily losing my ability to converse in English.

-YourFavoriteFruitBat is now livestreaming-

"What's up my LGBTs! And by that I mean Lycans, Gorgons, Babes, and Transylvanian Transplants! Today I'm here with an update on Nevermore's hottest slowburn of the century: Wenid Watch! But seriously guys, we need to come up with a better ship name than that. Moving on! What's new with everyone's favorite golden retriever good girl and bad tempered black cat? Let's find out!"

"And while we're on the hunt for our clueless couple, our would-be werelovers, let's check in with chat. Scales_of_Sapphire says 'You're going to get a stake to the heart.' Hey, that's the price of journalism baby. Ston3dGaz3r says 'That's my ex' frowny face. Oof sorry Ajax but the people want what the people want! And it looks like we have time for one more-! Oh shit, my girl just texted me. Give me one minute chat… DIV! You can't send me these kind of pics during a livestream!"

"Chat if only you knew the kind of tail I was getting. Let's just say this fruit bat has a thing for sashimi if you know what I mean. Wait, hold on chat, I think we've spotted one half of our hapless duo. There she is, the one black cat you certainly don't want crossing your path, Wednesday Addams. What's she up to? Let's sneak over while still maintaining a safe distance. Goth girls like these could go off at any moment without the slightest warning and- Shit! Sorry! Almost didn't see you there Enid!"

"What are you doing Yoko?"

"Just showing the lovely people of Nevermore the latest drama around the quad. Isn't that right chat?"

"How do you have so many viewers right now?"

"Ah, well, you know how everyone loves the latest gossip."

"What gossip? Wait. Oh my god-! Did Cario and CC get back together?"

"Girl, who-? Nevermind. Hey, I saw Wednesday sulking off in the corner over-"

"Oh, she's not sulking. She's just waiting for her mate."

"…Her WHAT? Enid! Get back here! Chat, you heard that too, right? What in the-?"

"Hey Willa."

"Enid."

"Oh my god. Chat, are you seeing this!? Did these two actually find a map to navigate themselves out of denial? I don't believe it. I've got to get closer."

"I hope that was an adequate enough greeting."

"More than adequate, silly."

"I see. Dos besos. I shall commit it to memory."

"So what did you want to talk about? Don't you have your appointment soon?"

"Sí, I mean yes, that is precisely why I must discuss this with you. It was my assigned homework and I do not wish to return with it incomplete."

"Okay, so what's up?"

"Our… relationship. I must request your assistance in defining it."

"Oh!"

"What is it that you require of me?"

"Require of you?"

"Yes, what duties shall I be expected to complete?"

"Willa, I don't… I'm not expecting you to do anything other than being yourself. That's what I like most about you."

"…"

"…You want a checklist, don't you?"

"That would be greatly appreciated, yes."

"Okay, well, um, what do you think you need to do in our relationship? Maybe we could go from there?"

"Ah, yes, I assume that is as good a starting point as any. I believe I have a duty to protect you to the best of my abilities."

"Okay and?"

"And I should bring you sustenance, seeing as you have for me."

"Fair."

"And I shall continue to demonstrate my hunting prowess, perhaps with prey larger than the current ones I have been offering."

"Wait, you've been hunting?"

"Yes, I- Have the spiders really been so unsatisfactory?"

"That's why you've been bringing me spiders!?"

"I- I apologize if their size has been too meager, if you do not even consider them prey. I can-"

"Willa, I'm going to stop you right there."

"Yes, of course."

"Okay, so we don't have time to unpack all of that. Maybe that's something you can do at therapy today. Anyway! Wednes, why do you think you need to hunt for me?"

"I… Lo siento- I am deeply sorry for offending you, mi loba- Enid. I understand that you are perfectly capable of hunting greater prey than the pittance I foolishly deemed fit to bring you."

"Willa…"

"How may I make up for this egregious error on my part?"

"You don't."

"Pardon?"

"Wednes, you didn't make a mistake. I mean, you did, but not in a thoughtless or mean way."

"But I have incorrectly assumed-"

"Yeah, you tend to do that a lot without checking."

"Please, help me understand my misstep. I want to know exactly where my misplaced presumption lies so that I do not make it again."

"Okay so, uh, let's see… First of all, you don't have to hunt for me. And not because I think you're bad at it or because the 'prey' isn't big enough because, holy shit Willa, some of those spiders were massive! But that's not the point. I don't need you to hunt for me because I don't need it. I don't hunt."

"But the night of the Hunter's Moon-"

"That was like, uncontrollable instinct. I don't hunt. I don't need to. Everything I need I can just get here."

"I see."

"But I think that it was a very sweet gesture, you hunting for me and everything."

"Than I shall-"

"No more spiders! Willa, please, if you have to hunt for anything please let it be like chocolate or steak tartar or cute plushies."

"Noted. I find it fascinating that you are able to consume chocolate despite your canis lupus genetics."

"Yeah, well, I can't have as much of it the closer it gets to the full moon or I get really bad tummy aches."

"I shall keep that in mind, mon loup."

"Hey Willa? Can I ask you something?"

"But of course."

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Speaking in different languages when you get flustered?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"No, no! Don't get upset! I think it's really cute!"

"Muy linda! Me insultas! Qué he hecho para merecer esto?"

"Willa I have no idea what you're saying but you look adorable."

"Adorable? Je suis tellement en colère que je ne peux même pas parler!"

"Aw, Wednes."

"Cosa fai? Liberami, lupa crudele!"

"Let's get you to your appointment, πουλάκι μο."

"…?"

"Wait."

"…!"

"You don't know Greek?"

"…"

"Really?"

"…"

"Well, maybe I could teach you some Greek words on the way and maybe you could teach me some words in… whatever language you slip into the most?"

"…I find your terms agreeable, mia lupa."

"Holy shit chat! Did you catch all of that? Wait, what do you mean I'm muted? Fuuuuuck!"

-YourFavoriteFruitBat has ended the livestream-

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 6

Current Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous 🌖

Enid was most apologetic following the events of the Hunter's Moon. I was dismissive of her apologies as I explained countless times it was my own fault which caused the misadventure of that evening. Either way, Enid was determined not to leave my side for any extended period of time without informing me of her whereabouts and time frame for returning. This eased my guilty conscience and irrational fear of her suddenly disappearing. I find it most irksome that I will likely have much to discuss with my therapist at our next meeting.

Yet again I find myself getting off topic. The waning gibbous moon, with its close proximity to the full moon and comparative fullness to the waxing gibbous moon, has had an interesting effect on my werewolf subject: resource sharing. Enid has taken it upon herself to fetch sustenance for me with or without my request. Could this be a concomitant of the Hunter's Moon? Perhaps she wishes to ensure that the members of her pack are well fed. However, if this is indeed the case, then I appear to be the only member of her pack as of present; for she did not fetch food for anyone else as to my knowledge.

Regardless of the reasoning I thanked Enid each time she brought me sustenance. This seemed to delight her most greatly as her face lit up every time I did. Her smile-

During an instance in which Enid was not at my side I slipped away to the library to conduct research on 'scenting' and other such werewolf mannerisms. If I am to be a pack member I feel that I must be informed. From what I gathered 'scenting' is used to denote territory, possession, and a sort of kinship among werewolves. I use the term 'kinship' loosely as I found a significant lack of information surrounding the 'scenting' of peers. The only literature available indicated that werewolves 'scent' close partners or mates.

I can only assume that other publications go more in depth on this subject and include the act of 'scenting' to extend to family and pack members. I shall have to observe Enid closely during the next Family Weekend to confirm my hypothesis. In the meantime I may consider reciprocating 'scenting' to affirm our bond as packmates. Perhaps I should also consider demonstrating my hunting prowess and bring Enid a token of my gratitude for the deceased squirrel she gifted me the night of the Hunter's Moon. Speaking of which, I shall have to remember to stop by Uriah's Heap to check on its taxidermy progress.

Dear Diary,

I feel terrible! 😣 Willa has been an anxious mess since I escaped the Lupin Cages during the last full moon. I never meant to hurt her. 😥 I keep trying to apologize but she just won't hear it. She keeps blaming herself. I'm trying my best to make it up to her. I've been letting her know where I'm going and when I'll be back. I think that's helped?

I still feel the urge to hunt but at least that instinct can be managed by 'hunting' down snacks at the cafeteria. 😋 I've been giving these snacks to Willa. She seems to really like them. She gets this cute little embarrassed look on her face and says thank you - but of course in her own very Wednesday-like way of 'Your acquisition of sustenance on my behalf to ensure my continued survival is greatly appreciated.' Willa. Babycakes. A simple 'thank you' is enough. 😅 I swear I've seen her blush a few times too!

Anyway, I think I want to take her out somewhere nice and creepy to apologize for making her cry. 😥 I was thinking of like a cemetery or something but then I remembered Tyler 😡 took her to one on a 'date' once. My claws itch just thinking about him. I swear to god if he ever goes near my Willa again- Sorry about the ripped pages Diary, I kinda wolfed out for a moment.

Thing recommended going to a play at the local theatre in Jericho. They're putting on "Macbeth." I think Willa would like that. Speaking of things Willa likes… I think she's flirting back? I don't know! 😖 She brought me a dead spider in a box. 😳 What does that mean? She said she was 'returning the gesture.' I think she was talking about the dead squirrel I brought her? (Which important side note - I don't know what she's done with the squirrel. 😰 I can't smell it in our dorm room anyway. Hopefully she tossed it. I don't know what I was thinking. It was all wolf brain.)

Um also! I know I've joked about Wednesday acting like a grumpy cat but she's starting to act like one more literally. 🙀 She's been, um, rubbing up against me. I'm not going to lie - it's cute as hell and I just can't! 😫 It gets me too worked up and I just start wolfing out and I want to squeeze her! I feel bad because I can't help but start scenting her aggressively after. At least she seems to tolerate it. I am so sorry Willa! 😭 Please don't bring me more spiders!

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 8

Current Moon Phase: Waning Crescent 🌘

I decided it was time to broach the subject of being packmates with Enid but fate evidently had other plans. My plan was to wait for Enid to wake, accompany her (as per usual) down to the cafeteria, and discuss the topic over breakfast. However, upon waking I discovered that Enid wasn't present. Instead I found a note tied around the neck of a stuffed animal. The stuffed animal, a small wolf to be exact, had been tucked into my bed next to me. The message informed me that the werewolf was attending one of the numerous extracurricular activities she is involved in. She would be gone for most of the morning but promised to return before noon with a 'special treat' for me.

I was admittedly forlorn at her absence. My daily routine typically includes watching over Enid until she awakens - purely for academic reasons of course, as much can be learned from observing a sleeping werewolf. In my time observing her slumber I have noticed her 'wolf out' or shift unintentional in minor ways; growing claws, lengthening fangs, increased body hair, slight extensions of limbs, etc. I can only assume these are akin to talking or walking in one's sleep. Enid is oftentimes growling while she shifts, I assume in response to any dreams or nightmares she may be experiencing. The sound sends the most marvelous shivers down my spine, not to mention how prepossessing she looks during her slumber.

With my plans dashed I decided upon my next course of action. Enid's note indicated she would be bringing me a treat (likely sustenance of some sort) and I wished to return the favor. I considered hunting down another spider but unfortunately I appear to have decimated the entire population that once lived in our dorm. Somewhat disappointed, I contemplated an adequate alternative as I headed down to the cafeteria.

Unsurprisingly I was ambushed by the troublesome bloodsucker Tanaka while I attempted to enjoy my breakfast in solitude. She asked as to Enid's whereabouts, quipping that we must have had a spat if I was off 'sulking' on my own. I corrected her vexatious assumptions by stating Enid was attending to one of her countless extracurriculars and she was, in fact, not upset with me as she would be bringing me a gift upon her return. The vampire appeared to be lost in thought after my answer (However, that would be operating under the erroneous presupposition that the irritating leech was capable of thought). She then asked if I had anything in mind that I wanted to give Enid in return.

I considered her question before erroneously assuming it would be inconsequential to inform her. I shared my thoughts about catching another spider for her. Unfortunately, the two sirens, Portokalos and Barklay, happened to be passing by as they heard my proposal. They joined my table without invitation and began questioning me at once. The vampire quickly explained my current quandary. I did not care for their responses 'of fucking course.' I do not understand their frequent use of the expletive as a superfluous word but I digress. Their looks of incredulity made me question my would-be bestowal. Was a spider really such a common gift? Their expressions appeared to indicate such.

Against my better judgment I invited their recommendations on gifts for Enid. Portokalos suggested a stuffed animal, Tanaka an illicit substance, and Barclay a handmade gift. Of all the terrible propositions, Barclay's seemed the most acceptable. I voiced this opinion. Barclay added the stipulation that 'if you have to go with something weird, go with kooky rather than spooky.' While I did not ask for any further input they began discussing the matter amongst themselves as to what I should make for Enid. I found it most irksome and made to leave but they joined me, continuing their conversation. As I wandered the halls they proceeded to pester me with their dreadful ideas.

I decided to head for the library, in that if they insisted on following me they would at least have to quiet down. It was only somewhat successful. A proposal was made that I should write Enid a poem. The idea was tempting, until they began to squabble about the type of poem it should be; haiku, limerick, or free verse. I personally had a preference towards a sonnet but I felt that a haiku would be adequate.

Moonlight, blonde, pink, blue,

Your howls disrupt my slumber,

Simple, joyous wolf

Apparently my haiku was the cause of much merriment among my unwanted companions. I did not care for their criticisms. As I prepared to leave I was joined by evermore undesired company; the siren Kent Portokalos and a certain dimwitted and detestably wretched gorgon. The bothersome mosquito informed them of my predicament. Apparently Nevermore students love nothing more than to stick their noses into the business of others.

In an attempt to escape the mass of meddlesome busybodies I headed for the hives. The swarms of bees unfortunately did not dissuade them from following. Eugene appeared startled and most perplexed at the invading crowd. I made to inform him of my plight but once again the bloodsucker felt the need to expose my personal matters. Eugene seemed both surprised and not at my dilemma. He was most generous in offering a jar of recently harvested honey. The jury behind me evidently could not come to a consensus as to whether this gift was suitable. Ignoring their persistent and unsolicited advice I pocketed the honey and continued on my ever maddening quest.

It was not long before a mob soon amassed and began tormenting me with a barrage of never ending suggestions. Evidently I have been woefully unaware how invested the students of the academy were with my trivial pursuit of appeasing Enid with a simple offering. I was left with no option but to make a hasty retreat back to my dorm room.

Once I returned I began to pace as I tried to come up with a suitable gift to bestow upon my werewolf. I rewrote my poem but I felt that it alone wasn't enough. I considered expressing my gratitude through a painting. However, I lacked the necessary materials and was not keen on leaving the quiet sanctuary of my dorm. I noticed Enid's crafting supplies out of the corner of my eye. An idea came to mind as I glanced between it and the stuffed animal still sitting in my bed. While I lack the knowledge of knitting and crocheting, I at least know the basics when it comes to sewing (Albeit from stitching up superficial wounds but I believed the same principles would apply).

With a clear vision in mind I set to work. However, it soon became clear that while there was indeed an overlap when it came to stitching, it did not make up for my lack of stuffed animal design skills. I have never constructed such a soft sculpture before and the task was more difficult than anticipated. Panic soon gripped me as I glanced between my unfinished work and the time. I had but an hour left before her return. I tried my best to ignore it and press on.

Without my awareness, many hours had soon passed and all I had to show for it was a crudely made amorphous dragon. Thoroughly disappointed in myself I checked the time once again. I was alarmed to see how late it had gotten. I was even more so worried that Enid had not returned. Her note had clearly stated that she would return prior to noon. It was well past noon and yet she was still absent. I spun around in my chair as I heard the door to our dorm open. The relief I felt was immeasurable as the boisterous werewolf blithely bounced in.

I scrambled to my feet and hurriedly gathered the fruits of my labor. She glided over without a care in the world and informed me that her activities had run longer than expected and she was most apologetic for being late. She placed what smelled like a latte with four shots of espresso onto my desk.

For some unknown reason my mind became blank. I unceremoniously shoved my gifts for Enid into her arms and blurted 'for you' - except I couldn't seem to recall the words in English. Enid was blinking slowly in obvious confusion as she tried to process my unusual behavior. She echoed back my words 'para ti?' I tried once again. 'Lo hice para ti.' I had said and pointed. Enid looked down at my poor attempt at a thoughtful gesture. For a painfully long moment there was silence. She looked at each item in turn, the poem, the jar of honey, and the lumpy dragon.

When I saw tears begin to form in her eyes I felt wretched. My pittance of a gift had obviously offended her greatly, or so it seemed at the moment. Before I could apologize I felt Enid's lips press against my cheek…

I had many thoughts and yet no thoughts at all. Enid pulled back and thanked me for the 'wonderful gifts.' I had no words yet I seemed to have mumbled something, I believe in Italian this time. My grasp of the English language was eluding me for some unknown reason. I returned to my bed, in the hope that sleep would return me to my senses. To expedite my slumber I buried myself under the weight of numerous blankets.

Dear Diary,

You will not believe what happened today! I think Willa tried to ask me out? 😳 When I got back from my yearbook committee meeting she gave me a bunch of stuff and said something in another language. (I think it was Spanish?) Anyway, she gave me like this little jar of honey, a beautiful poem, and the cutest derpy dragon I've ever seen (I think she made it herself 😲) I've taped in the poem she wrote.

Golden fur a glow,

Moonlit nights, a wolf's embrace,

Blonde, wild, untamed grace

Oh. My. God! It was so romantic! It was so sweet and I thought I was going to cry! 😭 Willa looked so adorably nervous too! And then I, um, kissed her on the cheek 😖 I don't know what I was thinking! Am I moving too fast? I think I must be because after the kiss Willa mumbled something, ran back to her bed and hid under the covers the rest of the day. Diary what should I do?

[wholesomefluffdaddy]

Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 5

Current Moon Phase: Full Moon / Hunter's Moon 🌕

I am at a loss for words and yet I must record my findings. I… made a mistake.

The day of the full moon was as typical as can be expected. Enid requested to sleep in my bed the night before. I acquiesced. This has become a common occurrence on the evening before the full moon. She says she finds herself too restless to sleep and that a close proximity to me provides her with some sort of comfort. I admit that I find the arrangement to be mutually beneficial. Enid is able to rest and I find that my own slumber is deeper and darker. I get to awaken with the feeling of sharp deadly claws gripping me close, beautiful long fangs inches from my neck, and the melodiously threatening snarls and growls of an apex predator in my ear.

My body's reaction to such tantalizingly imminent danger is rather contradictory. At first I feel heart palpitations, likely from a rush of adrenaline. Second, I feel my whole body's temperature rise, which is unexpected. If it was truly fear then the heat increase should be contained to my head and torso, not the whole body. Third, I feel my mind become hazy. This is quite the opposite of how it has been in the past. I usually find myself to become sharper under life threatening situations, not duller. It is as if my body enters fight or flight but also accepts an inevitable death. Death at the hands of my partner friend roommate a werewolf is most befitting of an Addams. It would be an honorable death.

I seemed to have digressed. It was the evening when things became more eventful, as Enid spent most of the day cooped up in our dorm room. As the moonrise was fast approaching she made a predictable request; that I accompany her to the Lupin Cages. I do not see why she still believes the need to ask, it should be a given that will join her. My backpack was already prepared with the usual things.

We made our way down to the cages and selected the one at the far end as has become customary. As I made to follow Enid into the cage she held out a hand. She said she didn't want me to join her. I was perplexed. She said she didn't know if it was safe. I protested but she held firm. The cage was locked and I begrudgingly sat beside the bars as I pulled out my book and reading light. I made sure to shift my body away to allow Enid privacy as she disrobed. My eyes felt inexplicably drawn to the horizon as the moon rose.

Its progress seemed agonizingly slow. The sound of Enid's labored breathing was incredibly galling. Once the moon had fully arisen I waited for Enid's howl but it did not come. Instead I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I turned around to see the werewolf panting heavily. I stuck my hand through the bars and Enid brushed up against it in apparent gratitude.

Several howls soon erupted around us, which made Enid raise her hackles. I tried to focus on my book as Enid began pacing. Occasionally I'd feel her fur as she tried to rub up against me through the bars. I was admittedly frustrated that she did not allow me inside the cage with her, as I was most certain I could soothe her disquiet. How wrong I was. The light from the moon was so bright that I eventually had no need for my reading light.

Enid grew increasingly more agitated as the moon rose higher and higher. She started growling, then pawing at the bars, before finally throwing herself at them. I heard similar sounds around me which indicated that Enid's kin were facing much the same affliction. I stashed my book away as I tried to pacify Enid. My words seemed unable to reach her as she tried desperately to free herself from the metal prison. It was deeply distressing to witness. I felt a sense of helplessness that drove me to a foolish and selfish act.

I unlocked the door to the cage. My intention was only so that I could enter to calm her. However, as soon as Enid heard the click of the lock she rammed herself against the door, bowling me over, before sprinting off into the woods. I cursed most vehemently at my own stupidity. I made to follow but it was quite clear, with my short stature, that I would not be able to catch up to a werewolf that had been driven mad by the moon.

This did not mean I was about to give up my pursuit. Enid had entrusted me with her wellbeing while her mind was in such an altered state. I would not fail her. Though it was my failure in the first place that led to such a predicament. As I ran I found that my vision had become blurry. Perhaps it was the low light, pollen, or rush of air as I ran that caused the physical irritation my eyes were experiencing. I had to wipe away the continuous buildup of excess fluid obscuring my vision.

When I could run no more and I lost the trail I began calling out Enid's name. My efforts were for not as Enid was clearly too far gone, whether physically or mentally. My own ineptitude weighed heavily upon me, so much so that it brought me to my knees. I did not give up, for I could not give up. I continued calling Enid's name until my voice was hoarse. I forced myself back to my feet as I searched the ground for the werewolf's trail. I do not know for how long I wandered those accursed woods. My perception of time was no doubt altered by my distressed mental state.

As my voice was almost dead upon my lips as my vocal cords threatened to give out I heard something crashing through the underbrush towards me. My relief and anguish was unbearable as my werewolf returned to me. Her eyes were wide as they landed upon what I'm sure was a most disgraceful sight. I pounded my fists against the solid mass of fur and muscle before me. I cursed and ranted with what little voice I had left. I was silenced as a set of large fluffy arms pulled me into an almost bone crushing embrace.

I made to apologize most profusely for my own foolishness but my voice had finally abandoned me. I buried my face, out of shame, into her fur and clutched it tightly with both hands. I was not going to let the werewolf leave my sight again. I heard her soft whines but they were somewhat muffled. I felt a wet nose press to my cheek as it began sniffing me over. Once she had finished her inspection of my piteous state she began moving, carrying me with in her large arms.

I do not know when we arrived back at our dorm, only that it felt like mere minutes between being in the middle of the woods to being deposited back onto my bed. I rubbed my eyes to clear them and discovered the source of that evening's madness. Enid gently placed a dead squirrel into my hands. I looked at it and then at the seemingly anxious werewolf. My voice was hardly more than a whisper as I thanked her for the gift. Of course she was driven to hunt on the Hunter's Moon. How gormless was I not to realize it? My words had only just escaped my lips when a large tongue enveloped my face.

I tried in vain to push the overgrown mutt away but she was persistent in drenching my face with her slobber. The springs of my bed creaked loudly as the werewolf crawled onto my bed and took me once again in her arms. The wind was squeezed out of my lungs as she proceeded to lay atop me after the onslaught of licks. Being crushed to death by a werewolf was an acceptable punishment for my own witlessness. Either from exhaustion or the lack of oxygen in my lungs, I soon lost consciousness.

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 1

Current moon phase: New Moon 🌑

Enid was observed in the courtyard conversing with the insipid vampire Yoko Tanaka and the siren Divina Portokalos. She appeared to be engaged in some jestful mockery of the vampire by sticking two straws under her upper lip in a crude imitation of fangs. She then attempted to imbibe soup with her prosthetic 'fangs'. Her failure to observe the obviously high temperature of the steaming liquid led to an expulsion of said liquid across the table. Inspection of her tongue and the roof of her mouth indicated mild burns and irritation. I was forced to relinquish my ice water in order to treat her idiotic self-inflicted superficial injury.

Unusual behavior occurred shortly after as she proceeded to initiate unprovoked physical contact. I observed her claws lengthening, possibly involuntarily, while her hand was in contact with mine. I find this strange as I assume that the fullness of the moon would influence such behaviors and yet it is presently the New Moon. I must remember to take into account that since her 'wolf out' she has had increased control over how she shifts. Perhaps the action was voluntary. However, if that was the case, what was it for? Was she trying to remind me in some small visual way of her supernaturally fast healing? Or maybe she took offense to me treating her injury and thus grew her claws to remind me that she is a most fearsome and breathtakingly beautiful beast?Werewolf?

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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CW: Sexual arousal (nothing too explicit)

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Entry 11

Current Moon Phase: First Quarter 🌓

Enid has agreed to share some of her experiences on to how the different phases of the moon affect her. Had I known sooner that all I need do was ask - I digress. Enid explained how her canis lupus senses heighten as the moon waxes. I asked for her to elaborate further and provide examples; She decided to provide a demonstration.

As we sat upon her bed she suddenly sprung upon me and pinned me down. After the initial shock of the ambush subsided I calmly demanded an explanation and asked if she wished to be turned into a wolf skin rug. My threat was evidently ineffective, for she had a smug look about her. She informed me that she could 'smell' my mood and my bluff. I felt rather indignant at the accusation that I would make such an idle threat. She appeared not to take me seriously, for she rolled her eyes and did not release me.

I contested her assumption. She raised her eyebrows and leaned closer. I suddenly became aware that I was experiencing heart palpitations. She posited the query that if I didn't enjoy the current position; why had I continued to allow it? I was temporarily at a loss for words, perhaps because my mind was too preoccupied with the werewolf's lips, which I knew concealed a set of deadly fangs that could tear me to pieces. I begrudgingly had to admit I did not mind the physical arrangement. She asked me to extrapolate. I did not, for she did not need to know how being in the clutches of a formidable creature such as herself excited me. My werewolf is evidently growing bolder now that we are mates packmates.

She moved closer, while still maintaining her grip on my wrists. I caught the scent of peppermint as her breath rolled across my skin. She proceeded to initiate a typical werewolf greeting, one I have become most accustomed to over the past few weeks. However, she seemed to have miscalculated her aim as her lips landed upon my own instead of my cheek, which has been customary. My body, clearly fearing for its life, began preparing for a grand escape. I was keenly aware of my increased body temperature and growing tension in my lower abdomen. Likely sensing my distress Enid asked if she could 'continue?' I nodded for I appeared to be temporarily struck dumb. She greeted me several more times. Her aim was as equally bad as the first.

The way her lips crashed against my own, like the waves of the sea against the shore- Not wishing to be rude, and also hoping to affirm our bond, I greeted her back. I realized I must not be too harsh on Enid for missing my cheek, as my aim fared no better. I accidentally set my lips upon hers several times. The feeling was not unpleasant. Her lips were soft and supple and had faint traces of artificial cherry flavoring. I felt her grip tightened on my wrists. She asked if she could 'try something?' I acquiesced. She parted her lips as she pressed them once again to mine. Subconsciously, I began to mirror her, parting them ever so slightly. I was both surprised and not as her tongue ventured past my lips. With her heightened senses I assume she wanted to check my health; No doubt since I have been experiencing spontaneous fits of madness. Her tongue was most thorough in its inspection of my mouth, though it appeared to primarily focus on my own tongue. It seemed she wanted to wrestle it for dominance. I allowed it, for I assume it to be part of werewolf culture and provide her with further information.

As I submit to her tongue a new symptom suddenly overcame me that I couldn't quite place; a heightened sensitivity in my pelvic region. Though I was not within the predicted range of beginning my next menstrual cycle I felt a certain dampness becoming present. Enid's subtle placement of her knee between the fork of my legs only exacerbated the symptom. The feeling was not unlike an itch, however, I knew not how to 'scratch' this new sensation.

Having completed her inspection Enid withdrew and continued to greet me on the cheek. Perhaps driven by some other instinct, or werewolf custom, her lips soon trailed down to my neck. What I can only surmise to be a silent scream attempted to escape my lips as the apex predator osculated along my jugular.

Enid pressed closer as I involuntarily arched my back. I closed my eyes so as to focus through my other senses. I could hear Enid begin to growl subtly as she devoured my neck. I gasped for air as I realized I was forgetting to breathe. I felt her fangs drag across my skin as she opened her mouth. I waited on tenterhooks for an inevitable bite. 'Willa?' She had stopped. 'Am I going to fast again?' I was perplexed at her query and opened my eyes to check. From my vantage point I was able to confirm that we had remained stationary upon her bed. 'What?' I asked numbly. Her smile appeared nervous as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

'I just wanted to check because you seem like really conflicted or confused about something.' She stated. I blinked in surprise. Could she smell such a thing? Or perhaps taste it? (Would it be the levels of noradrenaline? Acetylcholine?) That aside, what would I possibly be confused about? As I pondered this she softly caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes at her touch, but for why, I do not know. It was obvious that I needed to keep my eyes open and fixed upon such a potentially dangerous creature. As I forced myself to open them an overwhelming pang of yearning suddenly gripped my chest as I was captured in the werewolf's cerulean gaze. I do not know for what I yearned, but it spread through my entirety, like a burning poison that set my senses ablaze.

The unexplainable madness had once again hijacked my body. My hand, under its volition, took Enid's and pressed it to my lips. The werewolf's eyes widened and color flushed her face. I tried in desperation to voice that I was not in control but the words that left my lips were 'I need something.' The increased heat radiating off the werewolf was quite noticeable. 'You need…?' For whatever reason her eyes trailed south. 'Oh!' She exclaimed quietly as her eyes darted back to mine. 'W-what do you need?' Her voice was somewhat timorous. I was flummoxed at my own question. What did the madness crave? 'I don't know.' Was my dissatisfying answer. The werewolf looked nonplussed. Finding her voice she asked 'Do you want me to-?' She made a foreign gesture with her hands. I furrowed my brow in response. 'You're horny, right?' She whispered the second word. My insanity was apparently contagious. 'I do not possess horns nor do I feel as if I am being prodded by any.'

Enid stared at me with her mouth agape. 'Willa, have you-? Have you never been horny before?' 'What?' I responded. Enid ran a hand through her hair. 'Have you ever had a certain, um, 'amorous' feeling before?' She asked with hesitation and possible embarrassment. 'What do you mean a 'certain amorous feeling'?' I requested for further clarification. 'You know, uh… When you feel- When your body feels 'hot' down there.' She seemed to be struggling with how best to phrase her explanation. She pointed downwards, toward my pelvic region. 'It feels tense and damp.' I stated. 'And yet I am not due to start my menstrual cycle for at least another two weeks or so and I don't appear to be incontinent.' More blood appeared to rush to the werewolf's face. In apparent self consciousness she covered it. 'Wednesday! You can't do this to me right now!' She exclaimed behind her hands.

'Do what? I have done nothing.' I frowned at her. 'Wednesday Addams!' She said sternly as she lowered her hands. I swallowed at the sudden change in her tone. I also observed that she had pinned my wrists down once more. Her lips captured mine and her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. I allowed it without question. Clearly she needed answers that I couldn't provide in my current mental state. An unfamiliar sound rose up inside me as she pressed her knee more firmly between my legs. I struggled to escape her grasp and she released my wrists at once. She drew back, watching me closely. I was not done greeting her and pulled her back in.

The madness was evidently satiated by maintaining a physical closeness with my packmate. Out of curiosity I slipped my tongue past her lips. While I lack the canis lupus genes I still wondered if I could collect any information from the inside of her mouth. Enid allowed its exploration and decided to do some exploration of her own. I felt her hands trail along the sides of my body. For whatever reason the madness rejoiced at the contact and demanded more. I felt myself grip Enid tighter in an attempt to appease it. After a moment or two the werewolf had apparently finished greeting me and pulled away.

I was left panting for some reason, and my body screamed in protest at being separated from the werewolf. I tried to pull her back but she withdrew from my touch. 'Willa, as much as I want to continue, and I really want to continue, I can't.' She said seriously. 'Not while you don't know what 'that' is.' She gestured to my lower half. 'I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you.' I propped myself up and to my horror found that the dampness between my legs had grown exponentially. 'I shall see a doctor at once.' I informed her as I carefully climbed off her bed.

'Call your therapist.' She said bluntly before laying back down and covering her face with a pillow. 'Yes, of course, cara mia.' I froze as I realized what jeopardous words had been born from my lips. I quickly covered them to prevent any more folly. '…What was that?' Enid had begun to ask as she lowered the pillow. I fled the room.

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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Entry 7

Current Moon Phase: Third Quarter 🌗

Enid accompanied me on my way to my therapy session. She stopped outside the door and said she would wait for me. I told her there was no need but she insisted. She then gave a cryptic statement about having something for us to do after. I would have questioned her further but I did not wish to be late. Just as I was about to grab the door handle she pulled me into an unexpected embrace. Admittedly my mind went blank for a moment. This is understandable as I was in the clutches of a quite formidable werewolf.

Just as soon as the embrace began it ended. In my dazed state I mumbled something incoherently before quickly entering. I cannot recall what I said, for I was clearly in a state of fight or flight. I sometimes foolishly forget that my subject of study is an unpredictable apex predator. Had we not been packmates I am most certain she could have mauled me on the spot. That is not to say I wouldn’t have put up a fight, merely that my complacency could easily lead to my undoing.

I was too lost in thought from the unprompted pseudo attack to realize my therapist was waiting for me in the foyer. She asked if I was ‘okay’ and said that I looked ‘panicked.’ I took a moment to regain my composure before assuring her that I was perfectly fine and that I had just survived a sudden ambush from a werewolf. She nodded her head towards the window and asked ‘is that the werewolf?’ I turned around to see Enid waving from the other side. I closed the curtains with haste and made a disapproving remark about her irresponsibly lackadaisical attitude towards her clients’ confidentiality.

She asked if I wanted to invite my ‘friend’ to sit inside to wait for me. My immediate response was ‘no’ but I was once again gripped by the irrational fear of Enid suddenly disappearing. I changed my answer before peeking back through the window. Enid was casually pacing back and forth, likely on guard. I opened the door and extended the offer. She took it up at once, I assume because she could protect her packmate with greater efficacy by being inside the same building. She found a seat and promptly sat down. Pleasantries were exchanged and soon we retreated into the other room while Enid stayed in the foyer.

I inquired as to how well the room in which we conducted our sessions was soundproofed. After I received her assurance I dove into the matter that had been eating away at my sanity for the past two weeks. She seemed surprised but did not interrupt my recollection of the night of the Hunter’s Moon. After I finished my story there was an extended pause. She seemed to be considering her answer, or lack thereof, for a time before she asked why I would be afraid of Enid leaving. What a foolish question. I was almost too incensed to speak. Her expression appeared neutral but I could tell she was most pleased by my strong reaction to such an impertinent question.

I could have ranted and raved for hours as to why Enid’s absence would distress me, not least of which that we were now packmates. She asked me to clarify what ‘packmates’ meant. It felt ridiculous to have to explain that Enid was a werewolf. Was she truly that inattentive or oblivious when I recounted the events of the Hunter’s Moon? I expounded as to how Enid and I were a pack. She asked how many were in our pack. I mentioned that as of present it is just the two of us. She asked if I wanted any more packmates. I said that it was not my decision but Enid’s. She asked how I’d feel if Enid added someone else to our pack.

I could not understand her erratic line of questioning. I came in with a clear problem and asked for a clear solution. Yet we were discussing this. I responded that I didn’t mind who Enid added as long as they were up to my standards and could truly protect Enid. She proceeded with her inane queries, asking who I thought would be a worthy packmate for Enid. I considered the question as I thought of the student population at the academy. I stated no one at present. She asked why I thought I was a good packmate for Enid.

I went on to elucidate my qualifications. She seemed to suddenly recall my whole purpose for being there and asked if I still thought I was a worthy packmate after the incident of the Hunter’s Moon. I was simply dumbfounded by the question. It took me some time to come up with my answer. I was ashamed but I owned up to my own idiocy. Perhaps I was not as meritorious. She asked why I thought Enid kept me as a packmate then. I was suddenly perplexed. Why did Enid decide to keep me as a packmate after my magnificent display of ineptitude that night?

I had no answer other than it was Enid’s choice. She posited that if Enid chose to keep me as a packmate, wouldn’t she also choose to come back if she disappeared? I begrudgingly had to admit her reasoning was logical and I did feel a slight ease in my tension. She suggested I talk to Enid about my fears and allow her to explain her actions to address it as a packmate. I argued that Enid didn’t owe me a solution to my own irrational problems. She posited another query; if Enid had a concern that involved me, would I not like to be informed of it so as to ease her mind? Once again I could find no fault in her logic.

There were but a few minutes left in the session when she asked one follow-up question from earlier. She wanted further clarity on whether being packmates with Enid made me view her as a sister or something else. I would have to go with the latter. I… care for Enid but not in a familial sense. It is best described as like a friend but also not. It is more complex and less easily defined. My ‘homework’ between sessions is to discuss with Enid my irrational fear of her disappearing and what it means for us to be packmates. I said I would consider it. She reminded me that I could call her at any time.

As I left the room and reentered the foyer I saw Enid sitting exactly where I left her. Her eyes lit up like that of a puppy’s as she got to her feet. I had been gone for an hour and yet her demeanor was as if I had been gone for days. For whatever reason I felt compelled to complete the first half of my assigned homework. I took her hands and forced myself to look straight into those cerulean eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat unexpectedly. Enid looked taken aback and a little nervous. I swallowed hard before stating the simple fact that I had developed an irrational and foolish fear of her leaving unexpectedly.

My eyes began to burn, likely from the cool dry air and dust. I blinked a few times as my body began to overcorrect for the dryness. Enid squeezed my hands in response before assuring me she wasn’t about to vanish. I restated that I knew my fear was asinine and unfounded. She shook her head before asking why I didn’t tell her sooner. I repeated my previous answer. I was once again pulled into her arms in a tight vice-like grip. The pressure was admittedly soothing. I returned the gesture, out of common courtesy. There was so much warmth radiating off of her that I wondered how she did not overheat. She smelled of jasmine and vanilla…

She asked if I wanted to go back home to our dorm to talk more. The idea of opening up any further and sharing even more than I already had was overwhelming. I declined before reminding her that she had alluded to an activity after my session. The embrace broke and from within a jacket pocket Enid retrieved two tickets to the local community theatre’s production of “Macbeth.” I had no words but Enid didn’t seem to need them. I let her lead me by the hand back out into the crisp Autumn air.

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Calamity-Amory Chapter 6: The Toughest Battle

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Working on 2 sequels atm

Got started on one sequel idea I had to Calamity-Amory and got struck with other idea after reading through the comments. I'll probably post once I finish the first 5 or 6 chapters of both.

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Wednesday's new court mandated therapist is having her keep a journal of her thoughts and feelings. Wednesday finds this to be a complete waste of time and decides instead to use it to record her observations of her unusual roommate Enid Sinclair. Wednesday POV.

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At the behest of my newest court mandated therapist I am to keep a journal of my mundane daily activities. She believes this frivolous and time wasting activity will 'allow me to gain new perspective and be more reflective.' I find this to be merely tedious busywork.

At first I assumed this to be a lazy invasion of privacy. A way for me to do her work for her. Presumably she would assume to find heartfelt confessions of a confused and addled youth. Yet I have been informed that even that is expecting too much. She says she does not even intend to read it. I do not see what would stop me from simply falsifying the activity in question save for the fact that she wishes me to choose some day at random to share a snippet from.

To see the depths of her indolent work ethic I decided to ask for clarification as to what she wishes for me to record. I should not have been surprised by her answer of 'anything that stuck out to you that day or made it special.' I find nothing extraordinary out of my monotonous days at the academy. Not since the Hyde disappearance and end of the Cragstone bloodline. Each day is dreadfully predictable, dry, stale, and safe.

Well, except for the ongoing enigma that is my roommate Enid Sinclair. A case study really ought to be completed on her. There is no rhyme or reason to her madness and she continues to perplex me. I have therefore decided to conduct my own by recording her strange occurrences as part of my journaling assignment. For she is certainly the most unusual and unpredictable part of my day.

Before I begin my observations, I feel it relevant to provide some background information.

Enid Sinclair. Werewolf. Age: 18. Hair: Blonde with lurid pastel blues and pinks. Eyes: Cerulean. Height: 5 ft 6 in. Relationship Status: Single.

Family Bio: Enid Sinclair, one of five children. Youngest and only daughter of Esther and Murray Sinclair. Full werewolf. Until recently was unable to fully shift into wolf form or in her words 'wolf out.' This inability to 'wolf out' at an early age is the source of much strain between her and her mother Esther. The relationship has not improved since Enid's complete transformation under the Blood Moon. Her relationships with her father and brothers appear more amicable.

Out of purely academic curiosity I intend to study if there is any correlation of her strange behavior and the phases of the moon. Perhaps this shall provide greater insight to-