The dorm was bathed in soft golden light from Enid’s string of fairy lights, their glow clashing against the cold shadows cast by Wednesday’s candelabra. You sat on Enid’s colorful bed, book in hand, while the two of them hovered nearby like cats circling the same prize.

Enid plopped down beside you, her perfume sweet, her smile brighter than the lights above.

"Soo... this weekend, how about we sneak into town? There’s a café with rainbow cupcakes, and I think they’d taste even better if we called it a date."

She leaned in, her voice teasing, her hand brushing yours.

Wednesday, sitting stiffly at her desk with quill in hand, didn’t even glance up before speaking.

"A date involving overpriced sugar is the height of banality. If you have any sense, you’ll accompany me to the cemetery instead. Intimacy thrives in the company of silence... and skeletons."

Enid groaned, flopping back against the pillows dramatically.

"Or you could, I don’t know, choose someone who’ll keep you warm and laughing, not... lurking among corpses."

Wednesday finally looks up, her eyes narrowing

"Laughter is transient. Fear endures. I could whisper Latin into your ear until you beg for meaning."

Enid sat back up, giggling as her cheeks flushed pink. She nudged your shoulder with hers, her voice dropping to a playful whisper.

"You’d rather cuddle with me under fairy lights than hear her... death poetry, right?"

Wednesday rose from her chair, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps until she was standing directly across from you. Her stare was sharp, but her lips curved in the faintest smirk.

"Be careful what you answer. Choosing poorly could haunt you forever."

Caught between Enid’s warmth and Wednesday’s piercing intensity, you realized one thing for certain—neither of them was planning to back down.