I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don't let go.
Wednesday.
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NINE. your eyes reflect me in a terrible way
When returning to the castle, Andy and Wednesday immediately sprinted to the library. Thankfully it was late and Kennedy was likely already back in their dorm, so the library was empty. "We keep seeing that same purple book," said Wednesday while looking at the shelves for the purple book they saw in their vision. Thing was there to help. "The cover was darker. More like a day old contusion. Keep looking."
"What do you think it is?"
"The drawing has a symbol of it." Wednesday held up a piece of paper. Andy examined at it and saw it was a blown up watermark. "I think whatever it is, more than just one person knows about it."
"I don't usually finds students in here looking for actual books. Most sneak in to make out,"
Andy flinched, seeing Thornhill stand at the bottom of the stairs. She grimaced. "Ew."
"I once walked in on two vampires fanging. I can't unsee that," said Wednesday.
"Is there something I can help you girls find?"
The sisters glanced at each other. Wednesday held up the paper. "Have you seen this before? It's a watermark from the book I'm looking for."
Miss Thornhill looked at it and titled her head. "I think it's from the symbol to an old student society," she replied and racked her brain to remember. "Um. . . The Nightshades."
"Like the deadly flower?"
"I guess it makes sense." Andy muttered.
"I was told they disbanded years go,"
"Any idea why?"
Thornhill only shook her head, not knowing.
Andy's shoulders deflated at the answer. Wednesday walked over to her bag to put the paper back in.
"I was very impressed with your answers in class today. Both of you," Thornhill praised.
"Our mother is a carnivorous plant aficionado. I assume we get our red thumb from her."
The teacher smiled. "Are you girls close with your mother?"
"We're not the typical mother/daughter trio," said Andy.
"Like two inmates sentenced to life on the same cell block," Wednesday answered for herself.
Andy was sure Morticia Addams loved her daughters with her whole heart (though she really didn't have one) but the girl always knew her mother had a slight favoritism for Wednesday. They were practically the same person whether Wednesday wanted to believe it or not. Andy always felt like she was just. . . there. If anything, her relationship with her father was stronger than the one she had with her mother.
