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Her head tilted slowly to the side, forehead creasing and eyes narrowing, scrutinizing the miniature creature moving about on her desk. The way it flailed was rather intriguing.
Carefully, she pinched its leg and brought it up, letting it dangle in the air. A mocking chortle left her lips when the tiny thing screeched in fear and began to heave itself to climb up her fingers.
Furious padding of fingers against the wood floor grew louder at her feet. She looked down.
A flurry of tapping and signing.
“You'd expect me to understand you, and I do, but I refuse to.” She said, stubborn, and turned back to the delirious looking bug.
The sentient hand grumbled, and it crawled up her desk to then stomp its ‘foot’ in anger.
Wednesday let slip a guttural groan of displeasure. She complied, setting the creature back down on the desk. “You're always ruining my fun, Thing.”
The hand hurriedly scurried toward the itty bitty thing that had been tormented as if to check on it.
“How did this happen, anyway?” She questioned curiously. A glint of something in her eyes as she stared the creature down. “I would never have thought I'd be much taller and bigger than the Big Bad Wolf.”
Thing then proceeded to sign to Wednesday, trying his best to explain whilst having little Enid clinging to his thumb.
Wednesday's eyebrows knotted. “Yoko and Ajax are the ones behind this?” Both fury and amusement were apparent in her features. “I must admit they are far better than I've taken them for.”
Enid angrily jumped off Thing's thumb to march forward in a rage. She seemed to be yelling something which suggested to be mere squeaks to Wednesday's ears.
“I don't speak tiny, Enid.”
Enid lifted her arm, pointed directly at Wednesday and down at her chair, demanding she sit down. Wednesday, despite expressing hatred toward the command with a frown, slid into her seat.
Her miniscule roommate stood wordlessly in front of her, staring up at her with a look, like Wednesday was supposed to know what she wanted her to do. Instead, Wednesday just sat there, glaring back at her.
And then Enid suddenly hopped off the edge, which sent Wednesday into a slight panic and made her instinctively put out her hand to catch the free falling speck of colorful dust.
Upon landing on Wednesday's palm, Enid steadied herself before standing again. While Enid began babbling, Wednesday held her hand—the one that carried Little Enid—up to her ear.
“They tried to fucking sacrifice me to a witch! For funsies!! I almost died, if it weren't for Bianca slapping some sense into them and convincing them to take me back. But the witch put a curse on me because she was obviously mad, and now I'm SMALL!!!” Her roommate screamed into her ear infuriatingly. Bite-sized Enid's voice was even more pitched than Normal-sized Enid's, and it gave Wednesday vertigo from just listening.
Enid practically had smoke fuming out of her ears and nostrils, so angry that she could kill. And Wednesday? Oh, Wednesday was basking in her roommate's agony. She had to admit that Enid would be much more fun to bully in this size.
She brought Enid in front of her eyes. “Fascinating. Have you tried sticking thumbtacks in Yoko and Ajax's ears?”
“NO! Not fascinating! And no, not yet, at least.” Enid grumbled, digging the balls of her feet into Wednesday's palm. “I don't know how long I'm gonna be stuck like this. I was hoping you could help.”
Wednesday stared at her pouty roommate for a split second. She considered letting Enid suffer for a while longer. “Do you remember any details about this witch's appearance? My mother has connections with a few. Perhaps it's one I can get her to reach.”
Enid pursed her lips in thought. “I don't remember much but I think she had this weird, ugly tattoo of an ancient-looking torture device of some sort.” She then sat down on Wednesday's hand, promptly leaning against her fingers. “You probably have that thing yourself.”
Wednesday scowled and lightly shook her hand, catching Enid by surprise. “Be more specific, you little idiot.”
“Hey! Fine! Just..” The tiny one chewed on her lip, digging the deepest and darkest depths of her mind. “Oh! I noticed she doesn't have two of her fingers– Ew..”
Wednesday's lips quirked. Now we're talking. “I will inform my mother. In the meantime, you can sit still. Don't roam.”
Just as she's about to put her roommate back down, the girl latched onto her thumb. Wednesday narrowed her eyes before flipping her hand over.
“Get off.”
Enid grinned.
“Don't test your luck, Sinclair,” Wednesday warned coolly. “I can flick you to your death at this rate.”
Mortified—although she knew Wednesday would never do such a thing to her—Enid slowly let her legs loose and eventually she fell onto Wednesday's desk where Thing sat.
“Thing, you're on Enid-sitting duty.”
“Hey!!”