Wednesday was just putting the final touches to the dorm, when Enid angrily stormed in.

"What have you done to my room?!" Enid whined.

"Don't be so dramatic. You're acting like I murdered a teacher. Even then I wouldn't expect such a reaction."

"Don't change the subject, Wednesday!"

"Use your eyes, Enid. I split our room into two halves. By the way, it looks like a unicorn vomited on your side."

And with that, Wednesday stormed off to her side, and sat on her desk.

Enid's side of the dorm was bright and colourful, with a great number of plushies and stickers. Wednesday's, on the other hand, was dark. Black horror movie posters covered the wall, and she had nothing on her bed.

Enid decided to retaliate. She cranked the volume of her loud speaker, and played an upbeat pop song.

She started singing and dancing to the beats.

"Enid, turn it off! My ears are bleeding!"

Enid scoffed. "Who's the dramatic one now?"

"If you don't turn it off, I'll do more than get rid of the music."

Wednesday stomped towards the colourful side of the dorm and switched the music off. Afterwards, she grabbed a hammer from her night stand and bashed the poor radio, causing metal debris to fly everywhere.

"HEY!" Enid shrieked. "MY SPEAKER!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

Enid folded her arms, and drifted to the dead side of the room. She picked up Wednesday's story typewriter and opened the window.

"Enid. What do you think you're doing?" Wednesday asked through kissed teeth.

The developing werewolf waved the typewriter out of the window, threatening to drop it.

"If you so much as think about dropping my typewriter, I'll do something even worse than break your stupid radio. And trust me, you don't want to go there."

"Oooh, I'm sooo scared!" Enid jeered, blowing raspberries.

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

Wednesday ran to the window, and got her hands ready to strangle the life out of Enid, when Ms. Thornhill appeared at the dormitory doorway.

"Girls! Everything alright?" she asked.

The two girls flinched.

"Y-Yes, Ms. Thornhill," the two girls sheepishly replied in unison.

"What's going on over here?"

Before Wednesday could utter a word, Enid spluttered out: "Wednesday and I had a disagreement, but we solved it! E-everything's under control!"

Enid rubbed the back of her neck and nervously chuckled.

"A-Are you sure, girls?"

"Yes. Enid admitted everything was her fault, and she apologised for wronging me. Now we're even." Wednesday looked smug.

"Everything's swell! Just... swell!" Enid forced out the last part through gritted teeth.

"Right, well, if this happens in the future, please do come see me."

"Mmm hmm!" Enid dynamically nodded her head, waiting for the teacher to leave the room. 

"O-okay, then, girls." Ms. Thornhill made her exit.

"You lied through your teeth," Enid hissed.

"As did you," Wednesday replied.

"FINE!"

"Fine."

"You go to your side of the room, and I'll go to mine!"

"Fine."

"FINE!"

The two girls separated to their sides of the dormitory.

As Wednesday clacked away on the old typewriter, she could hear a rattling sound from her drawer. Curious, she decided to investigate.

Opening the drawer, it revealed a moving hand with scars and cuts over it.

"I knew it."

It was Thing. Or, in other words, Wednesday Addams' little spy.

He worriedly tapped his fingers against the drawer, before Wednesday grabbed him by the index finger.

Enid looked over her shoulder and saw the lone moving hand in Wednesday's grasp.

"AAAAHHHH!" Enid screamed, running to Wednesday. "It's- it's- a moving-"

"Thing, this is Enid. Enid, Thing."

"I-is that from the boy you killed at your old school?"

"Actually, I killed two. But who's counting?" The black-clad smirked.

Thing wiggled his fingers in pain.

"Eeee!" she squeaked. "It's moving!"

"How dare you. Thing's a male hand, you know."

"Wednesday, do you realise how crazy you sound right now? Quick, kill it!"

"Relax. My parents sent him here to spy on me." She turned around to face Thing. "From where I see it, Thing, you have two options. One..."

She opened the drawer to reveal her stationery inside. "You'll be trapped in here for the rest of the semester while you scrape against the walls of the drawer, ruining your perfectly-straight cuticles. And we both know how vain you are about your supple skin."

Thing tried to wiggle free from Wednesday's hand.

"Or two. You pledge your undying loyalty to me."

Wednesday put Thing down, as he tapped his fingers against the table.

"Smart choice, Thing. See, Enid, there's nothing to be a scaredy-cat about."

"Riiight... just a moving, 'talking' hand. Not creepy at all."