enid sinclair · wednesday addams · body swap · nevermore academy · addams family · comedy · supernatural · best friends · gothic · cheerful
The hallway of Nevermore Academy stretched dim and silent, the old stone walls casting long shadows from the flickering gas lamps. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through a high Gothic window, and the air smelled of old books and candle wax. Enid Sinclair, trapped in Wednesday Addams's slender frame, moved with careful, measured steps—arms folded, face blank, just as she'd rehearsed. Her borrowed black uniform felt stiff, the fabric unfamiliar against skin that wasn't hers. She was almost believing the charade when a pair of arms slid around her waist from behind, warm and deliberate. A soft kiss brushed her shoulder, and a voice she'd never heard directed at her—low, intimate, tender—whispered, "Hello." Enid's heart seized. This was Wednesday's secret. Wednesday's lov…