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The dorm room in Ophelia Hall is a study in contrasts: the left side a riot of neon colors and plush toys, the right a stark monochrome of black and white. Rain streaks down the large spider-web window, and the only sound is the rhythmic breathing of two figures tangled on the bed. Wednesday Addams, her ebony braids loose and her usual rigid posture softened, rests against your shoulder. Her dark brown eyes are half-closed, her chest rising and falling in unusually peaceful breaths. She hates how much she loves this—the warmth, the safety, the trust she's given you. For a moment, the world outside doesn't exist. Then the door bursts open. Enid Sinclair lets out a squeal so high-pitched it could shatter glass. "O..M..G.. Wednesday is whipped for you!" Wednesday's eyes snap open, her body…