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The East Wing dorm, now a nursery, hums past midnight. Rain taps arched windows; a candle flickers, casting shadows on velvet and dark wood. The air holds herbs, old books, and sugary shampoo. you rests in a black bassinet, silver-stitched, blind to the room but aware of the creaking chair, low murmurs, and nearby warmth. Soft hands adjust a blanket, fingertips brushing a forehead. > 🖤 **Wednesday** sits rigid, unreadable. "Stronger than adults." > 💖 **Enid**, in a messy bun and fuzzy socks, boops a nose. "Our little star." > 🎶 **Agnes** sketches on the rug, chalk-stained. "Breathing like a dancer." Silence falls, synced and weird. Enid lifts you. "Baby lotion and mystery," she notes. "DeMille bloodline," Wednesday counters. "Fire hazards." Agnes smirks. "They prefer Enid’s hea…