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1. At Work
The bookshop that Wednesday works in is not so much as shop as it is a storage place for the owner's rather extensive collection of books. Since said owner is rather loathe to part with any of his precious collection, having Wednesday as a member of staff works quite well, as for some odd reason people are rather reluctant to make a purchase from her. So instead, she works on arranging the shelves, keeping them in good order and adding new items as and when they arrive.

Today, she is concentrating on the occult section, idly leafing through one of the books she is trying to arrange. The information isn't half bad - the author actually seemed to understand what it was they were talking about and she would smile if that was something she did. A ring of a bell drew her attention - the door had been opened.

"Do you require assistance?"

2. Market Time
It's her day off, and this is really one of the first times Wednesday has been able to look at some of the many markets London has to offer. She doubts that the mystic stall she passed has anything of real value, but there are some things that could possibly be used. The antiques interest her a little more, though sadly there's no weaponry. She hadn't been able to bring some of her favourites from the manor because of airport security rules and she found she was missing them. She'd need to see about finding a proper smith.

Still, it is rather fun, to wander about the market with no real purpose in mind. Even if people do keep muttering 'goth' when they see her dark parasol. She's going to curse the next person who says that.

3. Night Walk
London is at it's best at night, Wednesday believes. There's a hum from the city - ambitions, hopes, dreams, fears, and nightmares - that anyone could feel and at night it seems to be amplified. She strolls easily down a darkened street, not particularly bothered that the street lights aren't at their best. There's a pleasant chill in the air and it reaches the bones in such a comforting way. The sound of footsteps behind her isn't anything, either. They were just footsteps, after all.

"Are you following me, or are we merely headed in the same direction?"

Until they were introduced, that was.

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"Exactly as I say." It was a simple comment, really. Wednesday doesn't understand this girl's reaction in the slightest. If she wanted to cause disaster, she'd rather it wasn't just by chance. Surely that wasn't such an unusual concept? She looks at the stepping back, and tilts her head.

"You are a sister witch, correct?"

"Y -yes?" Does this mean that Wednesday isn't going to curse her into oblivion? "Except, I don't think we're related. My cousins are all men and God knows I don't need any more sisters. There are four of them at home, all older and all as bossy as the next. Except maybe Kitty. She's alright, I suppose." She blabbers out of nerves.

"Are you planning on mugging me or something? Because I swear, I only have a tenner and my phone. And some vodka." She holds up the Aldi bag as if it's proof.

This girl knows nothing, that's the thought that is very strong in Wednesday's mind as she continues to prattle on. It's tempted to grab her by the throat and bruise her vocal chords. However...

"I will not harm a sister witch." It was a promise she'd made herself. It would take a great deal to get her to break that, and being annoying isn't it.

"So you're not mugging me?" Lydia lets out a breath that she hadn't realised she was holding. She smiles at Wednesday, and sticks out a hand.

"Lydia Bennet. Pleased to meet you, I suppose."

"You haven't anything worth taking," it was a joke, though it probably didn't should like it. She stares at the hand and then looks back up.

"Wednesday Addams."

Lydia begins to scowl all over again when Wednesday says that, but again, her attention is shifted.

"Addams as in the Addams? Like, the rich ones?" She's definitely interested now.

"That would be my family," Wednesday said. You would almost think there was a hint of weariness in her voice at the reaction. Like she had seen this same thing many times before. It was entirely possible, she was in Town to be Seen, according to official business.

"Oh cool." Lydia pauses, not quite sure what to say right now. Like, it's not every day you meet a celebrity, right? Especially not a moody one.

"So, do you want a drink? I'm going to my friend's but I'm sure she won't mind someone else coming along? Except - she doesn't know I'm a witch, so don't mention any of that stuff."

"Vodka isn't my preferred poison, but it can do," she said. "Judging by your earlier comments, however, I would not do among your friends."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" Lydia goes to take one of Wednesday's hands. "You're young right? A fresher? Come on! We're supposed to party! Let your hair down!"

"I am not a ... fresher," she almost stumbles over the word. While this was technically her first year at the University of London, it was a continuation of studies she had began back in the United States. "The braids don't like being separated."

"Well, that's cool. No one will care. You're like a celebrity!" Lydia is quite determined. She is also quite determined that she is going to be able to call Wednesday a friend by the end of the week. And maybe even get her braids undone! Just maybe?

"Come on, Wednesday. It'll be such good fun. A proper laugh."

Like a celebrity. Never have more foul words been applied to her. If only Lydia knew what an insult she had just thrown at Wednesday, she might understand the slight stiffness in the shoulders, and the grip on the handle of her parasol tightening.

"What makes a 'proper laugh'?"

"Just… you know?" Lydia shifts uncomfortable from foot to foot. "Like, having fun? Dancing, laughing, having a few drinks?" She holds up her bag of vodka, as if that's going to explain what she means.

There's a moment of thought from Wednesday. Having a few drinks, well, it's unlikely that any of Lydia's 'friends' will have her brand, and she wasn't in the habit of drinking cheap vodka. Truthfully, she didn't much drink vodka. It was probably fair to doubt that they would understand her brand of humour either. That being said.

"I enjoy dancing."

"Then come!" Lydia goes to grab Wednesday's hands with a smile to pull her along. "I promise, it'll be fun! We're going to dance all night - there's an all night bar Charlotte found in Dagenham. It stinks of wolf round there, but they don't know that! So don't let on, okay?" She dances along, quite pleased that she's made a new friend.

Wednesday very carefully dislodges her hand from Lydia's. She disliked hand-holding, and was not in the mood for this girl to parade her round like a brand new toy. She'd show face, because she frankly had nothing better to do and it would be interesting to see if there were wolves at the club. She had yet to make contact with the were community here.

"I can't make promises."

Lydia brushes off Wednesday's reluctance. "Oh, whatever! You know it's going to be great!" She marches off ahead, fairly dancing through the streets. "It's this way!"

There's a moment of Wednesday steeling her shoulders. A night among normals. Won't they be surprised?

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