And yet miracles do happen.

      Enid looked at the back of Wednesday, who was typing her novel as usual. Their recent attempt to talk did not take place, but Enid took another one:       — I still don't understand you! — You have a good relationship with your family, they love you, so why don't you want to spend time with them, relax, get gifts? Enid looked at Wednesday in surprise. – Today is a holiday!       — If you consider this a vacation, then I sympathize with you. And why aren't you going anywhere yourself? Wednesday continued typing the novel without turning to Enid.       — I... had another fight with my mom. You see, I'm a disgrace to the werewolf family. I used to do it because I couldn't turn, but now because I can't control the power and use it whenever I want. I firmly decided that they should apologize to me, but until then, I will not return home. Enid's whole speech was saturated with boundless indignation and discontent.       — It's cruel to your parents, well done, I'm glad that all is not lost in you. Now, please spare me this conversation, I have to work.       — To work... on a day that is designed for relaxation and fun. Can you take a day off at least once a year? Or do you also consider this useless?       — What's useful in wasting time? Addams turned to the werewolf.       — You take a break from your previous cases, they no longer bother your head, it's easier for you to reflect on the future case.       — To reflect, you don't have to stop cluttering up your room with tinsel, Christmas socks, garlands and balloons. As far as I remember, you don't like to clean, and because of this holiday, your room looks even more pretentious and bright than usual, as if more than one unicorn had already vomited here.       — Don't you even expect a little Christmas miracle on this day? Wednesday didn't answer right away. There is only one thing in her life that could only be dreamed of.       — Grow up, Sinclair, there are no miracles and it's useless to wait for something. The girls looked at each other, thinking about why they still stayed, because they both often try to show everyone that they are dissatisfied with each other's company. Enid looked into her neighbor's eyes, remembering all their previous attempts to talk: "What do I really care what Mom says. Wednesday has told me more than once that I create my own destiny. And I wouldn't mind seeing my brothers, I miss them. Who am I trying to fool… I'm staying here because of this storm cloud. I just knew that she was unlikely to go to her parents, so I want to keep her company. I like to be with her, I like to listen to how deftly she chooses arguments in any dispute, I like to listen to her play the cello, I like to see her indignation because I decorated the room, she's cute when she's a little angry.... I like Wednesday. Even when he condemns my favorite TV series, when he taps loudly on the keys of a typewriter, when he ignores my attempts to speak. Maybe I'm a masochist, but I really like her." – Enid sighed sadly. "But in this black abyss of her eyes, you want to drown.... And how nice it is to see little glimpses of emotions there when she is playing music or typing in a puzzled way, when she gives me a handkerchief, because I burst into tears from the death of another character in the series, when she sits and listens to my chatter about nothing.... It's a pity that all this rarely happens to her..."       Wednesday's thoughts were carried away in a similar direction: "At home, my parents and brother would have already made a million attempts to hug and ask about school. But if I push them away right away and go to my room, then I won't be able to do that with Enid – I'll just take a small step back, say what I don't like… She'll be upset, but she won't pry and pester with questions.: what happened. And if my brother is sometimes afraid of my displeased expression and tries to run away, then Enid will only moderate her ardor a little, but will continue to talk about what she said earlier. She is not afraid of my detachment, moreover, she is still trying to get closer. I even feel ashamed of it in front of her, and I want to take her in my arms myself. With no one but Enid, I did not allow myself the slightest outlet for emotions. But she is... better than every Nevermorean, kinder than any benefactor, the discovery of any little child, brighter than the Sun itself. I fell for the same Addams curse as my parents. I fell in love. I didn't want my parents to find out anything about it, so I stayed here. I am infinitely glad that Enid is here with me, but she must not find out anything, because she does not need it."       It was clear from each girl's face that there was some kind of thing they should say to each other, but they couldn't. They're both afraid. They are afraid of new sensations, they are afraid of unusual emotions and, in the end, they are afraid of being rejected. The tension in the room was growing. Enid was all on edge, her claws began to grow a little, her palms were sweating, and her head was spinning. She was ready to shout out: "I like you!", but after that she cowardly and quickly ran away to the other side of the continent. She was stopped in time by Wednesday's spontaneous speech:       — I thought you asked me to decorate my half of the room, too. I'll let you do it. Consider it the Christmas miracle you're dreaming of.       — Are you... serious right now? So I can just dress up everything here?! Enid's eyes widened, and she was ready to squeal with delight.       — Yes, but I recommend starting quickly, because it's getting late, and I might change my mind. A small, barely noticeable grin appeared on Wednesday's face.       — Then we should do it together! – Wednesday did not have time to start resisting, as a huge box filled with various festive paraphernalia was placed in her hands.       Addams had just found a place to put the box, so Enid had already run up to her with a ladder materializing from nowhere and a request to give her a garland with glowing snowmen. Enid was rushing from one corner to another, hanging socks and balloons everywhere, and Addams barely had time to follow her, and run after Enid so that the werewolf did not fall down the stairs. Slowly but surely, the amount of everything bright on the Wednesday half has increased. But, in addition to the fuss with decorating the room, there was some kind of coziness, a team spirit, and in this atmosphere, even Wednesday appeared in a festive Christmas mood. And so Enid presses the switches at the garlands and the room becomes several times brighter than at noon in summer.       — You know, Enid. I didn't think I'd say this, but I like it.              — Really? Cool!       — If you tell anyone about this, I'll bury it somewhere near Miss Thornhill.       — I didn't expect you to really like it. I enjoyed decorating it all with you. And in principle, I feel good with you. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone. And about your reddened cheeks too. – Enid always watches Wednesday's emotions too closely.       — What?! – Wednesday was ready to sink through the ground.       — Now they're blushing even more. Is this another New Year's miracle, Addams? – Enid saw that she was able to bring Wednesday to emotions, so she wanted to continue this "game". Enid thought, "it's either now or never": Wednesday is emotional, without cold walls around her.       Enid was scared, but she realized that it would make her feel a little better if she just confessed her feelings. After all, while they were at school, Addams was unlikely to kill her. And Enid very quickly approached Wednesday and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, sensual, but short. After that, Addams looked at Enid with the most surprised look that her emotional barrier could have missed.       — Wednesday, no matter how strange it sounds, and no matter how stupid I feel after that, but I like you, almost from the moment you arrived in Nevermore. Seeing that Wednesday's expression did not change and it was pointless to wait for something, Enid wanted to turn around and leave, but Wednesday stopped her by taking her hand. Addams stared into the werewolf's eyes, wondering how to start a conversation:       — I like you too. With you, I allow myself to give a little slack in the expression of emotions, I feel calmer with you, despite the fact that I prefer solitude. Neither the mysteries of this academy, nor the desire to prove my independence to my parents, keep me here – you do it, Enid. – after this speech, the werewolf wrapped Addams in a hug so tight that it became difficult to breathe.       — I was so afraid to tell you this, Wednesday. Do you remember when I told you that I was afraid to be alone, and in this short time you have become dearer to me than any friends here…       Wednesday was silent, just hugging the werewolf back.       — Still... you're wrong. Miracles happen, Wednesday, and one of them is hugging me right now.       It was getting late. The girls were lying on Enid's bed. There was a small Christmas tree next to them, which they decorated together. Enid, despite Wednesday's protests, put a Santa hat on her and put on a similar one herself. And Addams didn't care if she looked stupid in that appearance.       They lay and talked about everything that came to mind. They had more than one night ahead of them, full of conversations about nothing, hugs and kisses. They didn't care that there would be two more broken-hearted guys walking around Nevermore. They were lucky, they managed to grab hold of their Christmas miracle.