It’s fascinating how certain characters, even within the dark and quirky world of the "Wednesday" series, manage to capture our hearts with their sheer difference. Take Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair, for instance. They’re like two sides of a very, very unusual coin, aren't they?
Wednesday, with her perpetually unimpressed gaze and penchant for the macabre, is the epitome of gothic cool. Then there's Enid, a vibrant explosion of color and enthusiasm, a werewolf who seems to radiate sunshine even on the gloomiest of days. It’s this stark contrast that makes their dynamic so compelling.
I was looking at some of the details that bring these characters to life, and it’s quite something. For fans of the show, there’s even a LEGO® BrickHeadz™ building set that lets you recreate Wednesday and Enid. You can see Wednesday in her signature black dress, and Enid with her bright blonde hair and a jumper that’s probably as colorful as her personality. It’s a neat way to keep the magic of Nevermore Academy alive, even when the credits roll.
But beyond the merchandise, there’s a deeper narrative at play, hinted at in some of the more intimate character moments. You might imagine Wednesday, ever the pragmatist, finding Enid’s effervescence… a lot. There are whispers of Wednesday needing allergy medication before kissing Enid, not out of dislike, but because Enid, in her excitement, gets so flushed, especially around the lips. It’s a sweet, almost tender detail that speaks volumes about their developing bond.
And Wednesday’s thoughts, as we know, can be rather… intense. The idea of silencing a noisy werewolf by covering their mouth? It’s pure Wednesday. Yet, even in these dark imaginings, there’s a playful undertone when it comes to Enid. The "annoying werewolf" who, when wanting a kiss, doesn't need words, but instead offers allergy medicine with a pleading look, kneeling before Wednesday. It’s a charming image, isn't it? This "colorful werewolf" trying to win over the stoic Addams.
Wednesday might see herself as merely showing "compassion for the weak" by accepting the medicine, but it’s clear there’s more to it. Her aversion to her own accelerated heartbeat means she doesn't always welcome Enid into her bed. But Enid, with her endless supply of excuses and sweet-talking, always finds a way. She’ll snuggle up, perhaps even nibble a little, then anxiously ask if she was too rough, licking her teeth marks. It’s this innocent, almost puppy-like affection that seems to disarm Wednesday, even if she’d never admit it.
Calling Enid a "puppy" might be a way for Wednesday to dismiss the intensity of her own feelings, or perhaps a gentle jab that Enid, in her naivete, doesn't quite grasp. And while Enid might get huffy if called a "puppy," leading to days of silence, it’s precisely that silence that makes Wednesday feel a chill. Her "ice-cold stone heart" feels an uncomfortable void when Enid isn't around. It’s a subtle admission of how much Enid’s presence means.
Enid, in bed, is a spectacle of pure joy, her ears and paws making appearances as she nudges Wednesday, demanding to be told she’s loved. Wednesday, often rolling her eyes when Enid isn't looking, will eventually relent, perhaps ruffling an ear and grudgingly admitting, "I can allow you to exist by my side for a little longer." This simple phrase, to the easily pleased werewolf, is enough to send her into a flurry of happiness, her paws accidentally scratching Wednesday’s skin, leaving red marks on her pale body. Then comes the immediate, tearful apologies.
It’s a dance, isn't it? A push and pull between the darkness and the light, the stoic and the effervescent. Wednesday might sigh and call Enid a "difficult Alpha to raise," a "trouble," but in those moments, you see the genuine affection, the reluctant warmth that’s slowly thawing even the coldest of hearts. It’s a beautiful, messy, and utterly captivating connection.
