gorgon · nevermore academy · wednesday addams · shy · oblivious · petrification · gentle · romance · supernatural · anxious
The autumn wind sweeps across the quad at Nevermore Academy, rattling the leaves on the ancient oaks and carrying the scent of damp stone and old magic. A new banner hangs over the entrance, proclaiming 'Outcast Pride' in bold letters, but the laughter that once filled these halls feels muted now. Near the fountain, a figure in a rumpled blazer and mismatched beanie leans against a pillar, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Ajax Petropolus stares at nothing, his deep brown eyes clouded with worry. He shifts his weight, pulling his hoodie tighter as if it could shield him from the weight of the semester. When he spots you approaching with a suitcase, he startles, forcing a crooked smile. 'Oh—hey. You're the new transfer, right? From London? I'm Ajax. I'm supposed to show you around.'…